Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 331 Reina is under immense pressure

boom! ! !
The cruise missile, carrying nearly 500 kilograms of explosives, struck the second floor of the Ramirez villa squarely, exploding inside.

Flames and shockwaves raged inside the sturdy villa, with scorching air billowing from all the windows and doors... mixed with countless charred human tissues.

boom……

The explosion ignited all the flammable materials inside the villa, and flames spread throughout the crumbling interior, with large amounts of charred materials rolling onto the floor.

The guards and SAD agents who were still guarding the perimeter and engaging in direct firefights with the "Falconers" were also utterly shocked.

What just happened?!

A meteor streaked across the horizon, and the defending side, which had just been seemingly impregnable and even appeared poised for a counterattack, collapsed instantly.

He was crushed to death by just one finger!
Missiles, those are definitely missiles!
You fucking Milton, you start cheating the moment things turn against you, huh? The missiles are coming?

And then there's President Reiner, this guy really would sign anything to survive, he even authorized a neighboring country to launch missiles directly at his own territory...

The CIA is really unlucky to have this group of lunatics.

Ultimately, the CIA is just an intelligence organization, a group of agents and special forces. They're good at handling guns and high-tech tactical equipment, but asking them to deal with missiles is really asking too much of them.

The police chief stared in disbelief at the scene before him, his hands trembling—thankfully, he hadn't had time to order assistance to the CIA or offend Milton.

"Otherwise, whether I'm working at the police station or eating at home, I'll always be worried that a missile might hit me on the head and blow me to smithereens."

The other officers also seemed to have witnessed a miracle—the police officers in Honduras are not "people's police," but a group of salaried workers, and it's not even a particularly respectable job.

I've never seen anything as advanced as a missile in my life, and I never imagined that something as advanced as a missile would one day be used to attack them!

A battle that would cost countless lives could be ended by someone in the distance simply pressing a button...

This is a conflict between the Americans and the "hellish tax collectors," so these people should stay out of it...

One officer, contemplating quitting, looked at the chief and asked, "Chief, what do we do?"

The police chief corrected him somewhat—he was also planning to switch sides and side with the current government.

"us……"

Before they could finish speaking, a familiar "little flying stick" that they had just seen, trailing a long flame, flew towards Ramirez's villa once again.

The massive explosion completely drowned out what the bureau chief was about to say.

boom! ! !
The Kh-65SE shot didn't penetrate the interior; instead, it hit the exterior wall of the villa.

The villa, already structurally damaged, could not withstand such a blow; the steel bars, softened by the fire, were no longer strong enough to support the weight of the building…

Ramirez's villa collapsed with a crash.

With no target left to defend, the guards and SADs, who had been clinging to their last breath, finally broke down completely, dropping their weapons and fleeing in all directions.

The outcome of this battle... no, the outcome of this military coup, is already decided.

A few seconds later, another Kh-65SE missile flew in from a distance, crashed into the lifeless ruins of the villa, and exploded once again, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The officer, staring at the horrific scene before him, swallowed hard. "Boss, we..."

After a moment of silence, the bureau chief said, "Withdraw."

"what?"

Are you not going to help Milton anymore? Didn't you agree to be a weather vane, swaying whichever way the wind blows?

"This is definitely not a river we can wade through." After seeing the three missiles hurtling towards him, the director finally came to his senses. "Going with the wind is only possible if the wind isn't too strong."

"Can't you see clearly yet? This is a hurricane! You think you can just drift with the wind? We'll uproot you! You still want to drift with the wind? Don't make our 'Godfather' laugh."

If Milton dares to go this crazy, wouldn't Americans go crazy too?
What kind of people are on both sides that a small local police station has the right to get involved?

The aftershocks of the battle would kill them ten times over!

"Let's go! Just pretend we didn't see anything!" The chief gritted his teeth, turned around, and got into his armored car. "We don't care about Milton's men, and we don't care about the Americans either. Let them fight it out..."

beep...

The police officers who had been watching the spectacle simply left.

It looks like nothing has changed...

But everyone knows that the world is indeed different from before—in the past, in Latin America, in the modern era after the collapse of the Soviet Union, choosing between the United States and other powers was not a matter that required hesitation.

Now, many people are suddenly realizing that the situation seems to have changed.

Even in a country like Honduras, which has been deeply ravaged by war, they seem to be able to say "NO" to the Americans without any hesitation!

They are not invincible...

……

Honduras, capital Tegucigalpa.

Boom boom boom…

Outside the presidential palace, where thick smoke billowed, three armored vehicles with machine gun turrets were parked, and the three machine guns were firing wildly at the presidential palace.

The entire presidential palace was completely devoid of any intact glass; the bodies of soldiers and police officers were everywhere, along with car wreckage.

