Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 6 You Also Need to Pay Taxes

Three steps!

Just one more step forward, just one more step...

However, at that moment, a weak girl's voice suddenly came from behind Lao Mo.

"Prosecutor, he has a knife! Watch out!"

Damn it, you bitch... I'll play you to death, dismember you, and mail you to your family later!

Without thinking twice, the Mexican man drew his fruit knife and lunged at Milton.

Then he saw a pair of extremely calm eyes.

And a dark, gaping gun muzzle.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
Milton moved a split second faster than the girl's voice!
Milton reached for his pistol the moment he noticed one of the smuggler's hands was out of his sight, without needing anyone to remind him.

Within two seconds, the M29 fired all six .44 Magnum rounds in its magazine!
The smell of gunpowder burning intensely permeated the streets.

Old Mo felt as if he had been bitten by mosquitoes a few times, then his consciousness quickly faded, his vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground.

died.

Along with the long string of knife battle scenes he had just imagined, they were sent away at the speed of light.

He proved with his life that even three steps could not stop a gun.

Milton flung out the magazine, discarded the spent cartridges, and as he reloaded, glanced back at the spot where the sound had just come from.

A thin young girl and a weathered man in his forties looked like a fruit stand owner and his daughter.

Although the reminder didn't do much good, Milton still expressed his gratitude with his eyes and nodded.

What a good citizen!

It was just bad luck; I was selling fruit when a truck overturned everything.

Milton sighed, loaded the bullets, pressed the hammer, glanced around, and began licking the bag of the corpse beneath him.

With cars providing cover in blind spots and the terrain in front open, there shouldn't be any chance of being ambushed.

"Damn, this Mexican has quite a bit of cash on him, over $120! And a pack of cigarettes, uh, that pack of cigarettes should have gone through legal procedures... Never mind, whatever, confiscate it all!"

"I have quite a few trinkets; I should be able to exchange them for some money."

"He has a gold tooth in his mouth?! Hmm, could he be carrying something big inside? Well, probably not, if it's not showing up on the panel, then it's not there..."

“This amount of money is not enough to pay the fine, so I will have to legally impound your car as collateral, sir… um, sir Mexican.”

The total amount of cash was $123.21, 1.5 grams of gold, items worth approximately $20, a packet of illegal drugs, and an old but not severely damaged Toyota SR5 pickup truck.

Oh, and there's a fruit knife too, perfect for prying that gold tooth off.

Great harvest!

At least you own a car. You can take it to a repair shop to replace the glass, pay for a local license plate, and it won't affect your driving at all.

Having your own car makes many things much more convenient.

swoosh...

Just as Milton was taking stock of his gains, a small, thin figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Accompanied by soft footsteps!

Ok? !

Someone's approaching?!

Having experienced American-style iaido, Milton didn't hesitate. The moment he saw the shadow, he took a half step back and completed the action of drawing his gun and aiming.

With just a flick of his index finger, he could pull the trigger and have the hammer-fired pistol riddle any carbon-based creature in front of him with bullets!

A revolver can be fired without pressing the hammer, but the trigger needs to be pulled all the way down. However, if the hammer is pressed manually beforehand, only a light touch of the trigger is needed to fire, saving some firing time.

This brief moment may be the boundary between life and death.

"Prosecutor..."

Upon hearing the voice, Milton realized that it was the daughter of the unfortunate fruit stand owner.

The fifteen- or sixteen-year-old girl looked at the gruesome corpse on the ground, the blood everywhere, the man who had caused all this, and the pistol in his hand, and an uncontrollable fear flashed in her eyes.

Out of the corner of her eye, she very carefully glanced at the large bag of illegal drugs at Milton's feet, then quickly looked away and asked in a trembling voice, "Officer, that fruit knife is ours. Can I...can I take it?"

Before Milton could say anything, the middle-aged man strode forward, grabbed his daughter, and shouted angrily, "What are you saying, Leah? Apologize to your superior right now!"

Didn't you see the rifle he was carrying? Didn't you see the corpse?!

Did you even ask him for a fruit knife?

The inspectors, police officers, and law enforcement officers in this godforsaken place are no different from robbers. Being bribed with kickbacks and protection money is already a blessing; what if someone takes a liking to you?

If a person is taken away, and you're lucky, you might be able to expect that a few days later, a scavenger will find their body in some large trash can.

