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Chapter 56 "The Aftermath"

Before he could even exchange two sentences, Carlos never dreamed that he would be branded a "traitor."

A hint of fear finally appeared on Carlos's face, but he still refused to believe that Milton would actually dare to kill him.

This person only appears crazy, and everything he does seems big, but he maintains a basic level of restraint, making everyone unwilling to escalate things further. He's not truly insane.

"You are not a judge, you have no right to convict me!"

boom!
But in the time it took to say that one sentence, Milton fired again, crippling his other leg.

“I may not have the right to convict you, but I do right now,” Milton said earnestly. “You can’t only talk about rights when you have no power yourself.”

At the same time, Milton pointed his gun at Carlos's third leg.

The excruciating pain in his legs and the overwhelming fear of death finally brought Carlos to the face of reality.

"what!!!"

"I'll talk, I'll talk! Ask away!"

"The stationmaster's money and this week's customs duties are in a safe in the basement of his office. I don't know the combination, but you can definitely open it!"

Carlos impressed Milton as ruthless, a wolf in sheep's clothing, and somewhat like a soldier. He was said to have orchestrated the massacre of several Mexican and Guatemalan police officers, making him a cold-blooded butcher and a tough nut to crack.

The fact that he dared to talk back even when a gun was pointed at him made Milton prepared himself for torture, and even prepared that torture wouldn't yield any information.

It turned out that the butcher was a coward. When he realized that Milton could actually shoot, he immediately showed his true colors as someone who could only hit people but not be hit himself.

Before Milton could even ask, he actually revealed the information on his own initiative!
“Very good.” Milton nodded in satisfaction. “Now tell me, what did you do at the waste treatment plant, and why was there such a strong reaction before?”

Even if the enemy is temporarily insurmountable, we must first know who the enemy is.

Upon hearing the question, Carlos's expression changed drastically, clearly terrified by the answer.

boom!
In that moment of hesitation, Milton fired again, shattering his shoulder.

"The Sinaloa Cartel!!! They have their goods there. The Zapatista insurgents are fighting drugs, and no drug trafficker can completely control the freight route from Chiapas to Guatemala, so they're looking for locals to help! Damn it, do you even know what the Sinaloa Cartel is? Do you know Guzman? Do you know how many people you've almost killed?!"

"They even dared to kill the mayor! I've also heard that some drug dealers even dared to kill DEA agents!"

"The Fan Kang gang only gained the upper hand in their struggle against the Coco gang, which is why they were able to contact one of their minor leaders and work for him! Without this profit, the Fan Kang gang could not have defeated the Coco gang!"

As expected... Milton wasn't surprised at all.

It would be strange if there were no drugs in a region close to Mexico, especially since this area is a major transit route for various drug precursors from Central America to Mexico.

Fierce clashes broke out here between various groups, insurgents, and even government forces, all vying for control of this vital passage.

Exporting raw materials and importing drugs... the profits involved are enough to kill many, many people. Carlos was not lying.

It is indeed an enemy that we absolutely cannot afford to offend at present.

But Milton wasn't too afraid... First, the core forces of the Sinaloa Group weren't here, and with the rebels holding the line, there was nothing to fear for the time being; second, a small leader's proxy definitely didn't represent the entire Sinaloa Group.

The biggest direct threat now is actually the local government departments, which have been thoroughly corrupted by drug cartels.

Eradicating the Van Kang gang, controlling the checkpoints, eliminating all external forces in the town, and integrating a force entirely of their own... it's a long and arduous task. "It would have been better if you'd cooperated this early on," Milton scoffed. "Now, the next question—how much are you willing to pay to buy your life? No, how much fine do you think you need to pay to offset your treason?"

Carlos struggled to speak, "Why should I believe you'll let me go after you get the money?"

"Because you have no choice, just as you don't like giving others choices. Now, tell me where your cash is, your bank account, and your password."

Milton would keep the cash and other valuables for himself, while the dirty money that was directly transferred by the bank was given to Flora's team as their salary.

As offshore companies, they can accept large transfers from dubious sources and have ways to launder them.

"Then how will you verify the information I provided?"

At this moment, Carlos showed no trace of the domineering aura he once had as a leader, displaying only his weakness and pitifulness, begging only to save his life.

In fact, most of these gangs, and even the rulers of these bizarre little countries, can be summed up in one word: insects.

The so-called "godfathers" and "drug lords" are either a group of people who only know how to intimidate and bully the unarmed, or they are simply compradors.

What kind of tyrants are there?
Would a true hero or tyrant mingle in such a place, engaging in shady dealings like selling illegal drugs to pregnant women, selling opioid painkillers to children, and hanging the families of fallen police officers on traffic lights?
Milton replied, "You still have family. I'll dig them out one by one, kill them all, and hang them on traffic lights. You know I'll do that."

To deal with evil people, you have to use their methods.

Carlos, who had always been the one to say such things to others and was hearing it from someone else for the first time, immediately said, "I'll talk, I'll talk!"

“‘Poison,’ take a picture. ‘Wine bottle,’ write down what he said.”

"receive."

……

Minutes later, Milton got everything he wanted—including $15 in cash and valuables stored at the checkpoint, and a Citibank deposit certificate worth nearly $10.

Even if Carlos had cheated and the deposit slip information was fake, Milton wouldn't have cared much.

The loot alone, including the large truckload of medical supplies and medicines, was a huge haul.

This operation dealt an incalculable blow to the relationship between the checkpoint and Fan Kangbang.

The only thing binding them together was this truck. Now that the truck has been taken away, what's the point of their cooperation?
Even without a complete falling out, rebuilding trust and a foundation for deep cooperation will take a long time.

This means that the enemy is no longer united, which is a huge strategic victory!

Milton looked at Flora: "This deposit slip is yours, as your salary for this month. I don't care how you clean it; any extra or less is yours, any problem?"

With reliable channels, nearly 10 yuan of embezzled money can be laundered to around 6 yuan, which is much more than the previously agreed monthly salary, making it a win-win situation.

"Who wouldn't want to make more money?" Flora nodded. "No problem."

"Poison" was also very happy, but he didn't forget the important matter. He pointed to the three people on the ground and asked, "So, boss, what do you plan to do with these three people?"

Milton looked at Carlos upon hearing this.

(End of this chapter)