Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 55 The Allure of Journalism

Upon hearing this, the prosecutors' faces first showed astonishment, and then deep fear.

"Wait! You..."

"Spare me, and I'll tell you where my money is..."

Bang bang bang!
Milton and his men responded with gunfire; bullets pierced the bodies of the three men, riddling them with holes in a second.

The three of them fell asleep immediately.

Flora emptied two-thirds of the magazine and, while performing a tactical reload, asked with a hint of sarcasm, "Does this disguise really work? Isn't this just fooling myself?"

This disguise is so cheap and the methods are so crude, it can't fool anyone at all.
Milton didn't reply. He strode into the warehouse and began rummaging through one of the storage areas—he remembered that there were quite a few cameras that had been seized at the checkpoint stored somewhere.

Milton quickly located the corresponding storage area and saw several dusty cameras.

Yes, I found a Kodak DCS 100 digital camera with a storage hard drive, so it works.

Only then did he speak: "You don't understand. What the truth is isn't important. What's important is how it should be reported. Do you understand what I mean?"

Take a picture of the bodies of the inspectors and members of Fan Kang's gang at the scene, then take a picture of the horrific scene, and immediately publish a report with journalistic artistry titled "Fan Kang Gang Attacks Checkpoint." That's enough.

Whether Fan Kang's gang attacked the checkpoint or not is not important. What is most important is to make everyone believe that Fan Kang's gang attacked the checkpoint, so that the checkpoint cannot clarify the situation.

It just so happens that I met a Russian journalist who seemed to be short of money before; maybe we could collaborate.

Even the checkpoint itself could only swallow its anger when it saw this rumor—Fan Kangbang's body and the prosecutor's body were dead together, so admitting the rumor was better than admitting that the checkpoint was colluding with the gang.

Flora walked out with a sigh and came to a bunker next to the garage: "Where did you learn all this... I always feel that your methods are so dirty. Aren't you supposed to be a 'righteous' tax officer?"

“The righteous tax collectors are already hanging on the traffic lights,” Milton said calmly, having also come behind the bunker. “So I’m here; they chose me.”

As for where I learned it... isn't that obvious? I learned it from you Western imperialist countries.

"Alright, alright!" Flora shook her head. "So, what's our strategy now? Should we just storm the garage? There are important supplies inside, should we try using stun grenades?"

“I’ll try to trick them into opening the door first,” Milton replied. “If that doesn’t work, then we’ll try to break in.”

There are no other entrances or exits to this garage, and it's not something that can be done quickly by breaking through the wall, so there's no fear of someone running out from somewhere else.

In reality, the inspector and Fan Kang's gang members inside the garage have most likely lost the will to resist.

However, we should still be cautious.

Milton raised his voice, facing the doorway:

“You people inside, you have 15 seconds to lay down your weapons and surrender, and then we can talk.”

"If you don't open the door, we'll shell it."

“You know we brought cannons, you know we can use them, and you know I’m not threatening you but stating a fact.”

"Timing begins."

After shouting, Milton lowered his voice, turned on the walkie-talkie and ordered, "If the other side does not surrender in 10 seconds, we will launch a full-scale attack immediately."

"receive."

There were medical trucks, equipment that Brandon could use, and stock that could solve drug shortages in pharmacies. How could Milton really blow it up with cannons?
However, the people inside were unaware of this.

After a countdown of seven or eight seconds, the garage door opened. A man in military uniform and two members of the Fan Kang gang retreated timidly from inside.

Milton and his two companions, who were hiding on the flank, suddenly pounced out and struck them on the back of the head several times with the butts of their rifles, while quickly dislocating their wrists and arms.

After confirming that the other party was completely unable to resist and that there was no one else in the garage, Milton dragged the men into the garage to prepare for interrogation.

As he turned the face of the inspector in military uniform, Milton suddenly felt that he looked somewhat familiar.

It seems... I've seen him at the checkpoint before!
I've seen him in the stationmaster Varta's office; he's one of Varta's confidants!
We actually caught such a big fish?!

"Mr. Carlos, it's been a long time."

Upon hearing the voice, Carlos turned his head sharply and tried to get a better look at Milton's covered face.

This truck deal was extremely important and highly profitable, and Carlos would reap significant benefits. That's why he didn't attend the celebration banquet but instead took charge of overseeing this secret handover.

Who knew that the checkpoint would be attacked right after the handover began!

The enemy actually dared to bring artillery to bomb the checkpoint!

Carlos had previously speculated that perhaps the remnants of the Coco Gang had completely gone mad and were carrying out a final act of revenge against the Van Con Gang and the checkpoint.

The problem is that although the station chief's troops were transferred away from the checkpoint, the remaining garrison still has considerable strength. They have machine guns and rocket launchers, and they have occupied the stronghold. How can they take it without more than 20 people and strong firepower?

For the scattered gang members, weapons could either serve as a trump card to continue their rampage in other areas, or they could be sold for money.

It's impossible for a gang, an organization with such poor cohesion, to have so many people willing to die alongside it after its collapse.

But now, a terrifying and humiliating possibility, one that Carlos never dared to even consider, suddenly emerged.

Milton?!

"Are you fucking insane? Do you know what you're doing? Let me go! That's an order, you're asking for it!"

"Without me and the stationmaster, you have no right to stand here and talk to me! And you dare to point a gun at me?"

"Let me go, do you hear me?"

Carlos, who had finally learned how to be a "gentleman," now had a ferocious expression on his face, revealing his true colors.

He was one of the owners of the checkpoint, yet he was treated so humiliatingly by a stray dog ​​from outside, begging for food.

Carlos was completely unable to accept that he had actually been hit by a dish on the table!
boom!
Milton responded by firing a 7.62mm bullet into Carlos's knee.

For carbon-based creatures who are unaware of the situation, bullets and rifles are the best calming agents.

Carlos seemed completely taken aback that Milton would actually dare to shoot his superior. He stood there dumbfounded for a while before a pig-like scream finally escaped his throat.

"Ah—woo..."

Milton stomped on his head, forcing his groans back into his stomach.

“Carlos, you are currently engaged in illegal cross-border transactions with an illegal organization, betraying the interests of the checkpoint, and are suspected of treason. The evidence is conclusive. I am the head of the checkpoint's investigation department and have the right to use all means to protect the legitimate interests of the checkpoint.”

"From now on, I will ask, and you will answer. Any unnecessary actions or words will be considered resistance to law enforcement; from the moment you hear the above declaration, you tacitly agree, otherwise it will be considered resistance to law enforcement and suspected treason, do you understand?"

(End of this chapter)