Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 34 Unexpected People
Milton exhaled and said coldly, "Keep kneeling, line up in a row! Are there any of your men left inside?!"

It's disgusting, but time is of the essence, so let's just proceed with the trial like this!
The man in the lead was filled with fear and shame—he often killed police officers, stripped their widows and daughters naked, paraded them through the streets, raped and murdered them, but now he had become such a villain!

"No, no, it's just the three of us."

Milton nodded, looked at Lutz, and gave an order: "You guard the door and don't rush in. I'll interrogate them first."

Lutz, gun raised and pressed against the wall, said, "Roger that."

Let's see if we can get any information out of these three prisoners first, then kill them and go into the last room together.

Milton was worried that there might be a trap in the room, and that the three prisoners behind him could be a threat.

“You, the smallest bird,” Milton said, looking at the first man. “Do you know where the original bottles of these medicines are? Whisper them, and only to me.”

Preventing the three individuals from knowing each other's answers can effectively prevent collusion.

"I... I can tell you, but you have to..."

boom! boom! boom!
Milton fired three shots into the man's chest, ending his rambling.

“Next.” Milton kicked aside the corpse in the pool of blood and looked at the second Van Conn gang member. “Still the same question. Tell me in a low voice.”

After the shot rang out, the other two men turned ashen-faced.

It was terrifying... The two of them were so scared that they almost fell to the ground. Even when they were facing their leader, Raul Montoya, they didn't feel this much pressure!

The second person was trembling uncontrollably and whispered, "I don't know the exact location, but it seems to be on Green Leaf Street, in that direction, because they all came from that side..."

Green Leaf Street... that's the slum from before, the place where the female prosecutor named Veronica disappeared.

Could it be that nearby? That seems plausible, since Veronica disappeared around there.

The problem is that Green Leaf Street is too big, not to mention just "Green Leaf Street direction".

It would take at least three days to investigate completely... This is a piece of intelligence that has little significance.

Milton glanced at his watch again, turned the gun towards another man, stared at him, and asked, "Your turn. Answer my question."

The third Fan Kang gang member, seeing that his companion hadn't been shot after answering, quickly whispered, "The approximate location should be in that slum in the southeast of town, called... called Green Leaf..."

Just then, a faint sobbing sound came from the room that Lutz was guarding.

"Ugh... Hmm!!!"

This...this is a sound that only a human could make!

There are still people in the room!
Fan Kang's gang of thugs dared to lie to me?!

Fortunately, he was cautious enough, and Pailuz guarded the door!

Milton didn't even wait for the third thug to finish speaking before forcefully pulling the trigger, killing the two men at close range. At the same time, he quickly pounced on the strongman's side at the doorway and positioned himself accordingly.

"Luz, prepare for battle!"

“Boss, um…” Lutz frowned, his voice filled with uncertainty, excitement, and anticipation, “This voice… it sounds kind of familiar!”

Milton was taken aback: "What do you mean by 'somewhat familiar'?"

The question had barely left his mouth when Milton realized what he meant, and his tone became slightly surprised: "You mean, Veronica?"

In their hearts, they had long considered Veronica dead—what good could come of a law enforcement officer captured by the Mexican mafia?

Lutz was simply trying to find his colleague's body.

"Yes!"

"Okay, follow my orders, proceed with caution." Milton chose to trust his teammate's judgment and put down the stun grenade in his hand. "There may still be enemies inside."

"receive."

"Three, two, one."

With a bang, the two pushed the door open, one of them taking charge of cleaning one side of the room.

Milton stepped into the room and saw no enemies in sight... but against the wall was a specially modified medical bed that looked like a torture rack.

A woman with a good figure, wearing a few tattered pieces of prosecutor's uniform, was bound to the bed. She was struggling so hard that her toes were involuntarily curling and stretching.

She was stuffed with a lot of "medical devices," and many of them had fallen to the ground.

It's obvious that he's been a Starfury here for quite some time.

"Woo...wow!"

Seeing this, Milton finally understood why the three people outside were naked—these idiots from Van Cam's gang had actually let people who should have been silenced live until now, and then were rescued by some twist of fate, all because of their lust!
“Veronica!” Lutz wanted nothing more than to turn around and fire a few more shots at those three Van Cameron gang members. He strode forward and quickly removed the items from her body. “Damn it… what did those guys do to you?” Hearing a familiar voice, Veronica’s struggles lessened considerably. Once the gag was removed and she could speak, she asked in astonishment, “Lutz? It’s you?! Holy crap, how did you find your way here?”

Could it be that all those explosions and gunshots outside were caused by my colleague?

