Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 5 Within Seven Steps, the Gun Was Fast and Accurate
Mexico.

At this moment, the checkpoint chief, Varta, was sitting in the back seat of the M1114 Humvee multi-purpose vehicle, admiring the beautiful scenery outside the window through the thick bulletproof glass.

Beside him, the officer who had led the way asked very humbly, "Sir, aren't we supposed to be negotiating with Van Kang's gang? Why are we still checking their goods? Why not take this opportunity to eliminate Milton?"

“When doing things, you must use your brain first. We live in a civilized society and are civilized people. If all you can do is shoot, you won’t live long.” Varta pointed to his brain and said cheerfully, “Dear Mr. Carlos Ruhr.”

Varta waved his hand, and Carlos quickly opened the center console, took out a bottle of champagne, poured it out, and at the same time took out a cigar, lit it, and respectfully handed it to Varta.

The stationmaster took a sip of wine and a puff of cigarette, and only after the entire vehicle was filled with the aroma of wine and smoke did he slowly speak.

"You're so short-sighted that you only see Milton, who's getting you rich, but you haven't seen the danger that Maynard's collusion with Van Conn has brought. He's developed his own armed forces, which is a huge threat to me and to the checkpoint."

"So I want to destroy this threat, and that's what I'm doing."

“Ever since the Van Conn gang’s goods were seized last time, the trust between the Van Conn gang and Maynard has been on the verge of collapse… The goods are held by me, and as long as I don’t give in, the conflict between Maynard and the Van Conn gang will only escalate.”

“But if the Fan Kang gang wants to continue making money, they can’t stop shipping things here. They can only find outlaws from outside or poor guys from the north to help them distribute the goods. These peripheral members are completely expendable. The Fan Kang gang will not bribe any prosecutors for their lives.”

“At this point, I will have Van Conn’s car move to Milton’s location again and have their cargo inspected once more. This will not only make them completely lose faith in Maynard’s abilities and turn to me for help, but also cut off any possibility of reconciliation between Milton and Van Conn.”

“A Milton who knows nothing, has no power, and has offended countless colleagues is far more useful alive than dead.”

"do you understand?"

At this point, Carlos understood.

He took a breath and then murmured, "And the Van Cong gang can only come to you if they want their goods back... Maynard's network of connections, built up over so long, is all yours now! So that's how it is!"

Pretend you know nothing at first, and let Prosecutor Maynard take huge risks to develop relationships with armed gangs. Once you're sure there are no risks and the benefits are big enough, then take over!

No profit at all!

Thus, both Maynard, who had fallen out with Van Conn, and Van Conn, who needed to transport contraband across the border and urgently needed to retrieve their seized goods, had no choice but to seek Varta's help!

The station manager's target was never Maynard or the huge network of interests behind him.

As for Milton?
Who would really care about a mere Milton?

Varta swirled the drink in his glass: "And I've got Milton as another 'bargain chip'... When we get there, let's see how much our new friend is willing to pay for this bargaining chip."

This knife is useful, but after it's used up, the garbage disposal plant will be its final destination.

Of course, it should be handled gracefully, and things shouldn't be made too ugly.

……

"Goods from Fan Kangbang?!"

how can that be possible? !

After a moment of bewilderment, Milton felt a chill run down his spine.

Whenever this word appears with oneself, it's hard to believe it's a coincidence.

Milton forced himself to calm down, pointed the gun at the smuggler, Old Mexican, and quickly went through the whole incident in his mind.

Why did Fan Kangbang's car end up at his inspection station?

Even if the huge loss last time didn't completely break ties between Van Conn and Maynard, their car shouldn't be in their position anymore.

Someone must have deliberately orchestrated this inspection, intentionally trying to have Milton seize the goods belonging to Van Kang.

Anyone with a brain knows who this person is.

Station Master! Varta!

He's escalating the conflict!
Although we don't know in what form or by what means... one thing is certain: the stationmaster is about to use Fan Kang's gang to take action against him in the near future.

Fortunately, Milton's raid was somewhat driven by personal emotions; a good beating made the smuggler confess everything. Otherwise, following normal procedures, he would likely not have received this information and would still be kept in the dark.

The final result was that he died in an "accident".

Milton gave the smuggler another whack with the butt of his gun, drew his knife from his waist, and walked to the passenger seat, muttering to himself, "This is Varta's only weakness..."

No, that's not right.

This is not a flaw at all... Varta doesn't care whether Milton knows about this news or not, otherwise why would she let Milton chase after her so easily?
So what if I know?
It's simply a matter of being killed in ignorance versus being killed in despair.

Milton is all alone; what kind of trouble can he possibly cause?
Damn it... that beast Varta deliberately provoked conflict between Van Kang's gang and me; it's a sure sign that he's about to make a move!

We need to find a solution quickly!
Take this Mexican's money and see what you can exchange it for to save your life. We can't wait any longer!

……

Just as Milton went to the passenger seat to secure the evidence, the smuggler lying on the ground gritted his teeth, rolled half a circle, and looked at Milton with despair as he took out the packet of smuggled drugs.

It's over...it's all over...

Fan Kangbang will not let him off the hook... This debt will be considered usury, and he will have no chance of recovering unless he pays back four or five times the amount.

Then he saw the fruit knife lying on the ground, scattered from the fruit stand.

Old Mo's eyes lit up.

That damn inspector wasn't wearing any protective gear...

If we kill him and get in the car, we'll still have a chance to escape.

His face hardened, he reached for the fruit knife, and in the moments before Milton returned, he turned around and shoved the knife under his body.

Milton, preoccupied, didn't notice this small detail and simply said, "The evidence is conclusive. You smuggled unlicensed medical supplies. Based on the value of the medicines, you should pay 20000 ghats... approximately $2500 in taxes."

"With the 200% penalty, you should pay a total of $7500 in debt."

After filling out the ticket, Milton asked with a touch of dark humor, "Cash or card? Visa or Mastercard?"

Fuck you, Visa...

As Milton slung his rifle over his waist and took out a ticket from his pocket to fill out the form, Old Mexican was already plotting how to deal with Milton.

He feigned pain but cooperated, pleading, "Sir... could you please show me the ticket?"

Milton nodded: "See? Don't try anything funny."

As Milton approached step by step, a hint of smugness flashed in Old Mo's eyes.

He was already planning his next tactics and mentally constructing the next scenario.

When Milton got within seven paces, he suddenly attacked, first slashing Milton's right wrist to prevent him from reaching the pistol...

Then attack the chest... no, the neck, where it's more vulnerable and easier to stab.

To avoid any unforeseen circumstances, Lao Mo even made a simple contingency plan in his mind—

If the second step doesn't go smoothly, then go steal Milton's gun.

Milton, with his right hand injured, definitely can't beat me.

Once Milton is dealt with, I'll search his belongings, get in the car, and escape. No one can catch me, and I might even make a small fortune!
coming!

The dog poop inspector is getting closer!
Seven steps... five steps...

Three steps...

(End of this chapter)