Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 339 This is intelligence obtained at the cost of my life, guaranteed to be true!

What is a teammate? In critical moments, a teammate is a shield... What kind of camaraderie could Damon have with those two "colleagues" he just met?

The female partner wasn't intimidated by the decision and asked while driving, "Are you sure?"

“I’m sure. If they were in our situation, they would definitely make the same choice.” Damon began to take off his equipment and remove all his weapons. “We’ll find a place to park later, and you can take off your equipment too. We’ll go into the city and take a commuter plane directly to our destination, then escape to Belize as quickly as possible.”

“We’ll go to the safe house over there and rearm… We don’t need to notify our colleagues there; they can draw our fire.”

The more shields you have, the better.

"Remember to check the checklist at every step so as not to miss anything important."

"it is good……"

Half an hour later, the two SADs, who had already taken off all their gear, drove the SUV into the city with Runren, rented a garage, parked the SUV, and then took a taxi to the nearby commuter airport.

This is a very, very small airport, only large enough to accommodate small propeller planes...

Damon glanced at his watch: "There should be just enough time."

After confirming that there were no ambushes around, Damon got out of the car, took the three people's ID cards, walked to the ticket window, and first cautiously glanced at the security guards next to him. After confirming that they had no interest in him, he knocked on the table.

Tuk-tuk-tuk...

The ticket seller, who had been dozing off, suddenly woke up and quickly smiled, "Um... three people? Buying tickets? Where are you going?"

Damon answered, "Livingston."

“Okay…” The ticket seller smiled and chatted as she issued the tickets. “I remember, Mr. Milton’s railway has already been built over there. Are you all in a hurry?”

With the availability of extremely cheap railways, many people who are not in a hurry no longer need to choose expensive modes of transportation such as cars and commuter planes.

It's even faster than a long-distance bus.

If you're not in a particular rush, you'll generally choose to travel by train, which is cheaper.

Damon wasn't in the mood for conversation, but he patiently said, "Yeah... the company urgently assigned us work, and we didn't even have time to properly take care of our clothes. You can imagine how messed this is."

"Okay... but we haven't sold enough tickets for takeoff yet, so you might have to wait a bit longer."

Without hesitation, Damon pulled out another wad of cash from his bag and said, "Sorry... I have a very important meeting to attend later and I'm in a real hurry. How much are the remaining tickets? We'll cover them all."

The ticket seller had never seen such a request before—was the plane not fast enough and needed to take off immediately?
"Uh, okay." He thought for a moment and didn't refuse. "So there are 12 seats in total, which is 1200 qchal. Is that alright?"

Damon handed over 1200 for the plane ticket and 200 for a tip to the ticket seller.

"Take this money and prepare some energy drinks and coffee for us after we board the plane."

The remaining funds are Congressional money anyway, and my mission is about to end, so I might as well spend them!
The ticket seller was overjoyed: "Oh, yes, sir! Do any of you three have luggage?"

Damon shook his head and refused the service: "No need, we can get it ourselves."

"Okay! Call me if you need anything... Your plane is over there, it's that Y-5. Don't worry, it's been modified for civil aviation, it's very comfortable!"

Damon didn't have time to chat; he quickly pressed the buttons and boarded the plane.

Because it was a customized flight, the plane took off quickly after the route was applied for... Looking at the ground getting farther and farther away, Damon felt an impulse rise in his heart.

Should we simply spend more money to bribe the entire crew so they can fly directly to Belize instead of landing in Guatemala?

No, that's too risky... If even one of the four crew members disagrees, the entire plan could fall apart.

Or, how about hijacking the plane?

Although security checks prevented all weapons from entering, given the combat capabilities of the two SADs, hijacking the crew in a surprise attack would not be difficult.

But Damon peered ahead and noticed a metal protective door had been installed near the cockpit...

This is way too standardized!
Is it still a commuter plane for small countries?
Damon finally gave up his immature ideas and, taking advantage of the loud noise of the Y-5, quietly approached his female partner.

