Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 39 Divide Money
If anger can be described, Pedro's anger had now spread from the town of Malacan to the Mississippi River.

That so-called "hellish tax collector," whom he couldn't even be bothered to look at, actually crushed the head of the person he had offered to protect right in front of him!

This contemptuous attitude angered Pedro more than any act of defiance.

What is a prosecutor anyway?!

“I said…” Pedro began in a sinister tone, “Congratulations on cracking a major smuggling case. Now this place should be handed over to the police, understand?”

Walker was already dead, and the reporter had taken countless photos. People were gradually gathering around, and it was too late to make a move now. No matter how much Pedro hated him, he could only give in slightly and offer the other party a way out.

The death of Walker, this American, can only be attributed to Van Conn's gang; otherwise, not only Milton, but also Pedro, and even the entire police department, will suffer the consequences.

The only explanation Pedro could choose was either a gang shootout involving people smuggled in from Mexico that resulted in Walker being shot and killed, or a shootout between local border control and police that led to Walker being silenced.

Otherwise, the impact of this incident could escalate and spread to the police and border control systems, and in severe cases, it could even lead to a diplomatic incident!
He was humiliated by Milton and then had to clean up Milton's mess!

Komilton seemed unimpressed, his tone remaining indifferent: "What did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly, translate it."

leave?

How could that be! Milton hasn't even taken the money he's been eyeing yet!
Pedro finally lost his temper: "Milton, I'm warning you, don't go too far!"

After shouting, he took a step back, glanced around with a stern look, and gave a signal to the police officers who had come with him, indicating that they should go straight in and forcibly take over the area.

Did he really think he was an easy target?
However, the officers did not obey his orders to rush forward. They were all filled with fear and not only did they not advance, but they also took a few steps back.

Are you kidding me? Didn't you see that inspector was covered in blood? Didn't you see he just crushed a human head? Didn't you see what kind of heavy equipment those people were wearing?

They already knew about the "Hell Tax Collector" firing a cannon and blowing up a police car!

Everyone's here to make money, who's going to risk their lives for you, Pedro?

The situation suddenly became a little awkward.

At this moment, the so-called bureau chief seemed to have become a ridiculous commander without any real power, jumping around and issuing orders, but no one took him seriously.

Pedro suddenly realized a terrible truth—the power he was so proud of did not seem to be as omnipotent as he had thought.

If he doesn't leave now, he might also "die at the hands of Fan Kang's gang!"
Pedro finally considered resigning, but as the director, he couldn't bring himself to do it and stubbornly refused to leave.

At this point, no matter what ladder Milton handed him, he would immediately climb down it.

Milton simply watched the officers calmly, wiping the crumbs off the soles of his boots on the ground—he wasn't in a hurry at all; the longer Pedro stayed here, the more embarrassed he would become.

Pedro had no choice but to speak again, this time his request was almost humble, clearly intending to give up all interests and just want to save face: "Then at least let us retrieve the belongings of the two officers."

Milton refused again without hesitation: "The scene needs to be secured, and we will return their belongings later."

What you can't get on the battlefield, you can't get at the negotiating table either.

Extreme contempt and humiliation.

How hateful! How hateful!
The situation reached a stalemate once again.

Just as Pedro was about to draw his gun and fight back in shame and anger, another police car finally arrived outside.

A sheriff hurriedly got out of the car.

This was the sheriff who had met Milton twice before and was investigating the case on the front lines. When he saw the tense scene, he immediately understood what was going on.

He quickly walked over to Pedro and said, "Sir, there's a very important case in the department that's waiting for your signature."

Pedro swallowed his humiliation, stepped down the ridiculous stairs, glanced coldly at the sheriff and Milton, and got into the car without looking back: "Let's go."

Bang! He slammed the car door shut, slammed on the gas pedal, and revved the engine to its maximum speed, venting his emotions in a fit of rage.

The chief and several officers drove away, looking disheveled and exhausted.

