Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 75 Magic Attack
Even after experiencing so much blood and fire, Milton couldn't help but feel an overwhelming, primal sense of disgust when he saw the "dung cart."

This thing is a damn magical attack!

“Couldn’t you… have picked a more normal member of the Van Conn gang?” Milton pressed his forehead. “It smells so bad.”

Matteo also sounded a bit innocent: "Boss, I've been keeping an eye on this guy for a long time. He has the highest success rate. I'm just afraid something might go wrong."

This is the truth about gangs in poor areas—they even steal the business of cleaning latrines.

"Why are you staring at a latrine cleaner?" Milton couldn't even take a deep breath now. "Is there anything special about him?"

Matteo scratched his head: "He was one of the people who robbed me before I went to jail, and I've been keeping an eye on him ever since I got out... Boss, is this guy no good? If not, I'll go find someone else?"

Milton paused for several seconds, then sighed, "Okay... never mind, no need to change, he'll do."

"Remember to tell the others later that when we negotiate the day after tomorrow, everyone should be careful to find cover."

"Otherwise, you will bear the consequences."

"Remember to seal the garage door tightly later, the smell is too strong!"

If the plan for this fried steak restaurant was initially just "crazy," it's now become somewhat sinister.

Matteo nodded excitedly: "Boss, everything is ready. What do we do the day after tomorrow?"

Milton took a step back: "Let's go outside, don't talk in the garage... By the way, it's late, let those who are still training come back, don't exhaust yourselves on the eve of battle."

Milton returned to the pharmacy, locked the door, and waited for the others, who looked exhausted but had a gleam in their eyes, to come back before continuing:
"This raid will be carried out by two groups."

"Flora and I just went to scout out the negotiation location and found four key firing positions that cannot be lost. I need five people to take charge of them, with one person as support."

"Flora, your team will lead three others to handle this mission."

Flora patted her chest: "Roger that!"

“Very good. Now let’s talk about the arrangements for the other group. I need to be present at the negotiation site and I need to bring two people with me… We are very likely to be directly exposed to enemy fire, or at least become the enemy’s primary target, so this group is very dangerous.”

"Now, there are two options. First, Luz and Matteo can join Flora's team, and I'll just pick two or three people from outside who seem reliable to me."

"Second option: Luz and Matteo, you two come with me. Flora's team will take two people from outside."

"I reiterate, following me means becoming the enemy's primary target. This mission is not mandatory; it is entirely voluntary."

After speaking, Milton looked at Lutz and Matteo.

Matteo stood next to Milton almost without thinking: "Boss, I'll go with you!"

Lutz thought for a few seconds, then nodded and said, "Boss, your side is more important, I'll go with you."

Milton glanced at them and asked, "What, aren't you afraid of dying?"

Lutz gave a wry smile: "Boss, what you're saying... If you accidentally die, our team will fall apart immediately, and we won't survive either. So it's better to come with you from the beginning and see if we can protect you."

Matteo also said, "All I know is that even if I'm still breathing, you'll find a way to bring me back to life, and that's enough."

Brandon, who could only watch the show from the sidelines, lamented, "If I could join the battle, the boss might not be having these problems today..."

Flora, standing nearby, also raised her arms and shouted in a very serious manner, "For the Godfather of the Old Street!"

"Alright, alright, stop being so mushy." Milton waved his hand. "Then the group assignments are decided. Next is the action plan, listen carefully." "We've got a car and a member of the Van Conn gang. On the day of the negotiations, we'll tie this Van Conn gang member to the car, find some support brackets, and drive the car toward the steakhouse."

"Once the vehicle arrives, all the shells on it will be detonated, and everyone will be put into combat readiness to eliminate as many enemies as possible."

"Aurelia was in charge of battlefield filming, confirmed that members of the Van Kang gang had launched the attack, and then produced and released the report as quickly as possible."

"After completing the objective, we will roughly clean up the battlefield and then retreat in an orderly manner until we return to our base camp."

"This is the general operational procedure. Any questions?"

Everyone was excited: "No problem!"

Only the Fan Kang gang member on the ground struggled, indicating that he had a problem: "Ugh! Ugh!"

But no one paid him any attention; Milton didn't even spare him a glance: "Now let's prepare for battle. We need to make a remote-controlled firing device for these shells. Flora, you make one."

Flora pointed to herself with her finger, dumbfounded: "I can't do it!"

"You don't?!" Milton exclaimed in astonishment. "Aren't you retired regular soldiers from NATO countries?"

"Should veterans be doing this?!"

Milton was utterly speechless: "Fine, I'll do it... All of you, stop standing there and watch carefully and learn properly."

They're really playing the role of both father and mother!
Brandon looked at this familiar scene and barely managed to suppress a laugh.

Milton didn't waste any words. He reached out and took an M720 shell, unscrewed the impact fuse on top of the shell, and filled the original fuse position with high explosive as a detonator.

Milton then took two ordinary walkie-talkies that were no longer in use, disassembled one of them and rewired it so that it would short-circuit and generate an electric spark when it received a signal from the other one.

In this way, a simple remote control device for communication, short circuit, ignition of explosive charge, detonation of shell, and secondary detonation is completed.

It takes less than 10 minutes and is very simple.

To prevent any accidents, Milton followed the same method and made another remote-controlled bomb—with two systems, which could greatly reduce the risk of malfunction during detonation.

Everyone in the audience watched Milton's performance in a terrifying silence.

“'Tax collector,' I have a question.” Finally, Flora looked at her with a strange expression. “Are these strange skills really something a tax collector should possess?”

"You can't even make remote-controlled bombs, yet you want to collect taxes?" Milton scoffed. "Alright, both of these shells are now in combat readiness. You absolutely must not touch this walkie-talkie."

"Load all the shells onto the truck, be careful."

However, they were stunned when the others carried the shells into the garage.

"Holy crap, a manure truck?!"

"Are you really going to blow up the latrine truck? Isn't that against nature?"

"Exploding shit... How vicious."

“Pedro and Varta will regret it. Why did they have to mess with the ‘Hell Tax Collector’?”

(End of this chapter)