Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 68 I suspect you have weapons of mass destruction

Give me a job?!

They even came with conditions for surrender?

Do these people really want to talk? Do they really think it's possible to talk?

Milton almost burst out laughing, but he maintained a serious expression: "It seems there are a few others who share your views?"

Milton just noticed that the number of "informants" in his panel has decreased by two.

These two people are probably the ones who surrendered in the team.

After hearing that peace could be negotiated, even before any peace talks had even begun, they couldn't wait to switch sides.
The "ambassador" held his head high with pride and said confidently, "Yes, everyone wants peace and is eager to buy this opportunity for peace with money."

"This opportunity, $50, you must raise it in three days, no matter what method you use."

"The wisdom that has allowed us to survive here for so long is knowing when to bow our heads."

"Mr. Varta and Mr. Pedro have limited patience, so you'd better give a clear answer today."

"have you understood?"

Milton stared at the two men, remained silent for a moment, then his voice suddenly took on a sinister tone, and he leaned forward slightly: "I clearly stated before that my condition was to join their interest group. You want me to surrender outright? Dream on! Are you trying to humiliate me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Matteo, for some reason, instinctively walked to the door and closed it.

The entire room was suddenly plunged into darkness, and the atmosphere instantly became terrifying.

The two cowardly traitors looked at Milton, whose face was completely darkened, and suddenly remembered his terrifying legends.

They immediately softened.

"I...I, this, this is Mr. Pedro's request, not mine! I, I will convey it!"

That terrifying tone and the gesture of firing a gun at any moment instantly sobered the two of them up.

They're still in the territory of the "hellish tax collectors"!

If he suddenly goes berserk and starts shooting, Pedro and Varta won't be able to protect them!
“Very well.” Milton suddenly calmed down again. “Other conditions can be discussed. Now tell me where I want to be, when I want to be, and who I want to see.”

This person's attitude changed too quickly, it's too unpredictable... just like those crazy mob godfathers!
"Three, three days from now... the steakhouse south of the central church."

"It should be Deputy Director Otto... He usually handles these kinds of things, but I'm not sure..."

Milton interrupted, "Deputy Director, is he speaking to me personally?"

"Should, possibly?"

“Understood.” Milton waved his hand. “Tell them they can think I’m not qualified to interfere in their interests, but they must admit I have the ability to sabotage every single one of their deals. Go.”

"This peace talk is very important to me."

"I will definitely come."

"Okay! Then we'll be going now..."

The door opened, and sunlight returned to the room once more.

Seeing that things were almost over, the two quickly got up and fled the place as if they were escaping, fearing that Milton might suddenly go crazy again.

Watching them leave, Milton turned around, looked at the remaining people, and smiled.

“That’s right, we just took out Carlos, the number two guy at the checkpoint.”

"Now it seems like we have another chance to take down the number two in the police force?"

"No wonder they're a family, they always die together in a neat and orderly fashion."

Matteo, who frequently dealt with these people, thought carefully for a moment and said, "Boss... I think they might actually be willing to negotiate, but it's hard to say how long they'll wait before breaking the agreement." "Of course they're willing to negotiate; it's just cutting into our flesh anyway," Milton said. "Even if the negotiations fall apart, they won't lose anything, will they?"

“Logically speaking, that’s true…” Lutz continued, “but who would have thought you’d start a fight right away, boss?”

Pedro and Varta could only think of two scenarios: if the negotiations succeeded and Milton backed down, they would naturally make a huge profit.

The second type of negotiation fails, resulting in a complete breakdown of relations, without any loss.

But who could have imagined that Milton, who took the initiative to express his willingness to make peace, was just looking for an excuse to gather them together so that he could cripple them in one fell swoop?

“Instead of giving this money to the enemy in exchange for a peace that has no guarantee, we should use it to arm ourselves and take them down,” Milton continued. “Pedro is the police chief, but that doesn’t mean all the officers are on his side… The reason is simple: he doesn’t have that much profit to offer, nor is he willing to share that much profit with so many police officers.”

"If our surprise attack succeeds this time, it will severely damage Pedro's core team. This is very important to us and will buy us a lot of breathing time."

"Only offense is the best defense."

Since the last time the cooperation between the Van Conn gang and the checkpoint was disrupted, the Van Conn gang's planned attack on Milton has also fallen through, or at least been delayed.

This interest group is not entirely united, and it is not without external threats.

After eliminating two second-in-commands and sowing discord between two groups, and with its strength significantly reduced, other forces will inevitably become restless.

This is the true way to strive for peace.

With time running out, Milton immediately began making his arrangements after sending away the two traitors.

First, we summoned those who had passed the panel screening, were relatively clear-headed, and knew that appeasement would not bring peace, and told them that war was about to break out.

Even so, these people still struggled and hesitated.

Apart from Lutz and Veronique, who were completely on Milton's side, and Matteo, who had a blood feud with the mob, everyone else was suffering.

Having lived in Malakan for so many years, checkpoints, police stations, and gangs have long been an integral part of their lives.

The fear of Varta, Pedro, and Raul was deeply ingrained in their very being.

They were willing to put their money into joining forces with Milton to demonstrate their strength and value, and to prevent themselves from being exploited so ruthlessly... But, were they really going to pick up guns and fight to the death?

Is there absolutely no way to turn things around?
Milton looked at these people and made only one gesture.

He dragged out a sack, unzipped it, and showed the pile of US dollar bills inside.

"Work with me, and you'll make money."

“You can not only earn back the taxes you paid to me before, but you can also get more—I believe you have all heard that my men have earned $2 in just a few days.”

"Either earn this money yourself, or give it away as war reparations to others."

"Choose."

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the enormous sum of money, gold, and jewelry they had never seen before on the ground.

The previous hesitation was instantly dispelled, even turning into a bit of fanaticism.

"It's just a police station, let's take it down!"

"If the tax collectors in hell dare to collect taxes at checkpoints, what's the police station compared to them? Are they that special?"

"So, what pretext should we use to attack them?"

Although they might initially find a few unlucky Van Kang to take the blame for the members, Milton will definitely have to get involved later on in such a large operation.

The fighting spirit has been ignited, but a well-thought-out attack plan is still needed.

Milton replied without hesitation, "I suspect they have weapons of mass destruction."

(End of this chapter)