Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 66 The Poor Fan Kangbang (Please continue reading)
Upon arriving at the gun shop and renting the shooting range, Flora said excitedly, "Since it's training, we need to assess your basic abilities first... The equipment here isn't very comprehensive, so let's start by looking at a few basic skills."

"You've already demonstrated your physical abilities in actual combat, so we won't test that."

"Today we'll test our rifles, pistols, and sniper rifles on stationary targets. Come on, choose the weapon you're most comfortable with, and use iron sights."

She showed great curiosity—curiosity about the boss's true abilities.

Milton naturally chose the familiar Type 81 rifle and fired a round at a 50-meter target, using a magazine of 30 rounds.

bang bang bang...

The first round of shooting ended quickly.

Flora rested her chin on her hand, looking at the target's performance, and muttered, "Hmm... not bad, but not great either. If I had to give it a score, it's better than a C, barely reaching the B level."

"Hiss, tax collector, are you sure you were serious?"

In her imagination, she thought Milton was the kind of urban super soldier who could fire 10 shots all at the same point.

After all, Milton's image is that of a madman who coldly devises plans, executes them with gun, perfectly completes his objectives, and coldly returns carrying the enemy's head...

Milton lowered his weapon and sighed, "Not fighting seriously won't do me any good either. What's wrong? Is it a big problem?"

This assessment is correct, because his current marksmanship level is indeed 70 points.

“It’s not a big problem, I can train you.” Flora looked Milton up and down for a moment, then smiled. “I just really didn’t expect that the Hell Tax Collector, who is rumored to be so strong by outsiders, no, even by us, is only at a passable level in marksmanship?”

“I kill with my brain.” Milton touched his temple with his index finger. “I can lay booby traps, use grenades, call in artillery fire, take up advantageous cover, and attack from the side or back… Why would I fight head-on unless absolutely necessary? I’m not some cowboy from the American West who plays duel games with the enemy.”

Did you think you were playing Counter-Strike? You died this round, but you'll revive next round?
The best marksmanship is to overwhelm the enemy with firepower.

Flora thought carefully about the details of her battle with Milton and nodded in agreement: "It seems that's true... I've never seen you fight the enemy head-on with guns, tsk, cunning. But we still need to assume some extreme situations, you can't possibly have a perfect plan every time, can you?"

Who would have thought that the Hell Tax Collector would be so cunning? I have to share this interesting story with my teammates when I get back.

Finally, this "hellish tax collector" seems to have a bit of humanity in him.

"That's why I asked you to practice your marksmanship." Milton put down his Type 81 rifle and picked up a rented Glock 17. "Second round, pistols?"

Flora stood to the side like a real instructor and said, "Well, for pistols, use a fixed target at 25 meters and fire one standard magazine."

"Hmm... about the same, barely a B level."

"Next up, the sniper rifle... This one comes with a scope, but you'll need to adjust it yourself; that's part of the testing."

"..."

"Okay, it's about the same. I feel your marksmanship is pretty average."

After completing the three tests, Flora nodded: "I have a general understanding of your marksmanship level. There are quite a few details that can be optimized to systematically improve your skills. Hmm, I'll put together a training plan for you... We'll start training when we have some free time, how about that?"

Milton stood up: "No problem."

“Oh, right, I almost forgot… I’ll tell you something else that might be useful to you.” Flora paused suddenly as she was writing, “Someone approached us before, saying they wanted to hire us for a higher price, but I refused.”

Milton stopped, glanced at Flora, and asked, "Why did you refuse?"

“If we betray one employer for money, it means we can betray a second employer for money… then we’re completely finished.” Flora shook her head. “No matter how much money you offer, we can’t do this.” “Besides, in your team, we can be considered a startup team. As long as we succeed, we can get the core benefits later… With them? We’ll probably be used and then kicked out.”

When starting a company and doing business, one must consider long-term interests.

Milton chuckled. "Do you know exactly who's been contacting you?"

“I don’t know.” Flora shook her head. “But I think you should be able to guess a general range.”

It's nothing more than someone from that interest group in Malakham—so far, the police station, checkpoint, Fan Kangbang, hospital, and court have surfaced.

“A very useful clue.” Milton nodded. “I’m now ninety percent certain that those two are the moles.”

Why were Flora and her group poached before everyone else?
It's worth noting that Flora had a very unpleasant argument with Pedro at the police station not long ago.

Aren't those two people who are far from the core able to gather no useful intelligence, but can they see the huge role that Flora and the other two played in building the town?

If no one was passing on the message, how could the corner of the wall have been pried open so precisely?

While this might seem like a malicious speculation with a conclusion in mind, Milton is the boss, after all. Let alone reasonable speculation, if pushed too far, Milton could really arrest them without regard for the consequences.

Flora wasn't very interested in things that required thinking. She continued working on her training plan on the paper and casually said, "Just call me if you need to fight."

More than an hour had passed by then, and Matteo should have returned by now.

We can return to headquarters now and discuss our next steps based on Matteo's intelligence.

Milton left the gun shop and returned to the underground bunker, where he gathered his men.

Matteo was already waiting there. When he saw Milton return, he immediately said, "Boss, I've already passed the message to the police station. Their response seems quite positive. It seems like they're willing to talk as long as you're willing to pay the price. How should we respond?"

"Willing to talk?" Milton stroked his chin, a mocking tone on his face. "On the condition that I pay a price?"

Matteo seemed a little worried that Milton might actually negotiate, and his expression became tense: "Boss... you, are you planning to talk to them?"

“Struggle brings peace, and peace will survive; compromise brings peace, and peace will perish.” Milton shook his head. “These ‘things’ in Malacan must be uprooted before we can truly have fertile ground to live on. Appeasement will not bring peace, it will only bring us a mustache.”

"I do have a good idea."

"However, this plan is a bit crazy. It requires the help of those two moles, as well as the help of Fan Kang's gang."

Everyone else was stunned when they heard this: "Huh?!"

What do you mean by asking Fan Kang for help?
What makes a good idea?
Judging from the tone, the idea can be summarized in one sentence: "Trick as many people as possible into going to the peace talks and then kill them all at once."
Milton was also helpless: "There's no way around it. This plan is a bit too big. It might be classified as an attack against civilians, so we have to get Van Kang to take the blame. Sigh... there aren't many Van Kang gang members left in town. We have to be careful with our killings, otherwise we won't be able to find anyone to take the blame later."

"Anyway, if Fan Kang's gang is capable of things like shelling checkpoints, it shouldn't be surprising if they carry out other attacks."

"Well, originally we only planned to purge the internal organs, but now it seems that we can deal with external threats and internal strife at the same time."

"By the way, bring Olya, the reporter, over too. We'll need some journalistic embellishment after the operation, and we need to make sure Fan Kang takes the blame for everything."

The others remained silent for a long time.

They suddenly felt sorry for Fan Kangbang.

(End of this chapter)