Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 340 The miserable mandarin duck
Damon walked out of the jewelry store, very satisfied with his purchase, and a slight smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

After all, a lot of money went into their pockets, and they were about to leave this damn place. Who wouldn't be happy?

Damon glanced at the inspection report, then casually tossed the amount of gold and gems he thought were appropriate and wouldn't attract attention to Bent, who was following behind him, and told him to keep them safe.

“We cannot leave via the normal route… Milton is also quite wary of Belize. Only in places where large armies cannot pass, or even special forces, will the defenses be less stringent.”

"The road we're about to travel is very treacherous. If we can't hold on, we'll get a booster shot."

The "enhancing agent" actually refers to the "ice needle," a valuable item we just obtained from the safe house.

Bent seemed the most excited, and he said, "Yes!"

The three of them took a pre-planned route and gradually moved away from the city. During this time, they made several tests to make sure that no one was following them.

In order to deal with possible emergencies, the CIA safe house originally stationed in the area had already deployed vehicles in various key locations.

If an unexpected situation arises, Damon could try to drive through, take some dangerous roads, and force his way through the checkpoint.

Of course, the success rate of such an approach is very low, and it is only a last resort for critical situations.

The three men crept toward the edge—they truly lived up to their SAD reputation; even when briefly blinded by greed, they remained meticulous in carrying out their mission.

No one noticed that they were moving rapidly toward the edge of the city.

"Ahead, after crossing the railway tracks and then a highway, we'll be basically safe... Once we dive into the complex terrain, the enemy will have absolutely no way to catch up with us."

"Prepare……"

As soon as Damon finished speaking, the other two were already preparing to leave.

But at that very moment, he heard a very faint, unusual mechanical noise.

It came from a very, very far place.

beep...

Years of life-or-death struggles have given me an intuition that something is wrong. My instinctive fear of death sends me into a state of extreme terror that makes my hair stand on end!
"A helicopter?!"

The helicopter was said to be very loud, but in reality, it wasn't so easy to hear due to the influence of ambient noise... but Damon was able to sense that something was wrong from a relatively far distance away from the helicopter.

He turned his head, and the cold sweat on his forehead was splashed onto Bent's face.

Sure enough... a medium-sized helicopter could be vaguely seen in the sky not far away.

It was flying very low; it was a Sikorsky S-76 helicopter.

A luxury helicopter.

If it were anyone else, they might comfort themselves by thinking it was a luxury civilian helicopter, unlikely to be looking for them, and probably just some wealthy person on vacation. But Damon immediately realized that things were not that simple.

According to CIA intelligence, this helicopter was captured—after Milton killed the first warlord, Lopez, this luxury helicopter, which originally belonged to Lopez, was taken into "public" possession. (Volume 1, Chapter 113)
Therefore, this helicopter could only belong to Milton...

They discovered the problem, sent a helicopter over, and tracked them down here!
The CIA's powerful intelligence capabilities, including previously overlooked general information, saved Damon's life at this moment!
Her female partner also spotted the plane at the same time. She gasped, her voice trembling, "Don't look, let's get out of here..."

"Which way?!" Damon remained relatively calm. "Our path is ahead. We need to cross the railway and the highway. This city is too small; the helicopter can search it quickly... They're not blind; how could they not find us?!"

"I can temporarily scatter and hide..."

Her female partner only said half of what she said before falling silent.

As seasoned special agents, they have had several experiences of chasing people in helicopters or being chased by helicopters.

The best way to escape from this kind of vehicle is to immediately scatter, whether it's a busy city or a forest, or wherever the environment is complicated.

But... the situation is different now.

What's the point of them hiding?
Why not take advantage of the fact that the enemy's main force hasn't caught up yet and hurry to Belize, instead of waiting for the enemy to surround us and send a large number of people to block the border?
By then, the enemy won't even need helicopters.

Damn it, it's all my fault for being greedy... Would things be better now if I hadn't bought those jewels?
Damon felt a slight pang of regret, but quickly suppressed the feeling.

He stared at the luxurious helicopter, frantically trying to figure out how to escape.

How to do? !

Civilian helicopters... Luxury helicopters...

Wait, why is it a civilian helicopter that's coming?
Intelligence indicates that Milton currently possesses a small number of unidentified armed helicopters, as well as military helicopters such as the Lark, Gazelle, and UH-1, which can be equipped with machine guns and cannons.

Why are civilian helicopters coming?

Is there any hope here?

