Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 33 Otherwise, many people would have to die to solve the problem.

Charge in!
Luz instinctively pressed his tactical helmet, steered the wheel, and arrived at the hospital's main entrance.

At the entrance, there is an electric retractable gate to block passing vehicles, and a security room built of cement bricks and tiles.

In Milton's view, a man with a TEC-9 on his waist and covered in Van Comen-style tattoos yawned, slowly left the security room, walked to the Chevrolet Caprice, and knocked on the window.

"What are you doing here? Roll down the window!"

It was very dark, and the car windows were opaque, making it difficult for people outside to see what was happening inside the car.

Hospitals are generally not targets of attacks, and the thugs of Fan Kang's gang were hired as security guards just to maintain appearances. They have never been attacked and have very low vigilance.

Moreover, the gang had just had a fierce firefight with a prosecutor last night, and most people subconsciously felt that threats were unlikely to come so frequently.

Excellent... Take him down before he realizes anything's wrong!
Milton immediately reached out and rolled down the car window a little, while simultaneously raising the muzzle of his Ruger Mark II and pulling the trigger repeatedly.

Click!Click!Click!
Before the drowsiness in the "security guard's" eyes could turn into fear, he was shot through the forehead, and the cavitation effect of several bullets shattered his brain.

Buzz! boom!
At the same time, an extremely fierce roar came from the V8 engine in the car's engine compartment—the sound of the engine speed being pulled up to its limit!
A strong push came from behind Milton as the car crashed through the electric sliding gate and rushed to the hospital entrance, blocking the gate!

Milton hadn't even stopped the car when he opened the door, grabbed the heavy FN FAL, and rushed into the hospital with his two teammates—his plan was to clear the corridor directly in front of him, while the other two would clear the left and right flanks.

As soon as he entered, Milton saw two thugs with submachine guns slung over their waists looking toward the door with a puzzled expression.

bang bang bang! ! !
Milton pulled the trigger without hesitation!

The full-power bullet instantly pierced the first thug's sternum, exploding into a cloud of blood mist, and bringing out large pieces of organ tissue and bone fragments from his back.

The second thug had half his skull shattered by several bullets, and his body slammed straight onto the nurses' station counter.

The remaining enemies on the flanks were quickly dealt with by the two teammates.

The gunshot lasted for less than a second.

The security guards who were ambushed were all killed. They didn't even have time to react, let alone fight back!
The doctors and nurses still on duty were stunned. It wasn't until the gunfire stopped and the security guards fell that they came to their senses and were so frightened that they all shrank under the table.

Milton didn't have time to deal with them. After eliminating the threat, he immediately headed towards the stairwell. As he passed the elevator, he fired a few more shots, smashing the elevator button panel and putting the elevator into maintenance mode.

This is to prevent enemies upstairs from taking the elevator down, allowing Brandon, who is guarding the first floor, to have fewer positions to hold.

The telephone on the front desk suffered the same fate, smashed to pieces.

Thank goodness this isn't America... otherwise, who knows what kind of weird alarm might be coming from here.

At that moment, a nurse next to Milton, whose face was splattered with blood, suddenly screamed!

"what--"

Although the other doctors and nurses in the hospital didn't shout out, they were all trembling and pale-faced.

Milton immediately stopped and scanned the trembling doctors and nurses, especially the nurse who had made the noise.

The nurse sat down on the floor, staring at Milton in horror, not daring to make a sound.

She had seen many deaths, but she had never seen such a scene of carnage in one person's eyes—he had killed many people and didn't mind killing a few more.

"A smart person won't risk their life to protect the boss's interests; they'll stay put and not move."

After saying that, Milton immediately led Lutz toward the stairwell. They were going down the stairs to the morgue on the basement floor to find any possible informants or clues hidden there.

Doctors are unlikely to know such detailed information as medicine bottle refill points.

Brandon took over the positions guarding the stairwell and the main entrance. He looked at the doctors and nurses and said fiercely, "The boss means that if anyone dares to shout or move around, many, many people in this hospital will have to die before he can appease his anger."

That's not what I meant! Don't fucking misinterpret what I said!
Milton nearly stumbled, but time was of the essence. He could only curse his subordinate who was spreading rumors in his heart before continuing to rush into the underground level with Lutz.

