Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 49 First Aid
Milton's Land Rover Defender sped along the road, and after a dozen seconds, he asked, "Did you bring a first-aid kit?"

If he didn't bring it, he would immediately go to the control panel to change into a new set.

Flora gripped the roof railing with one hand while quickly checking her first-aid kit with the other.

"The tools are all intact... It's good that we always carry these things with us."

Indeed, it's professional; the higher price definitely has its advantages.

Milton glanced at the panel, confirming that the three were still counted as allies, before saying in a deep voice, "We're expected to arrive at the police station in 30 seconds. Protect me at all costs. Remember, at all costs."

"The wine bottle has been received."

The Wrangler following closely behind also responded via walkie-talkie: "'Poison' and 'Anvil' received."

Half a minute later, the two cars drove straight into the police station!

boom! boom!
Milton got out of the car and was met with a scene of utter chaos—a woman wailing over her husband's body, a bewildered girl, police officers running around frantically, and the piercing sound of sirens…

And Brandon lying in a pool of blood.

Lutz frantically tried to lift Brandon's injured leg and tightly wrap the bandage, but the bandage was clearly soaked with blood, so this only had a very limited effect in stopping the bleeding!

The bullet likely hit the femoral artery...

Milton had just taken a step forward when Chief Pedro suddenly stepped forward to block his way, giving a sinister laugh: "Mr. Milton... we are also very sorry that this happened. But don't worry, the murderer has been shot dead on the spot, and the 'heroes' will rest in peace in heaven."

"The police will investigate this matter and give the public an explanation."

"Anyone who dares to challenge the authority of the police, no matter who they are, will pay the price. What do you think?"

Pedro made no attempt to hide his malice and threats towards Milton, and even glanced at the sheriff's widow and daughter.

Clearly, it's not just the "hero" himself who will have to pay the price.

Anyone who dares to challenge him or cut off his source of income will die, even if they are "heroes" and their families! He even dares to openly silence witnesses and destroy evidence!
Others may fear him as the "tax collector of hell," but Pedro is not.

He has a million ways to strangle this ant-like tax official.

Today's meal is just an appetizer.

Seeing this, Flora immediately stepped forward, pushed Pedro aside, and warned in a deep voice, "Get out of the way!"

She was ready to draw her gun and fire at any moment.

Pedro took two steps back and sneered, "What, you dare to shoot at me? If you dare to shoot, it's a crime. Malacan... no, the whole country will not tolerate you."

Flora wouldn't back down: "So it seems you're eager to have 'they committed a crime' engraved on your tombstone?"

Pedro choked up: "You..."

Milton glanced calmly at Pedro and the officers behind him who were ready to flee at any moment, then continued walking forward until he stood in front of Brandon.

He didn't say a word, but with just a glance, the officers all scattered.

The title "Hell Tax Collector" may sound unpleasant, but it's incredibly intimidating.

He killed more than a dozen people from Fan Kang's gang the day before, and then bombed police cars in the street the next day... This kind of madman should be left to Pedro and his men to deal with. The low-level police officers who are paid meager salaries really don't want to fight to the death with this kind of person.

Milton reached Brandon without incident, quickly examined his wounds, and then his heart sank.

Femoral artery injury...open pneumothorax...I don't know how much blood was lost, or how many shrapnel fragments are embedded in the lungs!
The former is an immediate death, the latter is a slow death, both are deadly!

Milton opened the first-aid kit and quickly gave orders.

"The chest wound was accompanied by a 'sucking' sound during breathing, indicating an open pneumothorax."

"Do not touch any wounds, do not clean the wounds! Under no circumstances should dirt get into the wounds!"

"Monitor his breathing and heartbeat, be ready to perform artificial respiration and CPR at any time!" "Lift his legs, prioritize stopping the bleeding!"

A ruptured femoral artery means life is being lost in seconds!
Fortunately, Luz performed basic hemostasis, and fortunately, the femoral artery was not directly severed; otherwise, Brandon probably wouldn't have survived even 20 seconds!

But now the situation is very critical, as Brandon has shown obvious signs of hemorrhagic shock.

Brandon's lips were pale, his breathing rapid, and cold sweat poured from his forehead: "Boss... I, cough cough... am I going to die?"

"No, hold on, don't fall asleep."

Milton chatted with Brandon for a moment, then took out a spin-type tourniquet, wrapped it around the gunshot wound near the heart, and quickly rotated it according to the arrow on the tourniquet handle.

The tourniquet was tightened quickly.

Soon, the bleeding stopped completely.

Milton reached out and touched Brandon's distal artery to make sure the pulse had completely disappeared before inserting the winch into the locking clip.

"Get two wooden planks and use them to stabilize the thigh wound! Go find a door panel anywhere and use it as a stretcher! Quickly!"

The commotion had already attracted attention, and the Russian journalist named Olya rushed to the scene to start filming. It was no longer likely that the police would resort to underhanded tactics.

But since the enemy dared to plan a shooting once, there's no guarantee they won't do it a second time. So Milton must save Brandon's life as soon as possible and then evacuate from the enemy's stronghold!

Brandon spoke again, his breath coming in short gasps: "Boss... is my leg beyond saving?"

"I promise you'll stay awake. Don't fall asleep. If you do, talk to me."

Milton made up some nonsense while his gaze fell on Brandon's chest—Lutz only knew how to stop the bleeding, and hurriedly wrapped the wound with a bandage, which by accident managed to close the chest wall wound and complete the first aid.

When a person is healthy, the negative pressure in the pleural cavity can keep the lungs in an expanded state, allowing the person to breathe smoothly.

However, once outside air freely enters and exits the chest cavity through the wound, the negative pressure in the pleural cavity disappears, and the lungs will collapse due to their own elastic recoil, losing their gas exchange function, ultimately leading to hypoxia and respiratory failure!

Mediastinal shift can also affect the return of venous blood to the heart... Brandon had just suffered a massive hemorrhage, which only made matters worse.

Therefore, the wound must be sealed as soon as possible to allow breathing to resume.

However, if the lung is sealed for too long and the lung wound is not treated in time, it can lead to tension pneumothorax...

This crappy first aid kit doesn't even have pneumothorax patches!

Milton was completely baffled.

"Boss...am I...am I going to die? You, you give the compensation to my wife, my home is...where is my home again...you don't have to pay back the money you owe..."

Brandon was horribly pale and his body was ice-cold. Even though the bleeding had been successfully stopped, his condition was rapidly deteriorating—severe blood loss and severe lack of oxygen had almost robbed him of his ability to think and speak.

To be able to stay in a coma shows remarkable willpower.

Milton used a more professional technique to close Brandon's chest wound, and together with several teammates, carefully moved him onto the door panel.

"It's just a minor injury, you won't die, don't overthink it."

As they spoke, the men lifted Brandon into the back seat of the Land Rover Defender.

Milton then got into the back seat and said to Lutz, who was in the driver's seat, "Going to the hospital, drive carefully."

"Which hospital should we go to?"

“Go to the shady clinics in the old street black market!” Milton took a deep breath, trying to keep his tone from getting too emotional. “We just called that private clinic, do you think they'll take us in?”

As for public hospitals? Sending Brandon to a public hospital would be suicide.

Luz didn't say anything more, slammed on the gas pedal, and sped off down the old street.

(End of this chapter)