Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 48 Shooting
After these words were spoken, even Flora, who appeared rather aloof and whose expression didn't fluctuate much, showed a deep shock on her face.

"You...the military contracting project..."

Even though she was about to lose control and stand up, Flora managed to control her thoughts and calm herself down.

She pointed out a huge problem.

"But you're just an audit supervisor, what projects can you approve for us?"

Milton glanced around to make sure no one else was there before saying, "It won't be long before I take over the checkpoint and become the stationmaster. A small checkpoint project isn't much, but it'll be enough for the three of you to earn more money than before, and more safely."

These three individuals come from developed countries and are former regular military personnel. They are relatively knowledgeable and disciplined, and can come up with better solutions and higher efficiency when completing many military projects, thus helping Milton save some budget.

In other words, it's a win-win situation.

And most importantly, Milton himself is Guatemalan, so theoretically he cannot interfere too much in Mexican affairs.

But if it's disguised as a PMC, then it's a different story.

An armed uprising is also taking place in the state of Perth, which could provide him with many plausible excuses to launch military operations toward Mexico under the guise of a commission from the PMC, without causing any diplomatic problems.

As an official from Guatemala, his act of violently collecting taxes and fines in another country has had a very negative impact.

But what if you were to lead or dispatch PMC employees to Mexico for security missions? Then that problem would disappear.

The benefits of indirectly controlling a legitimate PMC company are unimaginable, and it could even greatly increase the channels for importing weapons.

These three individuals are not only highly capable in combat and can help Milton deal with the current crisis, but they can also become a piece of the puzzle in Milton's future plans.

Never let it go!

Flora was already intrigued, but she still harbored a sliver of doubt: "But how do you become the stationmaster?"

Milton said calmly and casually, "That's my business. You can choose to continue earning a life-risking job that you can never earn, or you can cooperate with me and truly embark on the road to wealth. The choice is yours."

Flora hesitated for a while before standing up: "This is a serious matter, and I must discuss it with my teammates."

"That makes sense, go ahead."

"..."

Flora pushed open the door and went out to talk to her teammates who had been waiting impatiently.

Seeing Flora emerge empty-handed, a man chuckled, "The negotiations broke down? I knew the 'Hell Tax Collector' couldn't possibly afford such an exorbitant commission. Let's go back home."

"Shut up." Flora waved her hand. "The talks didn't break down. Milton gave us two options. The first is..."

"The second one is..."

Flora briefly explained Milton's proposal.

When the burly man heard the figure of 12 per month in the first proposal, his lips twitched—if the company's financial situation were not bad and it was in dire need of cash flow, he would have hired them for 12 as well.

This price is so low that even the sharks in the Gulf of Mexico would drool over it.

But when they heard the second option, their expressions changed.

The other party actually promised to contract the project?!
After Flora finished her presentation, she eagerly asked, "So, which one should I choose?"

The other two exchanged glances, and one of them managed to say, "But he... he only promised us the future, didn't he?"

“Isn’t that obvious?” another burly man exclaimed excitedly. “Why would we get a free lunch? Boss, I think this is doable, absolutely doable! ‘Hell Tax Collector’ was right, you can’t make big money as a mercenary!”

“I’ve heard Milton’s story, and I believe his future holds more than just being an auditing chief! That future is absolutely worth risking our lives for! Let’s agree to his request!”

"Instead of risking our lives as mercenaries on the battlefield for a pittance, let's take a gamble on Milton. If he can control the checkpoints and approve a few projects for us, we can make a fortune!"

The other man hesitated for a moment, but in the end, his heart was moved and he nodded, saying, "Hmm... okay then, I agree too."

Flora took a deep breath: "3 to 0, very good, then it's settled."

After saying that, she turned and went back to the restaurant.

Milton was leisurely eating noodles and watching the live news on TV, seemingly in complete control of everything.

No one knew that Milton was also feeling very uneasy and nervous.

Hopefully, that pie-in-the-sky promise will fool these three people, and hopefully their company's cash flow will become even tighter.

This down-on-its-luck yet reputable PMC is a rare find once you miss it.

Flora walked up to Milton and extended her right hand again: "Your second offer is very tempting, but we have a small request... If you cannot fulfill the second promise on time, you will still have to pay a commission of $12 per month, is that alright?"

Milton breathed a sigh of relief: "It's been a pleasure working with you. Let's sign the contract. Did you bring the seals and everything? Let's print the documents at the nearby print shop." "Just a moment, I'll go get them..."