After going down one floor and arriving at the double doors in the stairwell, Milton did not rashly push the doors open to make a dynamic intrusion.

Regardless of whether there are enemies inside, we must assume there are.

Milton crouched to the right of the door, turned on the intercom, and whispered to Lutz, "Break the bolt, kick the door open, and throw a grenade inside."

"Three, two, one." Boom! Bang! Bang!
Milton fired, smashing the bolt, and kicked the door open. At the same time, he threw a MK3A2 offensive grenade to his left—out of the corner of his eye, he saw Luz beside him do the same thing.

Two full seconds after the grenade landed, two hurried footsteps came from the other side of the wall!
But it's too late to escape now!
boom! boom!
The instant the two massive explosions ended, Milton immediately moved in and delivered a three-point follow-up shot to the fallen Van Kang gang member.

Lutz's shrill voice came through the walkie-talkie: "Left side secure."

Milton nodded: "Right side safe... This morgue is large, there may be other enemies, search carefully."

These thugs from Fan Kang's gang were obviously small fry, practically monkeys with guns. Their combat skills were on a completely different level from the group that had come to kill him before.

Although those assassins weren't very professional, they didn't wait two seconds after the grenade landed before running away. They had already begun their orderly retreat even before the grenade hit the ground.

"The enemy's combat strength is relatively weak, so the cleanup speed can be accelerated appropriately."

Lutz carefully walked forward, gun in hand, and asked with a frown, "Does their hospital need such a large morgue...? That's strange."

Milton also found it suspicious, but since the panel showed that several refrigerated morgues near him were empty, he didn't waste his energy on other things: "Such a big place, there's probably more than just two people guarding it. Don't be stingy with throwables when searching, our time is precious."

"Hmm... Got it."

When the two encountered blind spots around corners or potential firing positions, they would immediately throw stun grenades or hand grenades, advancing at a very rapid pace.

In less than a minute, the two had cleaned more than three-quarters of the morgue, ensuring that they wouldn't be sneaked away when they walked to the right, where clues were supposedly hidden.

However, they didn't encounter any other enemies along the way...

Milton glanced at his watch and said, "The remaining enemies are likely hiding at the target location. Be wary of gunfire and potential traps. We have 3 minutes and 26 seconds to retreat."

"Roger that!"

The two continued cautiously to the right, and soon they saw a door without any markings at the end.

This must be the pick-up point for the illegal drugs that the shop owner mentioned?

“There are important clues inside the room, so we can’t throw grenades.” Milton calmly arranged the tactics. “Prepare stun grenades and make a dynamic entry. If there are enemies in the room, try to attack them non-lethally while ensuring your own safety.”

"I'll stand on the strong side, you'll stand on the weak side..."

However, before Milton could finish speaking, several panicked voices suddenly came from behind the door.

"Hey guys outside, brothers outside, can you hear us? We're coming out! We surrender! Hey, buddy, you have to stay calm, don't shoot!"

Milton was stunned. He surrendered just like that?
However, avoiding combat is naturally the best outcome, so Milton immediately shouted, "Hands above your head, turn your backs, and slowly back out. If you don't do this, shoot immediately without warning!"

"You have 10 seconds. Once the countdown ends, I will launch a full-scale attack!"

Milton didn't want to be ambushed by the enemy who was feigning surrender, and although he said it would be 10 seconds, he would only give the enemy seven or eight seconds at most, so that the enemy wouldn't be prepared.

A commotion broke out in the room.

"Hey! Wait a minute..."

"Nine."

"No, wait..."

"Eight."

"Okay! Okay, let's come out now!"

The people inside dared not test Milton's patience any longer, and the door was slowly pushed open... but there seemed to be a hint of humiliation in their voices?
Then, a naked man covered in Fan Kang-style tattoos raised his hand and limped backward, his body suspiciously sticky.

Then came the second one, the third one...

Several men, barely clothed, looked as if they had just finished some unspeakable activity.

Milton: "..."

Milton found this scene both disgusting and inexplicable—what were these Van Kahn gang members up to?

(End of this chapter)