Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 4 Commissioner Milton

Boom, boom...

The roar of the high-powered engine propelled the car forward at breakneck speed.

Thanks to his speed advantage, Milton caught up with the pickup truck before it entered the town of Malacan.

Malacan is a small town located near a checkpoint.

The distance between the two vehicles continued to shrink, but the pickup truck in front showed no signs of slowing down. Instead, it made a sharp turn and accelerated toward the town.

"Is he trying to shake me off using the complex terrain? Or does he have backup in town?"

In either case, delay will only lead to complications; we need to act quickly...

The town not only has a complex terrain, but also various facilities and pedestrians. While fleeing smugglers can run rampant, Milton cannot.

Milton glanced at the gearshift, which was already at its highest setting, and reached out to turn off the air conditioning.

Although the extra motivation is very weak, it's better than nothing.

Milton turned the steering wheel all the way to the lock, and the sound of tires screeching against the ground filled the air as he steadily made his way through the first sharp turn.

At this point, the advantage of good handling became apparent—the fleeing pickup truck clearly oversteered while cornering, nearly losing control, with its rear wheels even swinging onto the curb!

Milton, on the other hand, entered the corner very smoothly.

"A lightly loaded pickup truck with little cargo already has weak rear wheel traction... making it very easy to get a pit..."

Milton didn't panic; instead, he calmly continued following the car, thinking of a solution.

Because of the other party's mistake, the distance between the two cars has closed considerably once again. Milton can even see through the rear window that the Mexican man in front is angrily checking his rearview mirror and frantically stepping on the gas pedal.

In his panic, the Mexican driver made erratic maneuvers, suddenly changing lanes, veering into the oncoming lane, and even colliding with a car waiting at a red light while making a sharp turn.

But Milton remained easily in control. While the other car was darting around and had to drive against traffic to avoid three slow-moving cars, Milton simply turned the steering wheel twice and easily squeezed through the gaps between the cars.

We've followed up on quite a bit more!

The driver, whose rearview mirror was nearly knocked off, was almost so frightened by Milton's wild driving skills that he crashed into a tree stump.

Before he could even yell, all he could see were Milton's taillights.

"……So fast!"

Was this prosecutor a race car driver before?

A large crowd had gathered by the roadside, watching the thrilling car chase.

"..."

After another chase, the distance between the two cars had been reduced to only five meters!
At this rate, Milton will be able to catch the smugglers and make a fortune in no time.

However, just as Milton was looking for an opportunity to get closer and stop the truck, he saw the fleeing pickup truck change direction slightly and drive straight into pedestrians who were crossing the road!

If the pedestrian hadn't dove in the opposite direction in time, he would probably have been smashed to pieces by now!
The medicine bottle slipped from the passerby's hand, scattering medicine all over the road. His face instantly showed distress and confusion, clearly indicating that he was waiting to take the medicine home to treat his children or elderly relatives!

Fortunately, the medicine scattered on the ground is still edible after picking it up...

This scene immediately made Milton's gaze darken, and he jerked the steering wheel, narrowly avoiding the pedestrian.

"Holy crap... this Mexican is definitely a desperate criminal!"

They actually want to use the lives of innocent people to buy time? To make the prosecutors hesitant and restrained?!
To be honest, this tactic actually had a certain "deterrent effect" on Milton.

He is not a saint, but that doesn't mean he can ignore the lives of innocent people without any psychological burden.

Because of this action, the distance between the two vehicles was finally increased slightly, to about 10 meters.

Okay, so you're indiscriminately killing innocent people and have no sense of martial ethics, huh?
Then don't forget, true martial virtue is in my hands!

Milton had already accumulated a lot of negative emotions due to the recent troubles.

Milton was really angry now. He glanced at the passenger side out of the corner of his eye, grabbed the automatic rifle, rolled down the window, and casually pointed the muzzle at the sky.

BOOM BOOM BOOM! BOOM BOOM BOOM! BOOM BOOM BOOM!

The deafening sound of bullets, gunpowder, and gun barrels exploding echoed throughout the entire town!
Using an automatic weapon with one hand is inaccurate, and even when shooting at a car, it's easy to accidentally injure passersby, so it's better to raise the gun. But the loud and rapid gunfire was enough to alert half the town.

