Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 79 The crowd is excited

After generously handing over the lucrative job of collecting money to his subordinates, Milton approached several corpses and scanned them with his panel.

Unfortunately, the weapons these people carried were labeled as "legally imported".

Although Milton could use their excuse of "illegally importing weapons of mass destruction" to take everything, this does not count towards the red points.

"Selling fruit is illegal, but all these weapons here are legal? The country's legislature must be completely rotten."

"If I have the chance in the future, I should visit the local council."

The taxes collected from a thousand fruit vendors are less than the taxes collected from a major drug lord or arms dealer.

Besides, there are many people selling fruit, but not many selling weapons.

It's not a difficult choice to ally with one side to attack the other.

Milton glanced at his watch again, turned and left the steakhouse, walking to the side of the street toward the still-intact bulletproof car.

"This is amazing, there's even an armored car that I didn't recognize at first glance..."

It's either too old, or it's been modified too drastically.

Milton quickly scanned the car's information onto the panel.

[Level 1 Contraband: BTR-40 transport vehicle (refurbished) and M60 general-purpose machine gun]

[Worth $10]

Milton was taken aback at first, and then felt deeply speechless—good heavens, no wonder he didn't recognize him at first glance, he turned out to be an old guy from World War II.

This thing should really be in a military museum!
And the vehicle-mounted machine gun was actually replaced with an M60.
It's old and drastically modified...

To be honest, Milton's requirements for weapons are simply that they can play their corresponding role in the corresponding time and scenario; he's not very demanding.

But he was still a little hesitant to use the M60, a Force weapon that didn't fire when the trigger was pulled but didn't stop firing when the trigger was released.

"Well, it's a bulletproof car after all, it can stop most intermediate-power rounds without any problem."

Given Guatemala's conditions, having this old relic is not bad.

The local gangs mostly use submachine guns, with a few using rifles. As long as they're not charging into someone's stronghold with machine guns, the vehicle's protection is sufficient.

Milton bent down and touched the car keys on the body.

By this time, the sound of sirens was getting closer and closer.

There wasn't much time left before the agreed-upon 3-minute evacuation time.

"Stop searching."

"Everyone, take your loot and retreat as planned!"

"Olia, get in the car."

A hint of reluctance appeared on Olya's face as she frantically took photos at the stench-filled scene, but she still put away her camera, opened the car door, and climbed into the car.

Flora and the others followed closely behind—the plan was that if they were to evacuate on foot, they would stick to their original groups, with each team going to the designated parking spot to board their vehicles and leave.

If a car is seized, it won't be so complicated. Everyone can get in the car first and drive to the parking spot, which will save some time.

This armored vehicle could carry 10 people, so transporting the entire team and their spoils was no problem at all. With the engine roaring, the BTR-40 armored vehicle sped off, ran over a corpse, and sped away, leaving behind a ravaged neighborhood and more than 20 bodies.

In just three minutes, the armed force consisting of two armored vehicles and more than twenty armed guards was wiped out!
Half a minute later, the others arrived at the parking spot, got into their original cars, and followed Milton back towards the old street headquarters.

Milton felt an unprecedented sense of joy.

The traitor was eliminated, the enemy was severely damaged, and they even managed to steal an armored car!

After this battle, his sphere of influence in Malakan was completely solidified—not the nascent sphere of influence where everyone temporarily banded together and would fall apart if someone stirred things up, but a real territory that belonged to him.

Unlike before when they attacked peripheral members and raided checkpoints to steal some supplies, this time the enemy lost core combat personnel.

After today, no one will challenge Milton's position in the old street, or even the area surrounding it.

bang bang...

In the passenger seat, Flora crossed her legs and stared ahead, reaching out to tap the armor plate next to her.

Milton glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and asked, "What?"

“This car, and those guys we just took down, give me a bad feeling,” Flora said. “They couldn’t have gotten their hands on this car without the military’s help. It’s an antique, but it’s definitely a piece of military equipment.”

"Valta probably really does have connections with someone in the military, and we've given them all a good slap in the face."

Milton shook his head: "At most, he's connected with someone who has resources and bribed them... If they really held a high position in the military, why would they be stuck in such a small place making this kind of dirty money?"

"Don't forget, I also had someone buy me a second lieutenant rank. Do you think I have any connections in the army?"

Flora stretched and yawned: "That doesn't sound like something a 'Hell Tax Collector' would say, does it? Aren't you usually very cautious and assume people are coming with hostility?"

Milton said, "What I mean is, we've offended at most a certain military official in this region, not the abstract concept of 'military'."

“Hmm…that makes sense.” Flora nodded quickly. “But this time we bombed a restaurant. A gunfight in the street resulted in dozens of deaths. It’s worse than bombing a checkpoint.”

Yes, in countries like this, if you bomb a checkpoint or a police station, everyone knows it's a gang war between corrupt police and gangsters, and it's not targeting civilians. They just laugh it off and issue some condemnations.

Things that have absolutely nothing to do with the general public will not be of much concern to many people.

However, if the target is civilian facilities, it is considered an "indiscriminate attack" or a "massacre," which can easily cause panic and lead to the perpetrators being officially classified as terrorists.

Moreover, the fact that this attack used "biological weapons" makes it even easier to incite public outrage.

“First,” Milton interrupted Flora by pointing a finger, “the explosion was not planned by us. We didn’t know about the explosion. All we knew was that the Van Kang gang held a grudge against me and arranged an assassination attempt on me while I was having dinner with high-ranking police officers. I was forced to fight back. I was the victim.”

"Secondly, Olya and her photographs will prove that everything I said is true."

"We are heroes who thwarted the gang's attack on civilians; the blame lies entirely with Fan Kang's gang."

Flora glanced at Milton, then looked down at herself, and teased, "Hurry back and wash off the stench. I don't want to be the first counter-terrorism hero in the world to die from the stench."

Milton gave a half-smile: "No... after we go back to the old streets, we still have some final cleanup to do."

"Oh, is there something else?"

“Don’t forget, we only eliminated the traitor.” Milton slammed on the brakes, twisted the steering wheel, and drove the car into the old street. “Those surrenderers should be dealt with now.”

A dark fantasy story where the opening scene overlaps with real-world time in a single-player game. The protagonist inherits a wicked organization, upgrades his evil attributes, and falls into becoming the mastermind behind the scenes. It blends high-level martial arts with a mysterious atmosphere.

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