Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 77 Art is explosion
Before the guard could finish speaking, the manure truck, which had just been parked on the side of the road, suddenly accelerated without warning and crashed into the steakhouse on the street corner.

Whether they were inside the restaurant or standing on the street, everyone was stunned when they saw this scene, and not a single person tried to open fire to stop it!
If a car or pickup truck were to come rushing towards us, someone might be able to react in time and try to stop it.

But this is a manure cart!

With just a second of hesitation, the manure truck had already rushed to within 5 meters of the steakhouse entrance.

boom! ! !
Twenty shells exploded in one go, and the resulting flames swept across the entire street corner. The paving stones of the nearby sidewalk were all blown into the air, and the glass windows of half the street shattered.

Of course, the most terrifying thing is the terrible "pollution" brought out by the blast wave.

Those guards outside the steakhouse were either engulfed in flames on the spot if they were unlucky, or covered in scalding stench if they were lucky.

As the instigator of all this, Milton had anticipated it all. Just before the explosion, he lunged toward a bunker, turned sideways, drew his TT-33 pistol and held it to his chest, while simultaneously turning his shoulder to look for the guards not far away.

Getting into a bunker to avoid explosions is secondary; the most important thing is to avoid shit.

To avoid being caught off guard by an enemy at close range and having his gun taken, Milton opted for the CARs shooting method.

The guard who had just been spouting nonsense was now staring blankly at the steakhouse engulfed in flames, touching the liquid covering his body. He hadn't yet realized what had happened and seemed to have suffered a severe mental blow.

He didn't even realize that Milton was the one who orchestrated this whole thing.

Until he subconsciously turned his head and saw a dark gun barrel.

In his final moments, the guard finally experienced firsthand the terror of the "Hell Tax Collector"—terror in every sense of the word.

boom! boom! boom!
His head exploded like a watermelon.

Milton calmly pulled the trigger, enduring the dizziness brought on by the shockwave and the strong smell, and only after killing the guard did he look up and glance in the direction of the steakhouse.

Immediately afterward, Matteo's excited shouts echoed down the street: "Murder! It's the Van Conn gang! They attacked the police officers and prosecutors! The Van Conn gang has gone mad! They're killing people! Help!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Milton saw a rocket fly past him, leaving a trail of flame, and crash into the armored vehicle full of armed personnel.

The first explosion was crisp and barely audible; the bullet detonated near the passenger side of the car. There was no flash, no shrapnel, only a milky-white cloud rapidly expanding and seeping into the car through the window gaps, radiator grille, and chassis welds.

Milton could clearly see the blank expressions on these people's faces—Otto's fate was unknown, and the enemy's command had been paralyzed, forgetting even the instinctive counterattack.

Perhaps if they had another five or six seconds, they could have climbed onto the machine gun mounts and organized a counterattack, but for Milton's attack, life and death hung in the balance!

The burning propellant spreading in the air was instantly ignited, and the milky white cloud of smoke instantly turned into a fireball with a temperature of over 2000 degrees Celsius, sucking out the lungs of everyone in the vehicle and setting them ablaze.

The bulletproof car was instantly reduced to scrap metal, leaving only five human-shaped charred remains inside.

Milton glanced at the car out of the corner of his eye before raising his gun and aiming it at another armored vehicle—he saw the guard trying to open the driver's side door and escape.

bang bang bang...

After a quick aim, Milton pulled the trigger repeatedly. Half of the 7.62×25mm bullets hit the door panel and car window, but the other half successfully hit the target's back and neck.

The man immediately leaned forward, his head hanging on the driver's seat.

With improved marksmanship, even in chaotic situations, the accuracy of using a pistol is quite good.

Milton ducked back into cover, shouting as he reloaded, "Luz, Matteo, you two cover my rear and flanks!"

"Roger that!" After loading a new magazine, Milton emerged from the other side of the bunker, raising his gun and aiming it at the second floor of the restaurant.

At this moment, four gun lines were firing at the second floor of the restaurant from different positions, suppressing the enemy there—it seemed that Flora's team had successfully taken up their combat positions.

Milton then lowered his gaze further down to the first floor.

By this time, the aftershocks of the explosion had dissipated, and the scene inside could be barely seen through the smoke.

After the explosion, most people had fallen into a pool of excrement, but one person, whose body was charred black, was not completely dead and was struggling to crawl on the ground.

Deputy Director Otto.

What a lucky guy.

Car explosions can only take out enemies on the street. People hiding in cover seem to have a good chance of surviving. If they are a little further away from the explosion point, they may even retain some fighting ability!
Without hesitation, Milton picked up the walkie-talkie: "'Bottle,' use the last thermobaric bomb to clear the first floor of the restaurant."

"The wine bottle has been received."

As soon as Flora finished speaking, a fireball exploded on the first floor of the steakhouse.

After the flames disappeared, Otto's figure had completely vanished.

The blast wave from the thermobaric bomb brought a nauseating smell. Milton frowned, but suppressed his physical discomfort and ordered into the walkie-talkie in a deep voice, "Advance, continue to suppress fire on the second floor."

After saying that, Milton planned to leave the cover and cross the street to enter the enemy's blind spot.

Just as the group began to move and the suppressive fire inevitably loosened slightly, a grenade was suddenly thrown down from the second floor of the steakhouse.

boom!
At the same time, a series of submachine gun bullets were fired.

Although such projectiles and such faith-based shooting pose little threat, Milton immediately abandoned the idea of ​​a forced charge and retreated to cover.

As the party with superior firepower, information, and overall advantage, never take risks.

Matteo, the anti-corruption cop who had been guarding Milton, frowned: "The situation has deteriorated to this point, and they still won't surrender, they're still resisting... Either they're Pedro's most loyal and elite guards, or they might be people from the checkpoint."

"I'm targeting the elite! If we miss the chance to wipe out the enemy's elite forces in one fell swoop, it won't be so easy to fight them again once they regroup and rearm."

"The fact that this attack went so smoothly only because of a surprise attack doesn't mean we can actually carry out a one-sided massacre against them in a direct confrontation."

"I will not give the enemy the chance to make a 'Dunkirk escape'."

Milton pulled out the grenade he had hidden, pulled the pin, quickly calculated the distance and force in his mind, then suddenly jumped out of his cover and threw it towards the second floor of the steakhouse.

At the same time, Flora also used the M203 grenade launcher under her M4A1 to fire a high-explosive round at the second floor.

Two explosive devices detonated, and the second floor immediately became much quieter.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Milton rushed out of his cover, bent down and picked up the Scorpion submachine gun that the guard had dropped earlier, the exact model of which was unknown.

"Charge! Storm the building! Take down these gangsters and avenge our police brothers!"

(End of this chapter)