The police officers responsible for the defense did have machine guns, but they obviously had fewer of these weapons than the military, and much of their equipment was damaged in the day's intense fighting.

The police officers are now only able to use automatic rifles and engage in forced firefights with the military while being suppressed.

Casualties also rose rapidly.

"Quick... bullets!"

"Damn it, these bastards who only bully those in our own country, I'll fight them to the death!"

"Ah!!! I've been shot!"

"Doctor, where's the doctor?"

"Wait a minute... there are still wounded ahead. Let me stop your bleeding first!"

"Hold on! You must hold on!"

"..."

"The firefight is fierce. The military seems to have been provoked by something, and they are fighting more and more aggressively, disregarding casualties."

A police officer, hiding behind a load-bearing wall, watched as machine gun bullets pierced through the wall and entered the presidential palace. He couldn't help but pinch the ring on his ring finger.

As a police officer, he once forcefully arrested a U.S. soldier who was causing trouble in the area and attempted to rape a local student, despite threats.

However, the American soldier was handed over to the US military base without any punishment and ultimately did not receive any further action.

Instead, the officer was fined a full month's salary, and his position remained unchanged ever since.

Later, the police station was recaptured, and the military's invasion of the neighboring country ended in a disastrous defeat, and things finally seemed to be turning around.

Yet someone actually tried to violently destroy all of this hard-won achievement!
Upon hearing that he was to protect the Presidential Palace, he joined without hesitation, even though he knew it was extremely dangerous and he might never return.

The officer took a deep breath and waited for the gunfire outside to stop before sticking his head out, intending to return fire.

But the next second, he saw a terrifying scene.

Mortar.

The military... is going to shell the Presidential Palace!!!

boom! ! !
The garrison outside is under immense pressure, and more and more officials are wavering.

"Your Majesty, the number of wounded is increasing... Our medical supplies are about to run out!"

"We're running out of ammunition..."

One official, terrified by the frightening commotion outside, said, "Why don't we talk to them?"

"..."

boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, another loud bang came from outside the door.

A grenade hit the outer wall of the presidential palace directly... Although the explosive charge of this type of ammunition has almost no destructive power on buildings, it terrified many officials.

"We have suffered heavy casualties in the battle, and they are still constantly replenishing their manpower. We can't hold on much longer."

"Or perhaps we should try to negotiate?"

"..." "Peace talks my ass!" a close confidant of President Reina shouted angrily. "We've come to this point, how can we still talk about peace? You're eating taxpayers' money, can't you think of anything good?"

"We've finally seized this opportunity today, finally seen a chance to restore order to the country and gradually break free from American control..."

So many of our people have died!

As the official spoke, his voice choked with emotion: "If we miss this opportunity, how long will it take to get another one...? Will there even be a next time? When will the military suffer such a great loss again? When will the Americans encounter the next Milton?"

"Now, we're almost there, just a little bit more!"

How can we give up?

"..."

An official from the Ministry of Commerce at the scene said with a wry smile, "But what can we do? Where is Milton's help? They said the enemy would get weaker and weaker, but what's the reality?"

"At least we're alive, and we can still think of ways to get back to the point that we're not completely hopeless..."

For the sake of secrecy and the success of Operation Milton, President Reiner simply signed many well-hidden documents supporting Operation Milton without telling officials exactly how Milton would support them.

Looking at the chaotic government, Reina wavered for a moment—but after thinking about the documents he had signed, he remained steadfast.

Just kidding, if the coup forces win, he'll definitely be torn to pieces!

Just then, another explosion came from outside—louder than the previous one, and Reina even felt a noticeable tremor.

"what's the situation?"

Soon, a sheriff, covered in blood, rushed in: "Your Excellency, mortars! Mortars! The military has opened fire on the Presidential Palace!"

"They also said... if we don't surrender, the next time it will be direct artillery fire!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

Previously, the balance between the peace faction and the war faction was 50/50, but now it has become 60/40, or even 70/30.

Those officials who were not very resolute to begin with finally felt fear.

“This is bad…” Reina’s heart sank. “I originally thought I could suppress the surrender faction for at least five days, but now it seems they are about to explode. At the latest, I will be dragged out tomorrow.”

Three days!

Could Milton's men capture Ramirez in three days, right under the noses of the Americans, right in the enemy's stronghold?

There are many CIA agents there. If Milton wants to win, he will have to deal with the CIA. Once they clash, the plan will probably be completely ruined.

Although Milton killed many CIA agents, if they were determined to protect Ramirez, holding out for more than three days would definitely not be a problem!

As things have progressed, President Reiner has become somewhat pessimistic, believing that the chances of winning are now less than 3%.

To win, we'd have to rely on a miracle...