If you're unlucky, you might end up inside someone else's body as a spare part, never to be found again.

Leah was pulled away by her father, but her gaze remained fixed on Milton, her eyes filled with pleading and stubbornness.

Milton glanced at the clothes on the two girls, then at the broken fruit on the ground. After a moment of silence, he handed the bloodstained knife back to the little girl and asked, "How much is this fruit?"

The man was startled by the question and quickly waved his hand, saying, "No money needed, no money at all! Take whatever you want, it's to thank you for your contribution!"

He assumed Milton wanted some fruit and that's why he asked the question on purpose.

When someone with a gun and official credentials asks you how much an item costs, your best answer is that it's free.

Just as Milton was about to say something, a new notification suddenly flashed across the panel in front of him.

[A lead has been obtained regarding a Class III smuggled item, "fruit," valued at approximately $20.]

You've stumbled upon a stall selling smuggled fruit. You can now initiate a recovery operation. More clues can be discovered through exploration or purchased with points (this entry has been added to the "Recovery" section and can be viewed at any time).

The system panel will list information on various smugglers known to Milton at large, allowing him to selectively pursue them—of course, smugglers with no leads will not be included in the list.

All leads held by Milton's informants or subordinates will also be included in the system's list.

But other than that, it won't work—for example, information that Station Master Varta knows but hides won't be included in the system, and Milton will have to figure it out himself.

This is to allow me to build my own power base, find informants, and establish an intelligence network...

Milton glanced calmly at the little girl, took out a $100 bill from his hand, handed it to Leah, and said indifferently, "He damaged your private property, and according to the law, he should pay compensation. Is this enough?"

$100?!
compensation?!
These are unfamiliar words.

Their daily income is only 15 qchar, which is about 2 US dollars!
$100 is an unimaginable sum of money!

Was the prosecutor trying to play a little game before committing the murder?
In this godforsaken place, no one believes in windfall gains—only when someone else takes your money does it mean your life has been saved.

Fear instantly gripped the man, and he quickly declined, saying, "Officer...no, really no! The child is too young to speak, please don't blame her!"

Milton ignored him, forcefully stuffed the wad of banknotes into the girl's hand, and continued in a businesslike tone, "Now that we've finished discussing the compensation, let's talk about your fruit smuggling."

it's over...

The moment the words "smuggled fruit" were uttered, the man nearly collapsed to the ground.

It's not that he wanted to smuggle, but the regular fruit sold through customs was too expensive and simply couldn't be sold!

There's simply no way to compete with others!
This is something everyone tacitly agrees on. If the prosecutor brings it up now, isn't he just trying to cause trouble?

It's all over...

A sense of despair welled up in both of them. Leah even regretted asking the police officer for the fruit knife...

However, they are so poor that they have lost so much fruit today, and they don't know how much debt they will have to shoulder.

Even a small knife is a precious treasure.

She just wanted to live...

Overwhelmed with grievance, the little girl's eyes immediately reddened.

Milton sighed inwardly, his face still cold, and took $70 from the stack of bills. He casually wrote out a ticket and receipt and handed it over: "According to the law, I will fine you 500 guildhals."

At the same time, Milton added a cold threat: "Keep it safe! Be careful, or I might catch you later."

With tears welling up in her eyes, Leah looked at Milton in astonishment.

After paying the fine, he actually had $30 left in his hand?!
Even at their busiest and happiest times, they could only earn a maximum of $100 a month...

The prosecutor didn't rob her?
Lia's mind went blank for a moment, from despair to confusion, and she couldn't react at all.

“Prosecutor…”

"Shut up! I don't like people trying to negotiate with me! Put it away now!"

Milton didn't want to linger, didn't want to stay in the same place alone for too long, so he shouted angrily and turned to leave quickly.

Quickly lower the tow hook and take both vehicles back to the checkpoint.

Suddenly, the sound of sirens wailing came from behind him!
The town's police arrived after hearing the gunshots!

This……

Milton's gaze faltered slightly, and his right hand instinctively reached for the holster.

He wasn't afraid of the police, but he worried that they might be colluding with certain people at the checkpoint.

Varta? Or Maynard?
In the distance, two police officers picked up their pistols, got out of the car, and shouted sternly, "Hey, what happened over there?!"

(End of this chapter)