"..."

After working for more than half an hour, both parties finally signed and stamped the contract.

The employment contract is now officially effective.

After things were settled, Milton and Flora both breathed a sigh of relief.

They were both hoping to turn things around with this collaboration and didn't want the other to back out.

As it happened, Flora's team hadn't eaten either, so the four of them returned to the restaurant, ordered some food, and sat down at a table with Milton.

Flora glanced at the boring police commendation ceremony on TV, then immediately looked away and chatted, "By the way, during our time off, I hope you'll allow us to drink in moderation and engage in other healthy recreational activities. We also need to unwind."

Milton waved his hand: "What you do on your vacation is your own business and has nothing to do with me, as long as it doesn't affect our business."

At that moment, a police commendation ceremony was being broadcast on television, where the very nice police chief was giving a passionate speech on stage with his wife and daughter.

Brandon, who had been promoted to sheriff, stood to the side, occasionally stealing a glance at his impressive new rank, his face full of pride.

Looking all human but acting like a dog...

Milton watched the news, munching on a biscuit, while simultaneously making a disparaging remark about Brandon.

Flora swallowed a piece of orange chicken and mumbled, "Um... By the way, when we're working together, it's best to call each other by nicknames, it's easier and faster that way. I'm called 'Bottle,' I'm the dribbler; the strong one is called 'Poison,' I'm the marksman; and the tall one is called 'Anvil,' he's good at all kinds of support firepower, including artillery."

"Of course, we are all proficient in using many kinds of weapons, so we won't be so rigid in actual combat."

After introducing her people, Flora looked Milton up and down and smiled, "What's your name? Boss?"

Without even thinking, "Poison" replied, "What else could it be called? It's definitely 'tax collector'!"

When Milton heard this nickname, he almost tore up the contract he had just signed on the spot.

Why is everyone mentioning this awful nickname?
Milton emphasized, "I never called myself a 'hellish tax collector'."

"But everyone's nicknames weren't chosen by themselves, they were all given by others. And I think 'tax collector' is pretty good, it's cool!"

Milton intended to forcefully suppress this unhealthy trend by using his position as the boss: "I..."

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
Before he could finish speaking, a series of crisp explosions suddenly came from the television.

Milton and Flora's expressions changed drastically, and they turned around abruptly to look at the screen—they both recognized the sound of an AR-15 firing!
what's the situation? !

Wood chips flew from the podium, and the sheriff holding the microphone froze for half a second before instinctively turning his head away.

The next instant, a .223 Remington bullet shattered his skull, splattering brain matter and blood all over the faces of his wife and daughters behind him.

The gunfire continued, and before Brandon, who was standing at the back, could even get up, a cloud of blood burst from his left leg, and his clothes were torn apart by a tremendous force, quickly staining his chest red.

Brandon collapsed heavily into a pool of blood.

Then a chorus of terrified screams erupted from the scene, and the other officers finally reacted and raised their guns to fight back!
The television screen was a mess.

"..."

Wow!

Milton crushed the plate in his hand, stood up abruptly, and for the first time, extreme anger appeared on his face!
He had anticipated the possibility of an assassination attempt and arranged cover... but he never expected the assassination to be so ruthless, actually resulting in bloodshed at the awards ceremony on television!
Shooting! They actually dared to broadcast a shooting commendation ceremony live!

This is Guatemala, a country whose governance has failed even more than Mexico's and whose madness rivals that of Haiti?

Brandon...

Fan Kangbang, Director Pedro, Station Chief Varta...

Damn!

At this moment, Flora was the first to regain her composure. She realized that the police officer on TV had a connection with the employer, grabbed Milton's arm, and said, "'Tax collector,' calm down. The chest wound must have been caused by a bullet hitting something that shattered before hitting the officer, not a direct hit. He might not be dead yet."

Milton immediately calmed down.

Lutz is nearby; he should be able to arrive immediately and briefly protect the seriously injured Brandon from being killed by someone with ulterior motives.

If Brandon doesn't calm down and act quickly, he's really doomed!
Brandon mentioned before that there are illegal clinics in the black market of the old streets, and the doctors there are very skilled at treating gunshot wounds...

Milton walked out of the hotel with a grim face and gave the order: "Flora... 'Bottle' in my car; the other two in their own. Head to the police station, and be quick."

(End of this chapter)