Damon suddenly understood! He saw through Milton's trick!
"I understand... Activate Plan B. This place is just close to a safe house where we've set up a pick-up point. Let's drive away!"

"What?" The female partner was stunned. "Driving away under helicopter surveillance? Getting into a vehicle at a time like this is the most dangerous thing, isn't it? It's practically suicide..."

“That’s the usual situation!” Damon said, his voice slightly agitated as he walked. “It’s different now… Have you ever wondered why Milton, with so many military helicopters, would send only a civilian one?”

His female partner followed, looking somewhat puzzled.

Damon continued, "Because Milton only knew that some people were trying to escape, but he didn't know our exact location... He could only use all the helicopters he could to find us!"

"So even civilian-grade ones have been introduced!"

"This means that the main force has not yet caught up, and that their armed forces are still insufficient... Helicopters can suppress vehicles, but these are civilian helicopters, without machine guns, at most two rifles, so they may not be able to cause us fatal damage."

"Now that we've been exposed, speed is the most important thing..."

"Get out of here as fast as you can before the armed helicopters arrive, before the main force surrounds us, and before Milton knows our exact location!"

"..."

While they were talking, they arrived at a garage and got into the SUV there.

This time, Damon drove himself.

He made no attempt to hide anything, flooring the accelerator almost to the floor, the loud roar drawing the attention of many passersby.

Some people even started yelling: "It's just a beat-up car, what's with the show-off? I can afford it even if I work for another two years. Times have changed!"

"Do people really think revving the engine like that looks cool?"

"The idiot is here..."

"..."

Damon ignored all of that, he twisted the steering wheel hard, slammed Runren, who hadn't had time to fasten his seatbelt, against the car door, and sped straight toward the border.

Boom boom boom!
Damon went straight into colorblind mode, daring to walk on traffic lights, pedestrian crossings, oncoming lanes, and even sidewalks!

As long as it's fast, anything is possible!

Damon is an excellent driver. On a road that wasn't particularly smooth, he weaved through traffic, drove onto sidewalks, and even went against traffic... and managed to maintain an average speed of over 100 km/h in such conditions!

It even easily overtook a patrol car, leaving the two officers inside speechless.

When the officers turned on their sirens and tried to give chase, they found that the other party had already disappeared, which made the two officers in the car a little red-faced.

The skill gap between local police officers and SAD's elite is indeed very large...

but……

There's no need for the police officers to compete with these lunatics in driving skills.

"This is... code 10-3! Location... damn it, do these street racers want to die?!"

"Backup needed!" There was a brief silence on the police radio.

"Received. We will dispatch all police forces to your location."

"According to reliable information, the people in this vehicle are extremely vicious and highly capable in combat. They are foreign terrorists who have infiltrated the country and are likely very well-equipped. If conditions permit, follow them from a distance and do not engage them in a direct confrontation with police equipment. The military will take over."

The military? Taking action?!

I originally thought this was just a simple traffic case, but it turns out it involves so many things.
"Yes……"

……

Having already left the police car far behind and outmaneuvered two more police cars, the road conditions ahead finally improved.

“I was lucky.” Damon’s mood remained relatively calm. “When the paved road conditions were poor, I could use my driving skills to overcome the problem of the off-road vehicle’s insufficient high-speed performance…”

"The road ahead is in good condition, but it's unpaved, so those sedans and SUVs behind us will have even less chance of outrunning us."

"It shouldn't be too much of a problem to shake off those incompetent cops."

"but……"

Before Damon could finish speaking, the roar of the helicopter engine came from behind him.

"Damn...they came so fast!"

Boom boom boom!
Gunshots rang out from above!
Several bullets even hit the body of the SUV!
Bent shuddered in fright and instinctively curled up.

Damon suddenly breathed a sigh of relief... He made a sharp turn to dodge the next burst of bullets, and then laughed: "The sound of AKM, just as I guessed. The people on the helicopter only have a few rifles, and their marksmanship isn't very good. They're not elite personnel."

"Unless we're extremely unlucky, helicopters can't do anything to us!"

Her female partner's expression remained grave: "However, the most dangerous thing is the army that is blocking our way ahead."

“The Belizean military has given us information that they know where the defenses are weak and that we should attack through those weak points… The Belizean military now has American support, and Milton is afraid to redeploy too many troops. We have a chance to escape!”

Boom boom boom!
The bullets, though not densely packed, rained down, but they couldn't stop the SUV from speeding forward.

