Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 81 makes its official debut.
In fact, it hasn't been long since the last large-scale gathering of people in this area of ​​the old streets.

But this time, the feeling it gave everyone was completely different from the last time.

Previously, only a dozen or so people with different motives had gathered in front of the illegal pharmacy; at most, they just wanted to stick together for warmth.

And this time, just as Milton had instructed, people from almost every shop, big and small, near the old street gathered at their doorways, waiting for Milton to let them in.

Go in one by one.

This approach undoubtedly cast a terrifying shadow over the meeting—especially for those who missed the first gathering or those who had ulterior motives.

Those waiting outside could only wait in fear... and spread the information they could get.

They may not know what Milton just did, but the series of terrifying explosions were audible to everyone, and the fact that Milton summoned people shortly after the explosions speaks volumes.

Malacan may really be about to undergo a major change...

After various people exchanged embellished information, most people finally learned what had happened during this period.

Milton stormed into the black market pharmacy alone and killed 50 members of the Van Conn gang, killing them from night until day. He then mailed all the heads to Raul, the leader of the Van Conn gang, which angered Raul so much that he had to undergo surgery at a major hospital in Tijuana.

Later that night, Milton massacred half the hospital, blew up more than a dozen police cars, and forced Raul to confess that Van Kang had helped him do all of these things.

A few days later, Milton brought in ten more cannons, blasted the checkpoint to smithereens, killed the checkpoint's deputy, and forced the station chief, Varta, to relinquish his position...

Today, the deputy chief of police also met a tragic end. I heard that Milton, no, I heard that the "Fan Kang gang" also used terrible biological weapons to poison hundreds of people!

Some people even brought up the military rank that Milton's predecessor bought before he transmigrated, saying that Milton had connections in the military...

After these outrageous rumors were reported, Milton became even more convinced that bringing Olya into his team was absolutely the right thing to do—at least outside of Malacan, people would only glance at the reports and no one would actually verify them.

The current approach, which aims to limit the impact to the small town while ensuring it has sufficient influence, is the best possible development.

After a quick wash, Milton went to the room he had been in before. After a moment's thought, he took out his M29 revolver, unloaded all the bullets, and placed it on the table.

If Milton hadn't wanted to avoid cosplaying as "Jade-Faced Grenade King," he would have liked to hang a few more grenades around to add a bit of intimidation.

"Tsk." Brandon, sitting in his wheelchair, looked at the scene and suddenly shook his head.

Milton glanced at him sideways and said, "If you have something to say, just say it."

“Hmm…” Brandon didn’t stand on ceremony. He frowned and thought for a moment, “I think, boss, you’re giving off enough pressure, but it would be best to change that image.”

"Besides, boss, you're a tax officer. Although the job titles here are a bit messy, shouldn't a tax officer be considered a civil servant?"

"Terror can be used to suppress enemies, but to unify the internal forces, I feel it's better not to rely solely on terror."

Milton thought about it and realized that what he said did make sense.

Under the oppressive terror, no one dared to betray, but to unite people's hearts, we still need more acts like saving Brandon at all costs.

“Okay, so what do you think?” Brandon stroked his chin. “First of all, I think you need a formal suit, boss. It could be a Catholic priest’s vestment or a suit… Coincidentally, I ordered a suit from the tailor across the street a while ago to celebrate my promotion to sheriff. We’re about the same size, so I’ll give it to you.”

"Veronica, could you go to the tailor shop and get this for me?"

"it is good."

Flora chimed in, "If you're going to wear a suit, it's best to bring matching men's accessories as well. Tie, bow tie, handkerchief... Oh, and don't put anything else in your pockets except a handkerchief."

Milton rubbed his forehead, asking somewhat helplessly, "Anything else?"

“Also, there’s the layout of the room.” Brandon glanced around. “It’s certainly terrifying now, kind of like ‘Wolf’s Den,’ but fear alone isn’t enough.”

"It needs to be terrifying, it also needs to be oppressive, it needs to make other people feel very uncomfortable as soon as they come in."

"For example, we can deliberately create obvious asymmetry in the room, including asymmetrical lighting; for example, we can place the cross in the back upside down..."

"And us too, we need to change our attire. We're not some kind of gang like Fan Kang's. Stand up straight, and move to the shadows!"

"One last thing... Boss, try not to speak if you can. You should only give orders, don't ask questions, and don't answer them. I'll take care of those things."

“They missed the first opportunity to join, which means they lost the chance to be on the dinner table. It means that all their efforts now are just to avoid becoming food on the dinner table.”

“We did not pray before eating, which is a way of respecting food customs.”

"Boss, you can certainly govern this area with mercy, but you must not show mercy directly to them, otherwise they will only think you are easy to bully, will not take you seriously, and will want more..."

"..."

Having said that much, Milton, with the help of the others, changed into new clothes and rearranged the room in a simple way.

"You look quite professional. Who knew you knew so much?" Milton teased Brandon. "Didn't you say you didn't read books?"

Brandon scratched his head: "Uh, I've seen The Godfather, that's what I saw in the movie."

“…” Milton almost wanted to just take off his clothes right then and there.

"How many times have I told you, I'm a tax officer, not a godfather! What have you been doing all this time while you were injured? I seriously suspect that those outrageous rumors circulating outside originated from you."

"Alright, alright, hurry up and call them in to talk business."

Brandon immediately stood next to Milton, looking at Lutz with a serious expression, clearly already deeply immersed in the role: "Lutz, go and bring the person in... Remember, just bring the person in, don't speak, the more solemn your expression, the better, let them guess, let them suffer."

“The old streets have no Raul, no Pedro, no Varta… there is only one name here, Milton.”

"Let them know why the people they see are called 'hell tax collectors'."

(End of this chapter)