Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 57 Retreat!

Carlos felt a chill run down his spine from Milton's gaze and immediately shouted, "You just promised me! You said you wouldn't kill me!"

Carlos just handed over most of his possessions in exchange for his life.

After this incident, the stationmaster will definitely no longer trust him. He has lost his value—no one will care about the life of a worthless person, just as no one will care about the death of him.

Carlos believed that his life or death was no longer of any importance to Milton.

Moreover, after this incident, he and Milton were no longer enemies in fact. They could cooperate to plan for more benefits, and he could even help Milton plan checkpoints.

Before today, Carlos thought Milton was just an ant that could be easily crushed, but after today, he suddenly felt that Milton might be able to take over the checkpoint and become the new stationmaster.

Being Milton's subordinate is not bad... He only wants to be the stationmaster's subordinate and doesn't care who the stationmaster is.

Milton pulled out his M29 revolver, pushed out the magazine, took out four bullets, and said, "I'm a man of my word. I promised not to kill you, and I won't."

Hearing this assurance, Carlos's tone finally eased a little. He sighed, shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "Then, could you help me bandage this?"

"Or take me to the hospital..."

Halfway through his sentence, Carlos suddenly felt something was amiss.

Milton ignored him and instead walked over to the two Van Conn gang members, throwing his M29, which only had two bullets left, onto the ground.

"I'm giving all of you a chance."

One gun, two bullets, three people.

The atmosphere at the scene froze completely.

The meaning is quite clear—whoever gets that gun will survive.

As for fighting back with guns, none of them dared to do it... Didn't they see those three automatic rifles pointed at them?
One of Fan Kang's gang members finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked in a trembling voice, "Could you... be more specific?"

Milton chuckled and retorted, "When your boss, Raul, gave you the order to kill me, was he very specific?"

While the gang members were still hesitating, Carlos, upon hearing this, dragged his crippled legs and lunged at the pistol first!

He doesn't want to die!

However, able-bodied people are obviously faster.

One of the gang members grabbed the pistol first and pointed it at his colleague.

The man being targeted cried out in fear, "Wait! We're brothers! Don't you remember? I brought you along..."

boom!
The gun was turned around and aimed at Carlos.

Carlos felt the approach of death acutely. He dragged his body, crawling erratically on the ground, then looked up at Milton, his eyes bloodshot: "You can't kill me, Milton, you promised..."

boom!
The last bullet was fired, ending Carlos's incessant chatter.

After dealing with the two who had just been enjoying a pleasant meal and drinks, he turned around in fear and looked at Milton, worried that this terrifying "hellish tax collector" might go back on his word.

Milton ignored the three men who were behaving so disgracefully, went to the back of the truck, opened the tailgate, and briefly scanned the cargo inside with the panel.

The most important X-ray machine and its accessories are all inside, along with a blood analyzer, a benchtop centrifuge, a defibrillator...

There are also enough medicines for pharmacies to last a long time.

They all appear to be medical supplies, but upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that these items are actually intended for drug trafficking and experimentation.

Smuggling a few medicines is hardly as lucrative as joining the Sinaloa Group's profit chain.
The Soviet Union had a very advanced medical system. After its collapse, various assets were sold off at low prices. These goods had low paper value, but the channels for obtaining them were not simple.

The reason Fan Kang's gang values ​​these so-called medical supplies so much is because they are related to their new business—these goods are not even something a small gang like theirs would use regularly, and they probably involve other people in the chain of interests, such as hospitals.

Milton loaded the captured RPG-7 and several armor-piercing rounds into the cargo box, sat in the passenger seat, and asked, "Have all the photos been taken?" "Yes, they have."

"No problem, get in the car, we're leaving. 'Poison,' you go to the cargo box, 'Bottle,' drive."

Of course, Milton didn't forget to retrieve his M29 from the surviving gang members.

Flora got into the driver's seat, started the engine, and casually asked, "You really let that person go? That's not like you."

Milton chuckled and retorted, "Who am I?"

“Uh…” Flora scratched her head. “You’re Milton? You’re the ‘Hell Tax Collector’?”

“Wrong, tonight I’m a member of the Van Conn gang.” Milton chuckled. “The Van Conn gang member who attacked the checkpoint.”

Flora was taken aback at first, then exclaimed in surprise: "Hiss, you mean..."

Suddenly, intense gunfire erupted from behind the truck!

And the somewhat exaggerated, overly theatrical shouts:
"My God, it's Fan Kang's gang! They've attacked the checkpoint!"

"Brothers, fight back! Let's show these gangsters what we're made of!"

"Oh no, Mr. Carlos has been killed... Avenge him!"

"..."

Milton wasn't the only one trying to sabotage the cooperation between the stationmaster and Van Conn; Maynard, who had been tricked, was also among those who wanted to do so!
The truck sped out of the checkpoint, picked up "Anvil" and his equipment, and continued racing toward the town of Malakhan.

Flora shook her head: "Impressive! To be honest, when we first met, I thought you were the kind of person who would follow the rules and take Carlos to court."

"The courtroom is full of their people. Sending him to court is less effective than sending him to meet God."

Flora's thoughts were racing, and she asked with some surprise, "You actually believe in God?"

"Yes, I not only believe in God, but I also have evidence that God is black."

Flora was even more surprised: "What evidence?!"

Milton said expressionlessly, "Because everyone calls God Father, but God's children have never seen God." (Note 1)

"...Holy crap."

Flora gave a look that suggested she wanted to laugh but couldn't: "Damn it... I think you really deserve to go to hell, tax collector."

"Hahahahaha!"

The atmosphere on the bus immediately became relaxed and pleasant.

After chatting for a while, they arrived at the parking spot they had previously visited.

Milton got out of the car, got into his Land Rover Defender, and continued leading the convoy at breakneck speed, quickly returning to the black market in the old streets and arriving at the entrance of the illegal clinic.

At this point, only two hours had passed since they set off from here.

Milton jumped out of the car, told Lutz and the others to help move the equipment, and then went into the clinic and knocked on the operating room door.

The doctor came out and looked at him with a puzzled expression: "What's wrong... uh, why are you covered in so much blood?"

Didn't you say you were going to get some equipment? How come you're back so soon?
"I've brought you the equipment you requested."

Note 1: Because many Black children were abandoned by their fathers before they were even born.

(End of this chapter)