"I just checked, the doors are locked, hijacking is not feasible; bribery is too risky... Let's retreat according to the original plan."

The female partner glanced at her watch and said with considerable worry, "At this time, the enemy should be almost at the top of the mountain... We might not have enough time to evacuate."

"It's alright." Damon remained relatively calm. "Don't forget, there are two other people who are much slower than us and are evacuating in a different direction."

"Milton will certainly prioritize sending his forces in that direction."

"No one could have imagined that another team was secretly leaving in the completely opposite direction!"

"But we really need to hurry."

"..."

Soon, the plane arrived at Livingston's commuter airport.

Damon hailed a taxi and first arrived in the small city center, where he completed a brief reconnaissance of the area via a specific route.

"It's alright...it doesn't seem like they've reached us yet."

Damon immediately relaxed: "Either their soldiers are careless and haven't found any trace of us on the mountain yet, or they've gone to capture our two good colleagues."

"We should be safe for now. Let's go to the safe house, grab our equipment, and prepare to evacuate."

“By the way, we still have a lot of funds left, right? And it seems like no one’s coming to arrest us. What do you think about… getting some more money back? Anyway, we’re still a bit far from Port Barrios, and the local police force is weak, so they don’t pose much of a threat to us.”

"I think it's a good idea..."

Listening to their conversation, Runren Bent was momentarily stunned—he suddenly had a feeling that these two American "soldiers" were a bit like convicts.

No, it must be an illusion!
He can soon leave this damned homeland and embrace American civilization!

"..."

……

Meanwhile, in the port of Barrios.

Milton, who claimed he was going to visit Champellico, was sitting in a secret room, scrutinizing the Ubico family members who had barely survived the Great Purge.

Every glance they received sent shivers down their spines. Not long ago, the CIA had indeed contacted them, offering incredibly generous terms in exchange for their cooperation with the Guatemalan Brigade in a landing operation in the vicinity.

Although they ultimately did not agree, and although the CIA likely canceled the nearby operation due to the "newspaper scandal," a small number of people within the family were actually slightly swayed.

In the end, reason prevailed over madness, and pressure from Eunice and other high-ranking officials prevented them from making the wrong decision.

And the facts proved their guesses right. After Milton's sudden visit, the sanitation workers who were cleaning around them turned into special police officers, the street vendors turned into secret agents, and even Eunice's personal maid was now holding a gun and standing next to Milton!
In other words, if the Ubico family really made the decision to betray them, before the order even left the room, everyone from the highest-ranking members, including Eunice, would lose their heads in the next second.

In a truly real sense, even when talking in your sleep, you worry that someone might crawl out from under the bed.

Judging from how calm the "hellish tax collector" is, he must have a contingency plan!

Milton stared at everyone until some people were almost unable to sit still before slowly speaking: "Some thoughts are fine to keep in mind."

"Yes Yes!"

“Now, I need someone to help me put on a show.” Milton finished reprimanding the once powerful warlord and slowly said, “A CIA team has infiltrated your territory, intending to escape to Belize with an important document.”

One of the Ubiko family members went mad with fear, repeatedly denying, "We didn't do it! We didn't release them! We know nothing! We can send men right now to kill them all!"

Milton glanced at him: "First of all, shut up."

"Secondly... I need your absolute cooperation to make the pursuit of them as big and real as possible. We don't need to kill them all; we can let one go."

In reality, Milton didn't really lack the Ubiko family members... Rather, he wanted to transfer away the remaining, only trusted and capable members of the Ubiko family. After they finished fighting, he would use their good performance as an excuse to directly "recruit" them, further dismantling the legitimate influence that the local family had cultivated for so long.

From now on, we'll just operate as a legitimate business and make money honestly... Forget about local influence and political influence forever.

"Yes!"

Milton sat in the main seat and slightly raised his chin: "Alright, you can leave now... I've temporarily requisitioned this place as a combat command center."

