Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 335 "The Plan to Counterattack the Mainland"!
Miami, USA, at night.

In a small tavern, several well-dressed men were gathered.

But at this moment, almost all of them were completely drunk, watching TV programs, and it seemed that they were not far from becoming homeless people on the street addicted to drugs.

Riley secretly took a sip of beer, pretending to be drunk, while secretly observing the people around him.

Without exception, they were all capitalists and officials who had fled Guatemala, exiles after the defeat in the civil war.

After the Civil War ended, Milton had decided to end Riley's spy career, but Riley himself chose to continue this life—after seeing that Milton's homeland could withstand the heavy pressure from the United States, he was now convinced that he was engaged in a great cause.

He also wants to find a way to get rid of these scumbags who have fled overseas!

Similarly, the "Hell Tax Collector" continued to trust him as always.

As a former cabinet member and a "defector" who barely made it into the highest inner circle, Riley has now become one of the leaders of the fugitive community, leading them to barely gain a foothold in a middle-class neighborhood and street in Miami, forming a "Guatemalan gang" in the area.

Many officials took their ill-gotten gains and came to the United States of their dreams, living what they thought was a "retirement" life.

However, these corrupt officials and capitalists whose homes were raided discovered that America was not what they had imagined. While the middle class and above did live relatively comfortably, the annual medical insurance bills, rent, and various outrageous taxes were simply too high.

Even those who embezzled heavily could only live off their savings for a maximum of five years – in order to transfer their assets and launder their money as quickly as possible, all of their savings shrank dramatically.

They all knew just how much hostility American society harbored towards the lower classes, and that once someone fell from the middle class to become homeless, there was no chance of ever turning their life around.

Cutting spending is impossible; they must find a way to increase revenue... Ideally, they should return to Guatemala, continue to exploit the people, and continue to make big money.

However, all they can do is dream about it, and only think about it when they're drunk.

Milton... that damn guy!

"Damn it, he'll definitely go to hell and get his comeuppance."

"The US sanctions must have brought him to the brink of collapse, right?"

"He must be putting on a brave face right now. I wonder how long he can hold on."

"Yes, Milton is putting on a brave face. How could anyone withstand American sanctions without external assistance?"

"Once his regime collapses, I will definitely go back and take back double the amount... This America is really boring. Back in the day, let alone rape, I would kill anyone as long as I was willing to pay. Sigh."

"..."

Riley looked at these scumbags, suppressing the urge to frown, and joined the discussion: "Don't worry, everyone. The CIA has contacted me, and I believe they will definitely take action... Unlike the previous small-scale skirmishes, the United States has already suppressed Milton at the national level."

“It’s not about sending a few agents, but a real military operation… If we succeed, you will all be the highest ruling class of the new government, and your lives will be much, much better than before.”

Riley glanced at his watch one last time and said, "That person is coming soon, so you guys need to be on your guard."

Although the CIA had suffered repeated defeats at Milton's hands, the thought that this time it was truly the United States' national power that had intervened gave those who were dejected a little renewed spirits.

Some people quickly went to wash their faces.
Soon, a man wearing a hood and a black jacket walked in from outside the bar.

He approached Riley with practiced ease, pulled out his police badge from his wallet, showed it to everyone around him, and then nodded to the bartender: "A spacious room."

The bartender, used to this kind of thing, immediately cleared out a small meeting room for them to go in.

As they followed the "police officer" into the house, another official muttered under his breath, "Why pick such a place..."

Shouldn't we have met in a more formal setting and in a more formal manner? They are, after all, former government officials, and potential future leaders of Guatemala.

Riley almost burst out laughing—with this kind of pathetic performance, he wanted to be formal, to meet people with an official status? Others would rather cut ties as soon as things went wrong.

Even if the conversation is eventually exposed, it can be said that a foolish police officer and a group of drunks were talking nonsense, and there's no need to be so discreet during the conversation.

