Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 78 Nothing can stop me from collecting taxes

"Killed!"

"It exploded..."

"Fan Kangbang has biological weapons! Call the police immediately!"

“I see ‘hellish tax collectors’ resisting the Van Kang gang.”

"..."

In the more distant, un-cleared areas around the street, many people ran for their lives immediately after hearing the explosion, shouting the news they had just heard.

That ruthless Fan Kang gang is carrying out another terrorist attack!

The news in the newspapers is all true!

Taking advantage of the chaos, Milton, Flora, and the others rushed to the entrance of the steakhouse.

“Someone should call the police now. Take care of all the enemies within three minutes, then retreat.” Milton glanced at his watch. “Leave one person to watch our rear, in case the enemy jumps out the window and touches our backs. The rest of you, follow me.”

In fact, Milton's decision to continue the attack and wipe out all the enemies was not only driven by the goal of expanding the victory, but also by considerations of survival.

The enemy wasn't all dead yet. They had occupied the high ground, possessed considerable firepower, and, more importantly, had the will to resist.

If you retreat blindly, you might accidentally expose your side or even your back, and end up getting shot in the head by enemy bullets.

Instead of doing that, let's go all out and wipe out all the enemies in one fell swoop!

However, just as Milton was about to charge forward, the other side seemed to realize that someone was planning to storm the building.

Two fragmentation grenades were thrown down the stairwell and rolled straight toward the stairwell entrance.

Without any hesitation, Milton and his group quickly and orderly dispersed.

At this point, Milton was somewhat relieved that the steakhouse was a high-end restaurant—if it were a wooden structure, he would have had to rely on his level 3 armor plates and specialized tactical maneuvers to withstand the grenade fragments.

One second later, the two grenades exploded in succession, sending up a large amount of shrapnel that embedded itself in the concrete wall.

No harm was caused, but such resistance seemed to foreshadow a difficult CQB battle to come.

Flora, hiding behind cover, frowned slightly: "Boss, how about I be the scout?"

Milton thought for half a second, then shook his head: "Let's not launch a full-scale attack. The short interval between the two grenades means that two people were operating them... and the fact that both of them could accurately use the wall to make the grenades bounce out of the doorway means that this is not a coincidence."

"High morale, high skill level, these guys guarding the second floor are elite. I just don't know why they're carrying submachine guns."

Flora asked again, "Aren't we going to attack? Then we'll retreat?"

Although retreating now is dangerous, if we can make good use of the projectiles, we will most likely be able to leave.

Milton immediately shook his head: "Not attacking head-on, not that we won't attack... Have you forgotten that we have PKMs and B-23s with incendiary bombs?"

If we can't break through, then we'll just fight through the floorboards!
The enemy has submachine guns, which can't penetrate concrete floors, but machine guns that can use incendiary rounds don't care about your position at all.

In other words, the floor is a one-way bunker on Milton's side.

Having always been poor, spending her time in low-level battlefields, and using light weapons for so long, Flora slapped her thigh and exclaimed, "That's right!"

Milton tucked his submachine gun into his waistband and reached out to "Anvil": "Give me the PKM, 'Poison' throw grenades up the stairwell, 'Bottle' throw grenades in from the outside, try to force them to reveal their footsteps."

"Don't use firecrackers. Give the enemy some time to move so I can locate them by sound."

“The ‘anvil’ guards the stairwell, while the others guard the rear.”

"Roger that!"

Milton quickly reached a corner that was not contaminated and was barely clean enough to lie down. He found something to prop up his shoulders, braced his rifle butt against his shoulder, and used his feet to stabilize his torso against the wall.

Everyone else was in place as well.

Two grenades were thrown up almost simultaneously.

Sure enough, the sound of very orderly footsteps immediately came from upstairs. This level of organization and discipline seems even stronger than those elite members of the Fan Kang gang who attacked the black market pharmacy before! Could they be retired regular soldiers? Just how many forces are involved in this terrifying chain of interests?!
At that moment, Milton's understanding of the madness of this country reached a new level.

But Milton didn't have time to think about that anymore. He followed the sound of footsteps, confirmed the enemy's approximate location, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

At an 80-degree angle of elevation, using the footsteps upstairs as the center, execute three spiral rapid-fire shots with a radius of 0.5m, firing three shots per circle.

blah blah——

A large amount of concrete collapsed!
Immediately, the sound of a body falling to the ground came from upstairs.

"Hit!"

The external explosive suppression did not stop, and as Milton was killing enemies, two more grenades were thrown up.

This time, the footsteps upstairs finally became chaotic and noisy.

Milton immediately realized that the enemy was truly panicked now!
No matter how strong their combat skills are, when they realize that the enemy has the ability to penetrate cover and they have no countermeasures, the enemy will inevitably fall into chaos!

However, this behavior actually made it easier for Milton to lock onto his target.

This is what is meant by a complete rout.

Tap tap tap! Tap tap tap!
Milton, guided by footsteps, calmly launched rapid-fire spirals at each position.

More than 10 seconds later, there was no more sound from upstairs—no matter how many more grenades were thrown in.

Milton immediately scrambled to his feet and whispered, "The enemy is most likely out of fighting strength. 'Bottle' will lead the charge, but we must not be careless! Clear every room and do not accept surrender!"

"receive."

Flora immediately led three other people to form a complete assault team and rushed up to the second floor using standard clearing tactics.

Soon, a voice filled with extreme fear came through the broken floorboards.

"I vote..."

"Damn Fan Kang's gang, how dare you sabotage the cooperation between the checkpoint and the police station! Die!"

boom!
A few seconds later, Flora turned on the walkie-talkie, her voice tinged with a hint of joy: "The second floor is safe."

She also felt the unpleasantness of wrongly accusing the enemy.

Upon hearing this, Milton got up from the ground, put the machine gun down, picked up the Scorpion submachine gun again, and scanned his surroundings.

These lovable teammates are oblivious to the cost of money, so Milton can't let any opportunity to collect taxes and fines slip by.

Matteo looked at the almost completely destroyed steakhouse with a satisfied expression. He picked up the machine gun and asked, "Boss, should we retreat now?"

Outside, Olya was already carrying her Nikon camera and began taking pictures of the scene from all angles—the body of the Fan Kang gang member was carelessly thrown on the ground, becoming "evidence" of the Fan Kang gang's terrorist attack.

The sound of sirens could be heard from afar.

Time is really running out...

“We still have some time, let’s see what we can find… let’s see how much tax we can collect.” Milton glanced at his watch, then looked at Matteo, “You’re in business too, find out where the safe is at this steakhouse.”

Matteo paused, then pointed and said, "Uh, boss, isn't it right there? I thought you didn't want it."

Just kidding, how could I possibly refuse money?

Milton looked in the direction the finger was pointing, and just as he was about to speak, he fell silent.

He finally understood why Matteo had said that—because this thing had received "special attention" from the damn manure truck explosion.

Milton was silent for a moment before speaking to Matteo, the instigator of the whole affair: "As a tax officer, no difficulty should stop me from collecting taxes."

"Matteo, this task is entrusted to you."

It tells a story set in a small village in Provence, France. The author has included many pictures, and the book focuses on a lighthearted and relaxing atmosphere, showcasing the exotic customs and culture. Reading it will definitely lift your spirits!

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