Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 59: What kind of good person could he be?

For Olya, there really wasn't much of a choice.

If she were the kind of naive person who insisted on so-called procedural justice without considering objective facts, she wouldn't have survived to this day.

She immediately agreed, saying, "You'll be able to see what you want to see in the most influential local afternoon paper today."

Milton took out his camera, leaned back in his chair, and said calmly, "I hope we'll have the opportunity to work together again."

This statement has completely different meanings in the ears of someone who is sincerely cooperating and someone who has ulterior motives.

"do not worry."

Olya picked up her camera, turned around and took a couple of steps, then suddenly turned back and said hesitantly, “I always have a feeling that you are different from the others… In my opinion, whether it’s Raul from Van Conn’s gang or Station Master Varta, they are all very low-level, but you are different from them, and you are different from everyone here.”

Milton raised his hand towards the doorway: "I'll take that as a compliment."

"have a good night."

After Olya hurriedly left the black market and got into her beat-up car, Milton called Lutz and Veronica over.

"Come with me, get in the car."

Luz opened the passenger door of the Defender: "Where are we going? Is there anything left to clean up?"

“Carlos has given us several locations where he has hidden money. Let’s search them thoroughly. The news will be out tonight, so if we don’t act quickly, someone else will get it. He has a manor not far from town where he keeps several women, and there should be a lot of money, jewelry, and other valuables there.”

During his confession, Carlos even brought up his women, which he considered valuable "things".

Both prosecutors, Luz and Veronica, were startled: "Carlos?"

Milton calmly announced, "He is dead."

"died……"

Luz struggled to process the news.

One night... no, just over two hours, while many were still asleep, this trusted subordinate of Varta was killed right there at the checkpoint?
Veronica went straight to the point: "Luz, tell me quietly what type of girl our boss likes. I can play any of those types. Does he like nurses?"

"At least keep your voice down!"

"..."

In the darkness, the car drove all the way to the outskirts of the town and arrived near the manor.

There were hardly any lights on along the way in the small town, but this remote manor was brightly lit, with several armed guards standing at the entrance.

However, upon seeing the approaching vehicle, the armed security guards scattered without a second glance.

There was only one Defender in the whole town, and everyone knew it belonged to Milton.

The security guards were terrified that if they were even a little slow, this mad tax official would blow them to bits.

Milton took over the manor more smoothly than expected, and soon surrounded the three-story luxury building.

As expected of a place that caters to women, they certainly spare no expense when it comes to ingredients.

The three men's intrusion followed a almost entirely standardized procedure—avoiding the doorway as much as possible, using stun grenades to avoid cutting corners whenever possible, and within three minutes, the entire room was thoroughly cleared. Aside from the three young, beautiful women in light pajamas, everyone else in the house had long since fled.

They may not have received news of Carlos's death, but since Milton dared to come to their door, running away was the right thing to do.

Thankfully, not everyone ran away!

Without someone to guide you, thoroughly searching this house and finding all the safes, whose whereabouts are unknown, won't be a quick task. Who knows if Carlos has a backup plan?

Milton glanced at the three women and said, "Tell me where the safe is. I've already asked Carlos. You'd better think twice before lying."

The woman in the very center looked miserable and pitiful, her voice trembling with tears: "In the master bedroom, I can take you there... Sir, can you let us go? We are victims too, you know, no one dares to disobey them."

As she spoke, tears streamed down her face, almost soaking her thin white nightgown, which offered no protection whatsoever.

Milton's gaze remained unwavering as he coldly stated, "Lead the way, take us there, and you open the safe. Remember, this is your money to save your lives."

If the roles were reversed, Milton would definitely plant a booby trap in the safe, killing whoever he could. Putting himself in the enemy's shoes, he would also assume that the enemy would do the same.

“No problem, you can have anything.” The woman in the middle trembled as she got up and pleaded, “It’s just that Carlos is dead, and we can’t all live. Can you take us with you? We’ll do anything.”

Beauty can be a winning combination, but it can't stand alone—if Carlos, their dependent, were to fall, it would be a devastating blow to them.

His pitiful expression and desolate, desperate tone were deeply moving, and both Luz and Veronica showed a hint of pity on their faces.

They were indeed in a very miserable state.

Milton's expression remained unwavering: "Before discussing terms, show sincerity first."

The woman remained silent for a moment, a hint of sorrow flashing in her eyes.

"Come with me, I'll take you there."

The three women huddled together and entered the master bedroom's walk-in closet. They opened the closet door and parted the clothes—indeed, a huge safe was hidden in the secret compartment.

But the woman in the middle secretly reached for the drawer below with her right hand.

She seemed to think that with the other two people providing cover and the safe diverting attention, her little actions would go unnoticed.

Bang bang bang!
The 81-bar shot out flames, and the snow-white veils of several women were instantly soaked in bright red. They only had time to pull open a drawer slightly before collapsing to the ground.

Milton kicked the body aside and glanced into the drawer; there was a lady's pocket pistol.

Lutz broke out in a cold sweat: "Boss, how did you find out? It seems like you were prepared all along?"

“First, the fact that they weren’t executed or imprisoned means they were considered ‘one of us.’ Think about what happened to Veronica,” Milton explained as he entered the code Carlos had given him. “Second, this woman is very clever, clever enough to instantly deduce that Carlos is dead.”

"She's just playing innocent! She did it willingly, she's Carlos's accomplice, she's an accomplice in all those tragedies." Milton glanced at the luxurious bedroom. "You two paupers actually sympathize with someone living in a mansion? Are you out of your minds?"

Veronica felt a little ashamed, but more than that, she was amazed: "...I, I just subconsciously projected myself into the situation and got blinded. Boss, aren't you being a little too rational and too calm?"

Milton waved his hand: "Alright, alright, let's do a quick looting and see how much we can get this time."

(End of this chapter)