Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 36 The people at the checkpoint have gone mad!

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Three cars speeding at over 160 km/h raced through the town, the deafening roar of their engines, gunshots, and explosions echoing throughout the town.

No one dared to peek out—the common people only knew that the gangs were fighting again, and tonight would be another sleepless night.

Milton had already switched to a new drum magazine, but the road conditions on the detour were clearly not good. There were many curves and occasional bumps. He tried to fire several times, but none of them had any real effect.

It's impossible to aim properly, not even a rough aim is possible.

"Boss!" Brandon glanced at the terrifying engine revs on the dashboard, his panicked cry rang out again, "There's an alley ahead... lots of debris on the road, it might be very bumpy!"

One wrong move and it could result in a fatal accident!
Milton, gritting his teeth against the soreness in his right arm, roared, "Then let's ram it!"

The next second, the bumper hit the wooden box, and the sound of tires crushing bottles and other trash could be heard. The car was once again on the verge of going out of control. If it weren't for two people holding on tightly, Milton would have been thrown off the plane.

The violent shaking and continuous impacts caused Milton's vision to go black for a moment... A piece of wood that had been knocked away even hit his tactical helmet directly!
No, I absolutely must get my hands on a vehicle with an onboard weapons platform sometime in the future...

Otherwise, things would turn out like this: even if the bullet misses, the jolting and impact would still cause serious injury.

Milton gritted his teeth, enduring the dizziness and pain, regained consciousness, and took control of the FN FAL in his hand.

As soon as his vision returned, he saw a Dodge Charger rushing up behind him while Brandon had to slow down!
Fan Kangbang's drivers were like they had removed the brakes!
"Too close... I can't hit the driver from this position!" Milton could no longer lower his gun to aim at the driver of the car behind him, otherwise the bullet would hit his own car.

"And there's no way to use a grenade launcher; at this distance, you'd blow yourself up."

But Milton still pulled the trigger—if he couldn't hit the driver in the driver's seat, he'd hit the passenger in the back seat!

A soft thud and a loud gunshot rang out almost simultaneously. Dozens of M80 bullets burst from the raging flames, riddling the roof of the following car and its passengers with holes.

But the enemy's car's front end also grazed Milton's rear end, and the rear wheels immediately lost some traction!
The rear of the car swayed violently from side to side, almost throwing Milton off again!

"The Pendulum of Death!"
Brandon, now desperate, immediately chose to rub against the wall, using external force to forcibly stop the process before the death pendulum's amplitude became uncontrollable.

Clang! Bang!

Several bags of trash on the ground were run over and flew off along with the passenger side door.

The shaking stopped immediately.

After the car stabilized, Milton steadied the gunman, and the rear car was slightly thrown aside due to the impact...

Milton regained his firing angle, took a rough aim, and immediately pulled the trigger, unleashing a fan-shaped barrage of bullets.

The co-driver's head and the driver's left arm were instantly turned into minced meat!

The Dodge's hood was riddled with bullet holes, white steam spewed from the punctured coolant tank, and the entire vehicle began to experience uncontrolled surging.

The enemy's engine is damaged.

Brandon then shouted again, "We're about to exit the alley, I'm turning left! Boss, watch out!"

Milton immediately pressed himself against his right side, assuming an impact-resistant posture: "Understood."

The next second, the Chevrolet Caprice emerged from the alleyway with a pile of trash, its chassis scraping against the concrete shoulder, sparks flying into the cabin like welding torches, before it narrowly made a left turn back onto the main road.

Milton caught a glimpse of another Dodge's headlights out of the corner of his eye—they emerged from another alley and approached from the left.

Behind them, the driver of the nearly totaled and dying car was still relentlessly pursuing them.

Even Milton was shocked by this completely reckless behavior.

“That hospital, or that garbage disposal plant, must have something far more serious than troglitazone, serious enough to implicate the families of these gang members!”

"They think I have this secret? So they'd rather die than let me go?"

"Forget it, don't overthink it... let's take care of the enemy in front of us first."

Milton suppressed his chaotic thoughts and refocused his mind on the battle.

