Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 54 Dark Psychology

"'Anvil' received, prepare for shelling."

In fact, it's impossible that "Anvil" didn't think of a shelling plan; it's just that the mortar belonged to the employer, not them.

Previously, when I was working on a contract, a similar issue led to a dispute that almost resulted in a major disaster.

So even if Milton had given them both mortars and M24s, they would still first consider using the cheaper M24s to solve their predicament.

Now that Milton has spoken, there's nothing to hold back.

As for why they didn't shell earlier, the reason is simple—they only had one cannon, which couldn't form a fire network. Mortars aren't 500kg aerial bombs, and randomly bombing without knowing the enemy's location wouldn't be very effective except to alert the enemy.

"Northeast wind, wind speed 4.1 m/s, crosswind correction... humidity is approximately 67%, sound speed correction factor reduced... target straight-line distance 310 meters, but due to the 12-meter elevation difference, it needs to be converted to... elevation angle mils..."

Milton nodded slightly.

This is the advantage of an experienced player. If it were someone else, even with a shooting table, it would take a very long time to calibrate, and it would be impossible to complete the aiming within 10 seconds.

Milton listened to the rapid-fire voice coming from the walkie-talkie and said, "Fire once calibration is complete."

"Target number 1, sights... direction... 10 rounds rapid fire, load, fire."

Pass!
Three seconds later, an M720 high-explosive shell fell from the sky and landed precisely on the target area. The terrifying explosion created a ball of charred red fire that instantly engulfed three enemies.

Boom!

The gunfire from the enemy position suddenly stopped!

The violent shaking and impact shattered most of the surrounding windows and glassware. Milton leaned forward slightly, shook the shards of glass off his face, and looked out the window from a safe angle—

Soon, another shell landed, this time landing slightly behind, covering the enemy's possible retreat route.

Next are the roads on the flanks, rooms where enemies might still be present, and the risky areas that "Anvil" deems dangerous...

The intense shelling lasted for a full 10 rounds before it stopped!

The position, which had just barely managed to organize a counterattack, was turned into a sea of ​​fire in an instant, with half-charred corpses and shattered parts of weapons scattered everywhere.

You are as ridiculous as your bunker.

"No enemy personnel were observed."

"Take the position!"

Upon hearing the observer's report, Milton, without hesitation, braved the sweltering heat, grabbed his gun, jumped out of the window, and charged forward toward the last advantageous cover.

We must seize the position first during the brief lull after the shelling!
The three men moved very quickly; in less than 10 seconds, they had already occupied the stationmaster's office and a storage room.

The bunker was blown to pieces, and many corpses lay on the ground. Some had their lower bodies blown off and cut in two; others lay silently on the ground, looking as if they had been shot and killed.

Milton did not hesitate to fire follow-up shots at everyone to prevent anyone from feigning death.

"The battle is not over yet. 'Poison', cover the flanks. We cannot completely ignore the possibility of Maynard taking a sniper shot. 'Bottle', push forward with me and clear out the enemies in the warehouse. Move out."

"Roger that!"

However, Milton, prepared for a fierce battle, and Flora cleared several bunkers before finding no enemies.

There were three people huddled in a corner of the warehouse, curled up in a ball, shivering.

The enemy has already given up resistance? They clearly still have enough depth...

Hearing footsteps behind them, the three men immediately raised their hands and cried out in fear, "We surrender! Sir, please tell your men to stop firing! We will not resist!"

There was an RPG-7 rocket launcher and several automatic rifles at their feet, indicating that they still had some ability to resist.

The continuous fall of their teammates and the constant artillery fire shattered the morale of the prosecutors, who desperately chose to lay down their weapons and surrender.

Anyone who frequently goes to the battlefield knows that being bombarded unilaterally has an extremely heavy impact on morale.

The sheer deafening roar of the cannons was enough to deter most of them from even lifting their heads. The despair and helplessness they felt when facing artillery fire, the only recourse being to pray that the shells wouldn't fall on their heads, shattered the last vestiges of their fighting spirit.

The shelling only lasted for a little over ten seconds, but the inspectors felt as if they had endured a long ten minutes.