“These things need to be kept secret… The more dangerous the place, the safer it is.” Riley composed himself and said slowly, “Don’t worry, everything will be alright.”

Soon, both sides were seated in the conference room and the door was closed.

The CIA officer, disguised as a police officer, clearly had no time for pleasantries. He glanced at a document in his hand, and without any preamble, asked, "The director has drafted a plan, which has been submitted to His Excellency the President and the Pentagon. We are currently planning the military aspects... Now, we need you to provide all your firsthand experiences in Guatemala and tell us what the situation is like in Guatemalan society right now."

"We need a more detailed understanding of the social contradictions in Guatemala in order to better stir up emotions and overthrow the Milton government."

To be honest, if Milton hadn't captured most of the agents and informants they had sent out, and if every surviving agent and informant were now so valuable that they couldn't be used as expendable resources, he wouldn't have bothered asking these insects about such things.

Milton's government?! What's the current situation?
Upon hearing this, the officials present were suddenly wide awake.

The unbearable scenes of being abused in the past flooded back into my mind.

They eagerly took the lead in speaking:

"Milton is a madman! Anyone who opposes him will be dragged to repair museums, not as laborers, but as building materials! Everyone is terrified of his reign of terror, the whole country trembles and cries every day!"

"Businessmen dared not speak out against him; he had used helicopters to seize cargo ships, and all the businessmen hated him to the core!"

“He undermined religious beliefs and directly eradicated a local church…that church had a deep influence in the area, and these people were all against Milton!”

"The Ubico family was robbed by Milton to the point that they didn't even have a few clothes left. They must hate Milton to the core. As soon as Milton is in trouble, they will definitely rise up in rebellion!"

"Many of the warlords he killed have survived, and there are still powerful opposition forces in Guatemala! As long as a strong leader emerges, with a single order, hundreds of thousands or even millions of Guatemalans will welcome him back to power and overthrow Milton!"

"The people hate Milton to the core..."

"The new government has incurred widespread public resentment in Guatemala..."

"..."

Listening to this intelligence, the CIA agent nodded slightly—according to the description, Milton had made many enemies in the process of unification, and the war had just ended when US sanctions followed, making his foundation of rule very weak, so he could only rely on terror to suppress the people?
Guatemala is just a dilapidated house; one kick and it will collapse.

The advantage is mine.

The CIA paused for a moment, then continued, "Over the past six months, we've also recruited some Guatemalans. Including you, there are about two thousand of them, mostly composed of remnants and people like you... They've been undergoing physical and combat training on Uzepa Island in Florida, and they're almost fully trained now."

“We used a similar method to overthrow the Arbenz regime in Guatemala, so we have successful experience.”

Riley wore a worried expression: "But Milton now has an army of thirty to forty thousand men, and he's constantly expanding his military. Can 2000 men defeat him?" The CIA waved his hand: "There's no need to defeat Milton's army—just find a secret place to land, capture any city, coordinate with the Guatemalan people from within, establish a new government, and then request aid from the United States in the name of the new government. Intervention will then be perfectly justified."

If the United States intervenes directly, Milton will be like an ant, easily crushed with a single step.

Riley's mood immediately sank upon hearing this.

The goal wasn't to eliminate Milton with those two thousand men, but to use them to establish an opposition government, providing the United States with a pretext for direct intervention.

Even if Milton cannot be truly overthrown, this way the hard-won peace and the nascent momentum of development can be abruptly cut off...

Moreover, as long as there is a domestic landing point

Riley was a little nervous, but the others immediately erupted in excitement upon hearing this.

Because this plan does seem to have considerable feasibility!
Two thousand "elite" soldiers equipped with American weapons could easily land in a secret location and take down a small city!

Even if they can no longer exploit the people as they did in the past, they can at least hold positions in the opposition government, continue to make money, and maintain their extravagant lifestyle in the United States!

"it is good!"

"This plan is excellent!"