Isn't Lutz supposed to be poor? When did he become so powerful? When did he get this kind of equipment?
No, Lutz doesn't have that ability; it must be the person next to him!
Who is he?
Milton, confirming that Veronica was not in mortal danger, interrupted the two, saying, "You two can catch up later. Veronica, do you know where the Green Vine Foundation changes its troglitazone vials?"

The female prosecutor was exhausted and weak from the ordeal, but thankfully her mental state did not collapse.

“The garbage disposal plant behind Greenleaf Street—that’s where I got targeted. I accidentally stumbled upon it.” Veronica swayed as she got out of bed. She glanced at Milton and exhaled. “You must be ‘Hell Tax Collector’ Milton, right? Those guys from Van Conn’s gang have been talking about you since yesterday… Dude, I’ve heard of you. You’re really something, really!”

“…” Milton clenched his fist, ignoring the topic, “Are there any other valuable clues in this room?”

The "boss" had mentioned the waste treatment plant briefly, but Milton and Brandon hadn't paid much attention, and even if they had, they wouldn't have been able to analyze it.

If the "boss" were still alive, this operation would probably be much easier...

Veronica shook her head and said, "No, at least I don't know."

She could tell that time was of the essence, and that the other party had probably taken a huge risk to rescue her. After the excitement and joy of escaping death subsided, she calmed down and stopped talking nonsense.

“1 minute and 36 seconds left, evacuate immediately.” Milton glanced at his watch and turned on the walkie-talkie. “Luz, help the wounded and stay close to me. Brandon, start the car and open the door. We’re heading to the waste disposal plant.”

"Brandon received... You found our missing colleague? She's not dead?"

"Yes."

Milton returned to the first floor and was about to move towards the door when he suddenly caught sight of a nurse trembling beside him.

He glanced at the time, then abruptly pulled out his right hand, twisted the nurse's hand behind her back, covered her mouth, pressed her against the wall, and quickly stripped off her clothes, throwing them to Veronica behind her.

The nurse was knocked unconscious with a final karate chop.

The whole process took only three seconds.

"Get in." Milton got into the passenger seat and tossed his soft bulletproof vest, which he had taken off earlier, into the back seat. "Wear this; it'll protect you from handgun bullets. Remember to fasten your seatbelt."

This bulletproof vest is made of Kevlar fiber, which has a rough surface. Wearing it directly can cause abrasions or scratches to the skin due to friction or the roughness of the material's edges.

That's why Milton gave Veronica a piece of clothing before leaving.

The car had already started, turned around, and left the hospital, speeding towards the waste treatment plant.

The entire raid, from entry to withdrawal, took only 4 minutes and 21 seconds, which can be considered perfect.

As the hospital gradually disappeared from sight, the group couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Veronica, in the back seat, finished dressing and fastening her seatbelt, and remarked, "What a cool man."

“This is our boss, Milton.”

"The one driving is Officer Brandon."

"Thank you for saving my life, I am so grateful... I have been gang-raped ever since I was captured, these Mexicans are beasts!"

It's not easy for you to act like nothing happened...

Milton didn't know how to respond, so he could only give a cold, emotionless order: "Get your gear on and take a TEC-9."

Wow, what a cool man!

"..."

As the operation reached its final stage, a teammate was rescued. The enemy was on the defensive the entire time, and the people in the car relaxed considerably and started chatting.

However, Milton remained vigilant.

He had witnessed the efficiency and speed of Fan Kang's gang, so he would never let his guard down.

Milton ignored Veronica and turned to Brandon, who was driving, asking, "Was there anything unexpected just now?"

“No,” Brandon shook his head. “But just like you said, boss, the hospital is too big. I can only make sure no one leaves through the front door, but there’s a high chance someone will slip out through the back. Even though it bought us some time, we have to assume the enemy has already received the necessary information…”

Just then, the faint roar of an engine suddenly came from the right side of the intersection ahead.

Ok? !

Milton almost reflexively grabbed the steering wheel next to him and forcefully pushed it to the left!
Stab it!

The front of the car suddenly veered to the left, the tires lost some grip, and emitted a screeching sound!
Milton's body slammed uncontrollably into the right-side car door.

Immediately afterwards, a Jeep Grand Cherokee ZJ with its headlights off sped out from the right side of the road, almost grazing the front bumper of a Chevrolet Caprice!
P.S.: Due to review issues, I need to change my update time. From now on, I'll update it to 12 PM every day. Otherwise, if it gets blocked after being reviewed in the early morning, I won't be able to contact the editor. Please understand!
(End of this chapter)