He first shot and killed the dying driver behind him, then adjusted his gun to the side to quickly take out the last car as well.

But Fan Kang's fearless actions bought his teammates a little time and a little chance.

Milton was running alongside the enemy's last vehicle!
Da da da da da…

Milton watched as enemy submachine guns spat fire at him and felt the impact of bullets on his body armor—the bullets failed to penetrate the bulletproof plates.

Their overwhelming firepower disadvantage caused them to miss the opportunity. Then Milton pulled the trigger.

M80 bullets took the last few lives inside the car.

The Dodge, having lost its driver, went out of control and crashed into a nearby house.

At this moment, the barrel of the FN FAL was so hot it was almost on fire, and even through the grenade launcher, Milton's fingers could feel the terrifying heat.

Milton fired nearly 200 rounds in succession, to the point that in the last few dozen rounds, his shooting accuracy had dropped to an absurd level due to the overheating and expansion of the barrel.

The barrel and recoil spring of this gun will have their lifespan reduced by at least 30%!

Fortunately, they successfully defeated all the enemies.

Milton crawled back into the car and quickly assessed the extent of the damage—except for the windshield, there wasn't a single intact part of the car.

The passenger side door, Milton's side, was even smashed off.

This battle was brutal.

"Report on the injuries."

Brandon's clothes were soaked with cold sweat. He took a couple of breaths before saying, "I was hit by two bullets, but they didn't pose much of a threat to my body armor."

When the enemy fired, all three men ducked down—the pistol bullets from the submachine guns had almost no effect on the heavy body armor after passing through the car door.

Lutz sighed, "Damn it, Van Conn's gang of lunatics, don't they want to die?"

Veronica's voice held a hint of doubt: "Could it be that there's something else at the hospital or the waste disposal plant that we haven't discovered? Something that's very important to them?"

Luz immediately thought of the hospital's strangely large morgue—this expensive private hospital in the border town didn't have many patients, so why would it need such a large morgue?

He immediately said, "That's possible!"

Milton looked at the still-smoking FN FAL with some heartache and shook his head, saying, "We've already missed that lead, and given our current situation, we can't investigate any cases other than troglitazone."

They can't investigate cases where they can't catch the perpetrator red-handed on the spot.

Brandon nodded: "Yes, we're almost at our destination... Victory is just ahead. Well, a partial victory is still a victory. We'll look into the rest later."

Waaaaah!
Just then, two piercing police sirens came from afar.

The commotion finally attracted the police... or so they did.

Did they arrive a little too quickly?!

"Are the police really that efficient?" Milton felt something was off, instinctively gripping the bolt of his gun and looking at Brandon. "Do your colleagues have this kind of efficiency in responding to calls in the middle of the night?"

Brandon shook his head, somewhat confused: "As far as I know, there shouldn't be any..."

The next moment, the two police cars separated without warning.

One of the cars was approaching Milton's vehicle from a distance, while the other was speeding forward toward the waste treatment plant.

Milton's pupils constricted sharply: "They're going to the waste disposal plant, trying to seize law enforcement power before us! These are police officers bribed by Van Kang!"

The police don't need to take action like Fan Kang's gang. They just need to get to the garbage disposal station, cordon off the scene, and isolate Milton from outsiders. That's all it takes to finish Milton!
The situation has suddenly turned into a race, a race to see who can get to the waste treatment plant first.

How could a severely damaged Chevrolet Caprice possibly outrun two police cars?
"What do we do?" Brandon panicked again. "With our current condition, we might not be able to catch up with that police car in front of us, not to mention there's another one harassing us!"

Milton paused for two seconds, then reached out and pushed open the leaf-shaped sight on the FN FAL—a sight specifically designed for grenade launchers.

He never forgot that his FN FAL also had an M203 grenade launcher hanging below it.

"Luz, Veronica, hold on to me."

The other three asked, somewhat bewildered, "What... what are you going to do?"

Milton released the trigger safety of the M203 grenade launcher and climbed out of the skylight once again.

"The terrorists in Fan Kang's gang used grenades to bomb the police in order to destroy evidence, which is extremely heinous."

(End of this chapter)