It serves both to warn cars on the road to give way and to pedestrians.

Moreover... most importantly, Milton could report more ammunition when reporting damage afterward.

Fire two magazines, report three magazines.

"If you don't take it and I don't take it, how will the stationmaster take it? From now on, please call me Smith, no, Commissioner Milton..."

Sure enough, under the continuous and dense barrage of automatic rifle fire, the passersby who had just gathered on the street stopped watching the spectacle and instinctively took off running, looking for cover as fast as if they had lost something!
There were also far fewer cars on the road.

In just over 10 seconds, the street became incredibly deserted.

Milton hadn't expected his barrage of shots to be so effective, efficiently clearing the entire block.

If this had happened in a safer area, the gunshots might have attracted even more onlookers... It seems that sometimes, chaos isn't entirely without its benefits.

More importantly, the Mexican man in front was clearly terrified after hearing the burst of gunfire. He made some haphazard maneuvers and was now being followed by Milton at a very dangerous distance.

Five meters... three meters...

There was no intersection ahead, nor any other vehicles or pedestrians.

good chance!
Without hesitation, Milton lightly pressed the accelerator and approached the rear of the pickup truck from the side.

Align the crash beam with the rear of the pickup truck and gently turn the steering wheel.

boom!
A crisp impact was heard, and the pickup truck's rear wheels instantly lost traction, with a loud screeching sound coming from the tires against the ground.

As white smoke billowed from the overheated tires, the pickup truck's rear end was swung 180 degrees, swaying wildly left and right before crashing straight onto the sidewalk, overturning a row of trash cans, and continuing forward for another ten meters before overturning a fruit stand on the roadside and shaking violently.

Turn off the engine completely.

"Perfect American-style stop... However, it's not that I'm particularly skilled, but rather that these rear-wheel-drive pickup trucks aren't carrying cargo, so even a slight touch can cause the rear wheels to lose traction and the truck to go out of control."

Milton made a U-turn, drove the car to the vicinity of the fruit stand, changed the magazine of his rifle, aimed at the driver's seat of the pickup truck, and pulled the trigger.

Boom boom boom!
After shattering the driver's side window with three shots, Milton walked over, opened the car door, pulled the old Mexican man out of the car to the ground, and kicked him hard in the face and kidney area several times.

The smuggler, already disoriented, immediately felt intense pain, curling up into a ball and gasping for breath, unable to even make a sound.

Contrary to popular belief, when experiencing severe pain, most people are unable to scream immediately, nor do they have the strength or energy to do so.

Milton would show no mercy to such scum.

Besides, he had been harboring a lot of resentment lately.

Ding ding dong... plop...

The sound of spent cartridges hitting the ground and the sound of fists and feet striking flesh made countless ears around feel a stinging pain.

This prosecutor... is way too violent!

They started by firing indiscriminately, crashing cars, and beating people.

After the initial pain subsided, Old Mo's screams echoed throughout the entire block: "Stop hitting me, sir! Stop hitting me... Ah!!!"

“I’m not hitting you.” Milton’s kick didn’t lessen at all; he even slammed the butt of his gun down on you. “I’m just making sure you’re telling me the truth.”

Old Mo was almost in tears: "Sir, please ask!"

You son of a bitch, you shitty inspector, go ahead and ask me anything!

People in this line of work have been beaten a lot, but this is the first time Lao Mo has felt so wronged—who comes up and performs torture as art without asking a single question?
Ask me anything, I'll tell you everything my ancestors stole for eighteen generations!

"Who are you? Where are you from? What contraband are you carrying?" Milton asked coldly. "I have a very sincere piece of advice for you: whatever you do, don't make me suspect you're lying."

"Sir, I'll talk... I'll talk! I, I really am Mexican, and I'm working for the Van Kang gang! It's not that I want to run away, but if I lose this shipment, they'll definitely kill my whole family!"

Fan Kangbang?!

Milton, who was initially certain that this person did not have any powerful backing, suddenly froze!
(End of this chapter)