No one dared to object to Milton's unbridled behavior in his own villa. They all lowered their heads and slunk away like children who had done something wrong.

After Milton and the others had all left, he picked up the phone and dialed Brandon, who was in charge of arresting another group and whose number had been coordinated.

"Hey? How's it going on your end?"

Brandon gave a wry smile: "Boss... you have no idea how hilarious these two SADs are. They've completely confused our men. They... they actually forgot to clean up the traces they left on the mountaintop! It's going to be hard for the soldiers to pretend they didn't notice them."

Milton paused for a moment... Could it be? This is already a basic mistake.

"Hmm, I think it's not that they forgot, but rather that we didn't coordinate the time well and put too much pressure on them, leaving them no time to clean."

"It's not your fault. It's not like you're acting. It's hard to 'cooperate' perfectly."

"Have you caught those two people over there?"

Brandon's tone immediately became excited: "Boss, we've caught them... These two bastards are very soft-spoken. They confessed everything before we even hit them. They're just like you thought, they really got hooked, and they're really planning to devise a plan to behead them!"

"They even prepared a fake plan, while the real plan remained in their minds. Unfortunately, it couldn't fool us."

“Understood… Remember to kill these two, and make it look like we killed them while they were escaping,” Milton instructed. “Otherwise, the CIA will assume the intelligence was leaked, and our ambush plan will have failed.”

"rest assured!"

"..."

After hanging up the phone, Milton opened the panel and looked at the two targets that had already been marked in red.

Logically, since Damon and his two companions are about to escape, it would be time to launch a helicopter, mobilize police forces, and stage a tense, exciting, and challenging escape scene.

Milton was stunned. Even though he had seen many grand scenes and witnessed many abstract and incredible things, his pupils still couldn't help but dilate slightly.

"Damn it, why haven't these three idiots run away yet? Which way are they going?"

"A jewelry store?!"

Damn it, can the CIA stop with the abstract stuff?

Flora looked at Milton, a little surprised, and asked, "What's wrong? Shouldn't we be leaving now? Won't we be too late if we don't go soon?"

Although the original intention was to let this group escape, if they escaped too easily, it might arouse suspicion.

"It's alright, let's wait a bit longer." Milton cursed these three money-grubbing idiots in his mind. "Being late is better than being early. If we go too early and let them go, that's when we'll really be exposed."

"That's true... to be on the safe side, let's wait a bit longer."

Milton nodded, reached out and turned on the room light, then took a battle plan from the table.

The plan was for Milton to tie a drug dealer up tightly and throw him into a small, riverside hotel that only catered to high-ranking officials.

This hotel is located on the way from Milton to Champellico.

Milton's convoy will indeed pass through here, but with the help of the control panel, the people in the cars will evade the CIA agents' eyes and sneak away, leaving the hotel a ghost town.

Of course, it wasn't entirely an empty city; there were still many, many high-yield aerial bombs inside.

He believed that the CIA, which had already taken action, would not miss this information.

When the Americans rush in, a huge surprise awaits them—and Milton had already planned an ambush for American air support.

All we need to do is wait for Riley to relay the approximate timeframe for the enemy's actions.

The entire operation plan was seamless and straightforward, with no interference between its components. Even if it failed, there was a Plan B that could be switched at any time. It also successfully mobilized the enemy forces... It was practically perfect.

As for Milton himself... he certainly wouldn't miss the chance to personally deliver a crushing blow to the Americans.

Once the airspace is secure, Milton will ride in an AC-130 to let the Americans experience firsthand what it's like to be bombarded by "gunships."

After reviewing the plan, Milton looked at his watch again, preparing to complete the final piece of the plan.

"It's almost time, prepare the helicopter."

"Let's go and see which lucky CIA agent will be able to get back alive and deliver this high-quality intelligence, obtained at the cost of their lives, to CIA headquarters."

(End of this chapter)