The sirens behind us grew fainter and fainter.

Finally, perhaps they ran out of bullets, or perhaps the enemy realized that the helicopters couldn't stop them...

Damon's vision suddenly went black, and his pupils widened slightly—the luxury helicopter had flown directly in front of them, to a height almost at landing!

The helicopter pilot intended to cause a direct impact!
Stab it!

Damon jerked the steering wheel, and the SUV swerved sideways, nearly overturning, barely avoiding a collision with the helicopter.

"Damn! They're insane! Milton's men are a bunch of lunatics! Are they out of their minds? Are they frantic?"

"Alright, the more anxious you are, the more vulnerable you will be when I take out the intelligence later."

The SUV continued its high-speed chase, tossing and turning with the helicopter, but ultimately escaped unharmed.
However, Damon's joy didn't last long... because he could see a military outpost in the distance ahead, and the soldiers inside seemed to have been mobilized.

"Here we come, the final hurdle."

Damon couldn't possibly charge through the military checkpoint. He glanced in the direction of Belize and gently turned the steering wheel.

The off-road vehicle started its off-road adventure directly from the unpaved road!
The sentry post noticed this, and two military jeeps equipped with machine gun turrets immediately set off, heading towards Damon's direction.

“That direction, if we keep going any further, it seems even off-road vehicles can’t go any further,” the female partner said with some concern. “Should we continue?”

“But it’s not far from Belize!” Damon said calmly. “Our car can’t go that way, and neither can the enemy’s. We’ll get out there and walk the rest of the way.”

Looking at the terrible terrain, her female partner nodded solemnly, "Okay..."

The road ahead is indeed getting more and more difficult...

When he was completely unable to walk, Damon decisively stopped the car, turned to Bent and said, "Could you get us two bulletproof vests and a few magazines?"

Bent nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

Her female partner grabbed the jewelry and jumped out of the SUV.

Just then, Damon suddenly pressed the door lock, trapping Bent inside the car!

Bent instinctively reached for the door, pounded on the window, and shouted, "I haven't gotten off the bus yet, sir! I haven't gotten off the bus yet!"

"Ah."

Damon snorted and, together with his female partner, turned and continued walking towards Belize. As for that Runren? He and his partner had deliberately kept Ben from hearing their discussion. Ben didn't know the true situation of the CIA and thought the CIA just wanted to take photos of the airport.

Leaving him in the car at this point could serve its purpose, whether to delay the pursuers or to mislead Milton.

Since he loves America so much, he should give his all for America one last time. The CIA gave Bent a chance to be reborn in America after he goes to heaven. In a way, Bent owes the CIA a favor.

"go!"

Wow…

Damon and his partner began a cross-country hike, making a final sprint toward Belize.

They also heard machine gun fire behind them... the pursuers were getting closer and closer...

“It’s just ahead, we’re about to succeed,” Damon gritted his teeth and looked toward Belize—there was a very high stone wall there, which would normally be very difficult to climb over.

However, SAD training includes the construction of a "human ladder".

First, let the stronger person step on the back of the weaker person to get on, and then let the stronger person pull the weaker person up.

Damon and his partner worked together perfectly, and soon he stepped on the woman's back and jumped onto the stone wall... Belize was just ahead, and he could even see the soldiers waving at him!

Suddenly, a series of clear sounds came from behind.

"Don't run!"

"Stop running, you people in front!"

"Damn Americans... what did you take?"

"..."

Her female partner immediately panicked and deliberately placed the jewelry bag in a conspicuous position: "Damon, quick, pull me up!"

Damon looked at the woman he had been intimate with not long ago, who had talked about getting married when they returned to the United States, and at the jewelry that would give him half of his financial freedom once he took it back. He then turned away with a calm expression.

Just kidding, Milton's men have already chased him here. The time it took to pull her up was more than enough for the enemy to riddle him with bullets.

It's better if these star-crossed lovers don't become an unfortunate couple.

Ah, Milton reacted quickly and made the right move... but it also caused a great loss.

"But I'm still better. I won this round."

Damon, slightly arrogant, ignored the shouts and curses from his companions and enemies behind him and walked towards Belize...

Then, amidst cheers from the Belizeans and the local CIA, they crossed the border.

Won!

P.S.: I had a small misunderstanding with an editorial team today, and it took some time to resolve it. It was past 9 PM by the time I finished... I'll get back to work tomorrow! I'll try to restore the 6000-word update tomorrow!

(End of this chapter)