After the police car drove away, the sheriff sighed and looked at Milton with a wry smile: "You guys are really... it won't be long before your names are heard by everyone in town."

Milton had no interest in small talk: "What can I do for you?"

“To ease tensions, just like you see,” the sheriff shrugged. “Don’t worry, the spoils are all yours… Besides, I should thank you.” Milton was a little confused: “Thank us for what?”

Having dealt with him three times, Milton knew that the sheriff was a man with principles, so his attitude was relatively mild.

The sheriff smiled: "I suspected there was something wrong with that hospital before and tried to investigate... but Pedro forcibly suppressed it. You guys have done this, which is equivalent to clearing my name. I'll try my best, and I'm sure I'll receive some recognition."

"Maybe in a few days you'll see Brandon and me standing together at the police department's awards ceremony on TV, haha!"

After making a joke, the sheriff turned and left: "I won't interfere with your looting. I'll wait outside, and I'll take over the scene when you're done!"

"..."

After confirming that the sheriff had left and that he had achieved a complete victory, Milton suddenly took a deep breath, staggered to a step, and plopped down on it.

worn out!
Brandon immediately became a little nervous: "Boss, what's wrong? Are you hurt?"

"Isn't that obvious? I almost got hit and killed while we were speeding." Milton rubbed his sore and aching ribs, annoyed. "Stop with the nonsense. Let's finish the search and talk about it when we get back."

Milton looked at the remaining four "prisoners" who looked desperate, and said impatiently, "Where did you hide the money? Tell me now, keep your voices down, and only tell me, so you don't collude."

Brandon sneered and threatened the four men, "The boss's been itching for a beating lately. If you don't want your heads to be crushed like that guy on the ground, don't let the boss find out you're lying."

Even the police were forced to back down, so the remaining four dared not lie. Before they were even tortured, they confessed everything they could.

Soon, the group opened the factory's safe and took out a full $12 in cash!

When the banknotes were laid out, everyone's eyes widened!

"Holy shit!!!"

"This... so much money? This is the most money I've ever seen in my life! These cannibals are really making a killing!"

"12, how much of that do I get? Let me calculate! Am I already a rich person?"

Veronica, who had just joined, was a little surprised: "We can get money? What are the rules for getting money?"

Milton casually remarked, "The three of you will each receive a little over $19000."

Upon hearing the number, Veronica jumped to her feet in shock: "I get a share too? Boss, you, damn it... Never mind, enslavement and abuse aren't so bad, just a little less harsh, my injuries haven't healed yet."

You came out of the dungeon and opened the door to a new world, didn't you...?

Milton thought to himself, then waved his hand and said, "Why are you so surprised now? You didn't react much when Walker mentioned $100 million."

Veronica wrapped her thin nurse's uniform tighter around herself, looking utterly disdainful: "A million dollars... He thinks I'm an idiot. I wouldn't be worth a million dollars even if he sold me."

"Because he clearly just wanted to trick us into fighting amongst ourselves. Once we started fighting amongst ourselves, he would definitely deal with the rest of us instead of giving us $100 million."

"If there were one less zero, I might believe it a little more."

Milton's lips twitched.

No… Walker is very likely telling the truth. A million dollars might not be much to him… You underestimate the horror of American corruption, especially in the pharmaceutical conglomerate.

In a country where the average annual income is less than $1500, promising someone $1 million right off the bat is like a con artist calling from their past life and saying there's a billion-dollar job—no one in their right mind would believe it.

But Walker may not have been lying... he just really didn't expect these people to be this poor.

After mentally grumbling, Milton accepted the $62000 or so belonging to his team and himself, while glancing at a metal cabinet not far away.

"They say the two dead officers were Pedro's confidants. Let's see what kind of good equipment the chief's confidants use."

Those two police officers must be trusted confidants to be able to work in such a relaxed, lucrative, and safe place.

Milton broke the lock on the metal cabinet and opened the door.

"Holy crap...we've struck gold."

(End of this chapter)