Moreover, the prosecutors believed the other side had at least 10 people, while their own side already had very few dead.

"Where are the others?" Milton was slightly taken aback, not expecting the battle to end so quickly and the enemy's will to resist so weak, but he quickly regained control of his "colleagues." "Did they all run away?"

“They’re all dead, except for the ones in the garage…” An inspector’s hands trembled as he spoke, then he suddenly realized the voice sounded familiar. “Wait, you, you are… Milton?!”

Milton?!

The other two trembling prosecutors on the ground also turned their heads in astonishment.

This "legendary" colleague, who offended Maynard, Van Cong, and the station chief, had long been a topic of conversation for many prosecutors before they went to bed.

There was even a betting pool on the site where people were betting that Milton would be taken down within a few days, and many people participated in this betting.

Most people originally thought that Milton would die tragically on the street within a week.

But after they heard the story of Milton openly firing at a police car on the highway, the option of Milton being eliminated within 3 days suddenly became popular in the betting market, and the odds plummeted!
Yes, even after hearing Milton's story, no one at the checkpoint really took him seriously.

There are too many of these so-called ruthless people. Several come every year, and they come and go in waves. Which one of them wasn't ambitious in life? Which one didn't do something sensational?
In Mexico, some people even dare to bomb police stations; what's a police car compared to that?

In the end, it didn't even make a ripple.

It's just that the police in Guatemala are inexperienced.

But who would have thought that just one day later, this colleague would actually come and bomb them!

When the shells landed on their heads, and they watched helplessly as their colleagues, who had been laughing and joking just minutes before, were blown to pieces, they finally realized how terrifying Milton's nickname, "Hell Tax Collector," truly was!
Upon seeing his "colleague," the prosecutor, who was lying on the ground, seemed to see a glimmer of hope and shouted, "Milton, Milton! It's me, Hahn! Long time no see! Do you remember me? We used to... I, uh... we..."

He tried to get closer to Milton, but halfway through his sentence, he realized that he and Milton didn't seem to have anything to get close to.

Flora watched this scene and said sarcastically, "Why not say that you and Milton are half-brothers, that would make it easier to get close to him?"

"Yes! That's right, me and..."

Milton kicked him, interrupting his nonsense, and said, "What's in the garage? Hurry up and finish."

The inspector stumbled from the kick, his face contorting for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure and said with a forced smile, "Milton, you guys should leave now. Take my advice and don't go in. Fan Kang's gang is processing the paperwork and plans to take that truck you impounded away tonight..."

"Brother, you really can't mess with people you shouldn't be messing with anymore. Listen to me! Just leave, and I promise I won't tell anyone you were here tonight, okay? You know, I can also put in a good word for you with the station manager..."

Fan Kangbang is going to drive the medical truck away? Raul has indeed completely colluded with the stationmaster.

Milton listened to his colleague ramble on and on, then suddenly nodded and said, "Okay, let's go."

"Remember, I've left the checkpoint and returned to town."

Milton stepped forward, dislocated the arms of several of his colleagues, shattered their kneecaps, picked up the weapons from the ground, waved his hand, and took the bewildered Flora and "Poison" away.

But Milton did not leave the checkpoint; instead, he turned and went into a nearby storage room.

Flora was a little confused: "Uh, 'tax collector,' what's this?"

“I detained a few of Fan Kang’s gang members before, including their clothes and belongings, which I remember were kept here.” Milton strode forward, smashed open a cabinet, and pulled out three sets of clothes. “Grab some things, put on these clothes, and cover your face.”

Flora paused for a moment, then suddenly realized what was going on and immediately imitated Milton's actions, making a disguise that was not really a disguise at all.

With everything ready, Milton led the group back to the warehouse.

At that moment, in the warehouse, the colleague who had fallen to the ground was baring his teeth, trying to put his arm back in place, while cursing under his breath.

Seeing Milton and his two companions return, he was taken aback: "Didn't you leave?"

Milton, straining his voice, roared, "Dare to seize our Van Kang Gang's goods? Brothers, kill them! Let these inspectors know what happens when they offend our Van Kang Gang!"

(End of this chapter)