Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 58 Multiple choice questions

The equipment you requested... I've brought it to you...

As a doctor, he was certainly educated and had read books, but when Milton said that sentence to him, he could understand every single word, but he didn't quite understand what it meant when put together.

How long has it been? Did these people really rob the hospital?!

Behind Milton, several people hurriedly unloaded the portable X-ray machine from the truck.

“We still have radioactive element supplies; we can use them directly.” Milton stepped back slightly. “Do you know how to use them?”

"If I had to say, I wouldn't, but it's not hard to learn." The doctor took a breath and didn't ask how these blood-covered, murderous-looking men got their hands on this equipment. "I'll learn it in a minute."

Milton glanced at his assistants still busy in the operating room, and at the shrapnel fragments being removed from the metal tray, and asked, "How confident are you now that you can complete the surgery?"

"One hundred percent." The doctor replied without hesitation. "By the way, can I keep this machine? I won't charge you for the surgery, and I can perform any surgery you need for free in the future."

Milton chuckled. "The surgery fees can't afford this machine."

Distribution channels are always the most expensive!

The doctor paused for a moment, then gave an apologetic look: "I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with the market price."

He then walked to the clinic's makeshift fire extinguisher compartment, moved the fire extinguisher and water hose aside, pulled out a safe, and started taking things out of the safe.

Dollars, pesos, ghats... and even some gold jewelry, a whole bunch of odds and ends.

"We still need some money to keep the clinic running," the doctor said sincerely. "The rest is all here, it should be enough. Do you want to sell it? I still won't charge you for the surgery."

He didn't use moral blackmail like "this machine can save many people," he just gave all he could.

Regardless of the amount of money, this sincere gesture touched Milton to some extent.

“Perhaps we have another way of making a deal.” Milton didn’t look at the money. “Join my team, and you’ll get security, free access to this machine, and free access to many medical devices and medicines—you’ll only need to focus on treating patients, and the team will take care of everything else. How about it?”

The doctor glanced at the machine beside him, then at the goods being urgently shipped out, a flicker of hesitation crossing his eyes.

However, he quickly shook his head with a wry smile and refused: "Forget it... If I join you, many people may not dare to come to me for treatment. I really hope to maintain our friendship, but I really can't join you."

Milton didn't press the issue, and simply took the money from the doctor: "Then let's make the first deal. As for 'safety,' as long as you pay your taxes on time, I'll guarantee your safety."

The doctor hesitated, "Well, a lot of my equipment is smuggled..."

Even the radioactive consumables for the X-ray machine on hand were something this illegal clinic could never obtain through legitimate channels.

"I don't care whether the goods are legal or not, as long as the taxes are paid." Milton glanced at the operating room. "Alright, go and have the surgery. Don't waste any more time."

"No wonder he's called the tax collector of hell."

The doctor was in a good mood after receiving the new equipment. He carefully wiped and disinfected the machine as if it were a toy, and then joked, "I thought you would have urged me to do this a long time ago."

Previously, a group of people of dubious origin also sought him out for surgery; it was a situation where even a joke could get you a gun pointed at you.

“I’d rather see the doctor looking relaxed than serious,” Milton said. “At least it means the surgery didn’t fail.”

The doctor nodded in agreement: "The injured person will definitely survive, but whether there will be any aftereffects depends on God's will... Well, at least from the current situation, after a month of postoperative care, he should be able to move around just like before, and there shouldn't be any major aftereffects." "Come back tomorrow afternoon, and I'll do some more tests then. If everything is fine, he can be discharged."

……

Milton left the shady clinic, while Flora and the other two remained waiting outside.

"Boss, we've finished moving everything. What are you going to do with the truck?"

Milton glanced at the time and said, "Just find a place near the Van Conn gang's properties, drive over and burn it down."

If you've already pinned the blame on someone, then you might as well go all the way.

"Okay, let's go right away."

After watching Flora and the others leave, Milton looked at Lutz, who was looking worried.

"Luz, is there something you need?"

"Uh, boss... is Brandon alright?"

“There are basically no problems.” Milton patted him on the shoulder. “By the way, help me find Olya tomorrow, you know, that Russian journalist. I need to talk to her about a collaboration.”

“She’s around here.” Luz paused for a moment, then said, “Aurelia tried to take pictures earlier, but we stopped her. She’s probably wandering around our pharmacy area now.”

“She’s definitely a fearless Nikon user.” Milton nodded. “That’s perfect. Take her into the pharmacy; I need to discuss something with her.”

……

Three minutes later, Olya, a blonde beauty carrying a Nikon camera, arrived at the pharmacy's restaurant, panting.

Olya was clearly excited: "Mr. Milton, you were looking for me?"

“A woman, wandering around in this area late at night without getting into trouble, that’s pretty impressive.” Milton sized up the woman in front of him, who had a great figure and face, and nodded. “Tell me first, what are you looking for by wandering around this area?”

Olya didn't hide anything: "The shooting at the police station this afternoon has almost alarmed half the province. How could I miss such a report? ... It just so happens that your people were also involved, so I wanted to come and interview them, such as about the current condition of the officers involved."

"Um... could you provide me with some exclusive information? Or is there anything I can help you with?"

Milton tapped the table: "Forget about the police station shooting, something more important happened tonight."

Olya remembered the rumbling sound she had heard from the checkpoint not long ago, and instantly perked up, her chest puffing out slightly: "What is it?"

Milton stared into Olya's blue eyes and said, word by word, "Just now, Van Conn orchestrated an armed attack on the checkpoint, killing many inspectors and looting a batch of important supplies."

Fan Kangbang's armed gang attacked the checkpoint and robbed a batch of important supplies...

Many prosecutors also sacrificed their lives!

Aurelia was momentarily stunned, then focused her gaze on the bloodstains on Milton's clothes. After careful consideration, she asked, "If I may ask... was it really Van Cameron who attacked the checkpoint?"

“Either you get the photos and you write the article,” Milton calmly replied, “or you see someone else’s article in the paper tomorrow, the same one. Choose.”

P.S.: The readership data in the next few days is extremely important. I implore all readers not to hold the book indefinitely before Tuesday. Once it's released, there will be a massive update and I will be very grateful!
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