The CIA agent took a sip of beer and said slowly, "This 'Guatemalan Brigade' has been successfully formed... But since it's working for your country, and since you want to gain a good position in the opposition government, you should also do your part, shouldn't you?"

Everyone immediately nodded in understanding—American help is not so simple.

The CIA slowly said, "Either you provide the money, or you provide the personnel... Do you understand what I mean? You can contribute money to build the 'Guatemalan Brigade,' or you can join the Guatemalan Brigade yourself. Of course, neither is mandatory. You're already in the United States; you're free, aren't you?"

The agent's point was simple—if you want a position in the future opposition government, you either have to pay money or risk your life; there are no other options.

Those who contribute nothing will just wait to have their savings drained in the US, be evicted by their landlords, and become homeless forever.

To this end, the agents even produced a "price list" which included "donation packages." It seemed that the more expensive the package, the greater the future rewards would be...

Riley was somewhat dumbfounded—although he had already decided to build up his homeland, he still held many positive feelings towards the most powerful country in the world next door.

But he really didn't expect that in this country, in what should have been a rather serious occasion, he would see such an abstract scene.

Damn it, is this what a fundamentalist capitalist country is like?
Riley was dumbfounded, but the others were not. The vast majority of them immediately raised their hands and eagerly signed up: "Me, I can pay for it, I'll buy Package 1!"

"I'll buy package 2!"

"I...I have a son, he can go on the mission!"

"I'll buy it..."

"I attended!"

Riley remained silent for a moment, and in order to maintain his high status, he finally chose to purchase a premium package that included additional heavy machine guns and rocket launchers for the "Guatemalan Brigade".

"..."

Soon, the CIA saw their bountiful harvest and smiled with satisfaction.

"Not bad...very good. With people like you, how can we not restore our kingdom?"

“I’ll give you an address. That’s where the ‘Guatemalan Brigade’ rests after training on Uzepa Island. Go there and find the largest local agency that specializes in providing jobs for Guatemalan immigrants. They will help you actually join the ‘Guatemalan Brigade’.”

"This brigade was formed in secret, its operation plan was secret, and its landing site was secret... You don't need to ask any more questions. You will know before the operation begins."

After saying this, the CIA officer adjusted his hat, got up, and left the bar.

The other old government's traitors also left their positions with great joy and anticipation, their previous dejection completely gone.

Even on their way home, they were discussing how to fight, how to make money after establishing an opposition government, speculating where the Americans would establish landing sites, and imagining Milton's tragic end.

Except for Riley.

When he got home, he felt heavy-hearted and managed to fall asleep. The next day, he tried to find a way to bribe some people to get more information about the "secret plan".

Aside from knowing that the CIA was planning this operation, Riley had no other information... He couldn't risk being exposed by passing on such useless intelligence.

He didn't even know the name of this "secret plan"!

However, being in a foreign country and having no connections whatsoever, Riley tried for several days but didn't gain much of a useful result.

The planned meeting time with the "Guatemalan Brigade" was fast approaching.

Once we get there, the regulations will definitely be stricter, and the risks will be much greater...

Riley had been busy for several days without any results and went to sleep exhausted. He planned to risk contacting Milton if he still hadn't made any progress by tomorrow and report the information he had, so that at least Mr. "Hell Tax Collector" would be prepared.

Sigh... I've somewhat disappointed Mr. "Godfather's" expectations.

Time quickly came to the next day.

Riley got up as usual, went into a coffee shop, ordered a simple breakfast, and picked up a few newspapers to learn about current events and the state of the nation in America.

He first opened The New York Times and glanced at it briefly.

Then Riley took out the Washington Post and glanced at the headline.

Riley was immediately stunned.

"Milton, the CIA is watching you!!!"

"The CIA is training exiles on Uzepa Island, planning a 'counterattack on the mainland'!!!"

Riley: "???"

Holy crap, is this what a fundamentalist capitalist country is like?

(End of this chapter)