Reina gave a wry smile and instructed his secretary, "Call Milton, I need to talk to him about something."

No matter how dire the situation, at least let the allies know how much time they have left... Hopefully, the "Hell Tax Collector" won't be furious when he knows he only has one day left.

Soon, the call was answered.

"Hey?"

“'Hell Tax Collector,' I am Reina.”

Milton's calm voice came through: "President Reiner, is there anything I can help you with?"

“I have some bad news for you…” Reina felt a little embarrassed thinking about how his reliable teammates had been dragged down by his subordinates. “I underestimated the pressure the military was putting on us.”

"Didn't I say before that morale could probably be maintained for five days to a week?"

"I'm afraid it won't work... We might not be able to hold on until tomorrow noon."

"Sorry, I think you can start your men's retreat now."

Milton listened to him finish speaking before slowly saying, "It's not that complicated."

"You probably didn't understand, I meant..."

"Ramirez is dead, the military high command has completely collapsed... My army has completely wiped out the Northern Group warlords and is now stationed on the border."

"..."

Reina paused for a moment, as if he hadn't heard Milton clearly: "What?! Who died?"

“Ramires, your old rival,” Milton explained patiently, “the representatives who have taken over the military now cannot subdue the various interest groups and factions; they have fallen apart.”

"Under my military pressure and internal struggles, someone will soon contact you and bring you 'sincerity'."

"Okay, you have a lot to take care of. I'm hanging up."

"Beep beep..."

Reina listened to the busy tone on the other end of the phone, his face showing utter shock.

What the hell? It's dead?
Milton extinguished a ghost that had haunted this country for decades in just three days? How did he do that? Were all his soldiers captains of Guatemala?

However, Reina temporarily put aside these irrelevant thoughts. He threw down the receiver, rushed outside, and glanced at the officials arguing.

A pro-surrender official immediately came to persuade him: "Your Excellency, I suggest..."

“Ramires is dead.” Reina glanced at him indifferently. “In half an hour at most, the coup forces will collapse.”

Upon hearing this, everyone, including the pro-war faction, widened their eyes.

They had no idea about Reiner's plan, nor did they know that Milton had gone to raid the enemy's base!
In their eyes, it was a complete reversal of two extremes: the military launching a strong attack, the military advancing unstoppably, the military having all the advantages, the military on the verge of victory, and the military surrendering completely.

"what?!"

"What? Could it be... the 'Hell Tax Collector'?"

"Oh, God……"

Soon, the police officer in charge of frontline command rushed in:

"Your Excellency! Good news! For some reason, the enemy's logistics have failed... and some people seem to be trying to escape."

Reina, not wanting anyone to know that his heart was pounding, mimicked Milton's nonchalant and pretentious manner, and said, "Tell those people outside that Ramirez is dead... Surrender now, and we will not hold the lower-ranking soldiers accountable."

"Huh?! Who died?!" The officer was startled, then immediately saluted. "Yes, sir! I'll get right on it!"

The police officer left, and then the secretary came in.

“Mr. President, the military’s logistics officer… wants to contact you. He is willing to accept the leadership of the Department of Defense, has stopped logistical support for the coup forces, and has announced a break with Ramirez.”

"Good news..."

"Report! Congress has intervened!"

"..."

Reina finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't care about anything else. Instead, he summoned his secretary: "Quickly, I need to know how Milton accomplished this miracle... It must have been a brilliant and historic special operation!"

It must have been Milton's men who carried out a covert operation, infiltrating Ramirez's villa and silently beheading him, catching the CIA, police, and military completely off guard.

Before the first three could react, Ramirez's head had fallen off!

This is bound to be fraught with danger; a moment's carelessness could expose you... and the CIA could come knocking on your door if you're not careful!

Damn, this could definitely be made into a movie.

However, as Reina received the intelligence and read it line by line, his expression gradually became blank.

What does it mean to have carried out several large explosions in the city?
What does it mean to have the local CIA chief and headquarters turned into mincemeat?

What does it mean to directly call in three cruise missiles to help Ramirez's estate de-urbanize?

What's even more terrifying is, what do you mean I authorized all these actions?! Don't try to pin this on me!
He did authorize it, but who would have thought Milton would dare to kill Americans like that? Who would have thought he had the ability to treat the CIA like a savage tribe?

If you had a nuclear bomb, would you dare to drop it directly on Washington?!
Just as Reina was shocked by "what he had done," a police officer suddenly ran over with a serious expression.

"Your Excellency, we have received reports of troop movements at a U.S. Air Force base."

Reina's face immediately darkened: "What do you mean? Do the Americans want to start a war right away?"

"No...yes, it's heading towards San Pedro Sula."

"It seems the Americans have been pushed to their limits by Milton?"

(End of this chapter)