Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 41 Just how big a mess did they make?

Red Bay Hotel, Chiapas, Mexico.

At the banquet celebrating Fan Kangbang's victory, velvet curtains hung on both sides of the banquet hall, and various extremely luxurious crystal chandeliers illuminated the venue brightly.

Several female corpses were hanging in the center of the stage, along with several burly men whose hands and feet had been cut off and who had been tortured beyond recognition.

Raúl Montoya walked step by step to the highest point of the stage, wielding a Damascus steel folding knife that looked like an artwork, and cut the ribbon of the champagne tower, and the wine immediately flowed slowly down the stone steps.

"Homage to those brothers who will forever remain at the bottom of the Grihalwa River!"

Swish! The next second, he slashed the neck of the Coco Gang leader with his backhand, smiling as he watched him fall to the ground convulsing; watching his blood gush out and flow onto the stone steps.

Amidst the mingling of blood and wine, a burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the crowd.

"victory!"

Amid cheers, the waiters nervously brought out dish after dish and placed them on the table.

Carlos, the checkpoint chief's confidant, sat in his seat, sipping fine wine, and smiled at Raul as he approached, saying, "A great victory."

"To our friendship," Raul said, clinking glasses. "So, when will you return the goods that you've detained?"

Carlos laughed and said, "It's already going through the final procedures. I guess it will take at most two days."

“You know the true value of that shipment.” Raul’s expression turned serious. “The truck contained not only medicine but also medical equipment… Just because we were able to get it at a low price doesn’t mean it’s only worth that much. It’s very important to us, and I have to get it back.”

There was a hint of threat in his words, but Carlos simply smiled and said, "I assure you, you'll see your truck tomorrow night, and the customs duties will be paid again based on the $50,000 value of the goods. I believe that amount is nothing to the Van Conn gang these days."

"very good."

The group was in high spirits after reaching a final agreement, and their attention quickly turned to the food.

Ten minutes later, a henchman from Fan Kang's gang suddenly rushed into the meeting room and hurriedly approached Raul's table.

"What is it?" Raul asked without looking up, slowly forking a piece of suckling pig into his mouth.

The henchman glanced at Carlos but said nothing.

Raul put down his knife and fork and looked over: "I'll let you speak."

The underling then spoke up: "Milton... Milton led a group of men in an armed attack on the St. Lucia Clinic last night, stormed into the morgue, and then escaped successfully."

Raul's expression changed drastically, and he turned his head sharply: "Son of a bitch! He's a madman, does he even know what he's doing?!"

However, after only cursing once, his expression softened: "Well... we haven't handled any bodies these past few days, Milton won't find anything, no need to be nervous. Just keep the news under control and don't let it get out."

For businesses like this, Fan Kangbang is merely a glove for a larger interest group, or even just one of their countless glove-like devices.

If anything goes wrong, these small gangs that can only wreak havoc on the border will be wiped out in an instant.

Seeing that his boss had calmed down, the underling cautiously continued his report, "Then... Milton, with his men... went to the waste disposal plant..."

"..."

The banquet hall fell silent for a moment.

"what?!"

If Raul was only nervous when he heard Milton was attacking the hospital, then when he heard "garbage disposal plant," cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead!
His eyes suddenly turned bloodshot, and he almost jumped up from his chair, digging his fingers directly into his underling's flesh.

"What did you say?! Say it again, you fucking idiot?! Where did this madman go?!"

"Is Pedro a fucking pig?! Isn't he the police chief? How did he let Milton find that place? This shipment belongs to the Sinaloa Group, do you know what the Sinaloa Group is?! They're real warlords!"

“Even if the drug lords don’t bother us, once this gets out, those so-called Zapatista National Liberation Front Indian insurgents will wipe us out. They’ve been cracking down on drugs like mad dogs lately, you know that?!” “Milton, that lunatic, he’s trying to commit suicide. Don’t drag us down with him!”

Having just wiped out the enemy, Raul now felt the danger of being annihilated himself!
The underling had never seen his boss so excited, nor had he ever seen such genuine fear in his eyes.

He shook his head in fear: "Pedro, Pedro said... the evidence had already been destroyed before Milton came in, and they only found a small amount of troglitazone there."

"Boss, the brothers really did their best... They, they were all killed by Milton, all of them! Even, even several of the cops we bribed died! This madman is too strong!"

"Do you know what? He actually dared to fire at a police car in the street! He even issued a ticket to a garbage disposal plant. He's a tax collector who's come from hell!"

Hearing that the evidence had not been leaked, Raul slowly recovered from his shock and gently released his grip.

He should have been furious to hear of so many of his men's deaths and to hear that Fan Kang's gang had been completely wiped out in Malacan.

But now Raul felt only relief!
"Since it didn't turn into a major disaster in the end, this matter must be suppressed!" Raul took two deep breaths and waved his hand. "We can't let the higher-ups know."

As for the dead underlings, most of them were unimportant peripheral members, so their deaths were no big deal.

The henchman nodded: "All those who knew about this have been silenced."

Raul took a breath; he had lost his appetite. He turned to Carlos and sneered, "Your checkpoint has produced someone remarkable, huh? 'Hell Tax Collector,' countless murderers, how impressive is that?"

Carlos acted like a gentleman, giving a regretful smile: "His accomplices will soon pay the price."

Raul sneered: "Aren't these guys your 'heroes'? How do you expect them to pay the price? What price can you possibly make them pay?"

Doesn't it still require the gangsters to take action?
“Of course we can’t go after a ‘hero’,” Carlos said slowly, wiping his mouth. “But what if a vicious criminal escapes from the police station? What if he wants revenge on Milton for destroying his business?”

Raul dumped the rest of the food on the table: "As far as I know, none of those criminals are qualified to get involved in this business. Where would they get the profits? What reason would he have to kill Milton, with whom he has no grudge, after he gets out of prison? Why doesn't he just take the opportunity to escape?"

Carlos gave a emotionless laugh: "We chopped off one of his sister's fingers and stuffed it into his lunch."

These words made Raul shake his head, and he continued to ask, "How is he going to make a move? Can one person defeat Milton?"

"Tomorrow, the police station will hold an awards ceremony."

Raul paused for a moment, then finally laughed: "Carlos... I often feel that you guys are more like the mob than I am."

Carlos stood up and straightened his clothes: "Mr. Raul, aren't you going to do something?"

With the gang wars over, Raul can now free up his forces to deal with Milton.

Raul tapped the table: "One armored M1114 with two SUVs, two M2 Browning machine guns, one MGL Y2 grenade launcher, and 300kg of high explosives. A total of 15 men, all elites who have killed countless people in gunfights... They can organize it within three days."

For a small gang, this level of firepower is practically a full-scale deployment!

If Raul hadn't just wiped out the Coco Gang and seized a lot of weapons, he wouldn't have been able to unleash so much heavy firepower to deal with a mere Milton.

Unless he chooses to empty out the entire base.

The deployment of such firepower demonstrates just how determined Raul is to eliminate Milton.

Carlos was still a little skeptical: "I've heard that Milton is a very good shot."

“The gang also has three sets of heavy body armor.” Raul pulled out his most treasured possessions, accumulated over many years. “The three men who use machine guns and grenade launchers will make good use of these body armors.”

“Very good.” Carlos was relieved. “Then, shall we have a pleasant cooperation? Our stationmaster, Mr. Varta, is eager to see you.”

The fact that the station manager came in person means that all the details have been finalized and the cooperation has been officially established.

Raul smiled: "It's a pleasure doing business with you!"

(End of this chapter)