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Chapter 84 His corpse was everywhere
30 minutes later, at a steakhouse near the central church.

Even though Milton had already evacuated and the battle was over, the horrific scene here was still shocking.

Still glowing embers, corpses in various gruesome ways, and a stench so foul it felt like a biological weapon burning the respiratory tract…

Pedro got out of the police car and walked a few steps forward with a blank look in his eyes.

What about his elite combat squad?
Where are the people at the scene?
Then a pair of trembling hands grabbed Pedro's shoulders, their voices filled with utter terror: "Mr. Pedro, we, we've been attacked... Milton, that madman! He's completely gone mad!"

Pedro was somewhat dazed: "I know, I...I know!"

In reality, he only cares about one thing now—the two armored vehicles, and how many of the elite soldiers inside survived.
How is Deputy Director Otto doing?

The former is his absolute trump card, enabling him to dominate Malacan Town and fear no other forces, thus securing sufficient benefits for him.

The latter is an advisor who can help him smooth relationships, access various channels and information, and ensure the normal operation of his interest group.

In other words, they are the left and right arms.

Pedro knew that he couldn't panic, especially in situations like this. After all, he was still the police chief and had the authority to mobilize officers from all sides.

But he couldn't suppress the overwhelming fear surging within him, and he couldn't even feign a trace of composure.

Seeing the chief's reaction, the officers who rushed over became even more hesitant.

Perhaps they would still follow Pedro's orders on ordinary missions.

But once these tasks involve the old streets and Milton, they will definitely try to shirk responsibility or not put in any effort!

The morale of the people is low.

"Tell me, what are the casualties...? I only saw one armored car, where is the other one?"

"They're all dead... They brought machine guns, thermobaric bombs, and a lot of grenades. Milton never intended to negotiate!"

"They stole the last car too!"

"Chief, who exactly are they? Are they really not some other faction within the military trying to steal our profits?"

military……

Pedro's eyelid twitched.

Come on, even the military isn't this ruthless, brutal, or disciplined—clearly, Milton and his men didn't conduct a thorough search and even left behind the body of a Van Kang gang member.

Raul, that poor bastard, how many times has he been framed these past few days?
Pedro gritted his teeth and asked again, "What about the enemy? They only have a few people. Against me and Varta's 20-plus elite men, they should have suffered some losses, right?"

The officer paused for a moment before replying in a low voice, "They suffered no losses, not a single one, not a single one was injured."

An exchange ratio exceeding 0:20.

An absolute, one-sided massacre.

Upon hearing this result, Pedro sadly discovered that he didn't feel much emotional fluctuation.

In just over ten days, he had already gotten used to Milton's violence.

If Pedro had known this day would come, he feels he should have surrendered or offered a cooperative offer much earlier.

But now it's too late. One side has to fall before things can end.

"What about Otto? He's not a combatant, and his location is safe. If he survived the first wave of attacks, he should be able to escape, right?"

If combat personnel are lost, they can be salvaged with heavy investment; but if strategists are lost, or people who communicate through various channels are lost, it's not something that can be made up for in a short time.

Moreover, Pedro did not see Otto's body even with such a cursory glance.

In his extreme fear, the officer spoke without thinking, pointing in one direction: "Otto, Deputy Chief Otto, over there."

Pedro followed the direction of the finger and looked towards the first floor of the steakhouse... The closer he got to the steakhouse, the more he could feel the ferocity of the battle.

He subconsciously ignored the wrecked bulletproof car and didn't look at the charred corpses inside.

However, when Pedro looked in the direction his subordinate was pointing, he saw nothing.

There was no corpse or mutilated human tissue; there was nothing there except a pile of foul-smelling excrement that had been roasted by the high temperature.

Pedro asked, somewhat puzzled, "Where? I don't see it."

"Mr. Otto did not die in the first wave of attacks, but... perhaps the power of the excrement was too great, and he was unable to escape in time."

"Then Milton and his men used a thermobaric weapon, which seemed to hit Mr. Otto directly."

Thermobaric bomb...

Pedro immediately spoke up, trying to stop the officer from continuing.

But he was still a step too late.

"Mr. Otto, he was mixed in with this shit, and the whole house was covered in it after the explosion..."

Pedro finally couldn't hold back and roared, "Milton, he's gone too far! He's gone too far! How could he do this?!" The most brutal thing they did was kill people and hang them on traffic lights.

The horrifying act of roasting people alive, mixing them with excrement, and pasting them onto walls is simply beyond human imagination.

Moreover, it's conceivable that Milton would push the whole thing onto Van Cameron!
"Give me my cell phone, I need to call Raul and Varta... This is not the time to dwell on old grudges, we must put aside our differences and unite completely."

"No matter how unwilling we are to admit it, we must face this fact—right now, we are the ones at a disadvantage."

However, as soon as the officer picked up the cell phone, it rang first.

This mobile phone doesn't have a caller ID function, but someone in this area who has a phone and knows Pedro's number couldn't possibly be doing it for harassment.

"Hello?"

“Director Pedro? I’m Congressman Lopez.”

"Mr. Congressman, what's wrong with you...?"

“I’ve seen the news these past few days. You know, half of San Marcos province is talking about this lawless ‘Van Cameron’ gang.” Congressman Lopez interrupted coldly. “Bombing police cars, killing police officers, selling fake drugs, bombing checkpoints, carrying out terrorist attacks on restaurants with large-scale biological and chemical weapons… and you’ve been weak, compromised, and even made peace.”

Pedro was so shocked he couldn't say a word.

A terrorist attack on a restaurant?! And it's only been half an hour, yet reports are already circulating? Milton was prepared all along, he even wrote the article beforehand! That madman!
Congressman Lopez continued in a cold voice: "What guarantees did you make to me before?"

"The election is about to begin. Do you know how much negative impact this kind of thing will have on my voter base?"

"Unless absolutely necessary, I don't want to rely on military suppression or assassination of my opponents to win the election. I also have political enemies, understand?"

"Don't make excuses for me, and don't try to shift the blame onto him by mentioning names I've never heard of. This is your own business."

“If you can’t even solve this small problem and need to use my power, then I think it’s time for someone else to take your place.”

Pedro broke out in a cold sweat: "I...I understand..."

"Immediately sever all ties with the Van Kang gang and make a strong statement in public," Lopez ordered indifferently. "Valta just received the same call as you."

“Where can’t you find a replacement for a Mexican scum gang? Get Raul out of our group, there are plenty of people to take his place.”

"Beep beep..."

Hearing the busy tone on the other end of the phone, Pedro felt a deep sense of fear followed by a touch of anger.

They were terrified that Milton's seemingly self-deceptive reporting could wield such immense power, even influencing members of Congress to some extent.

The plan to repair relations with Fan Kangbang has completely fallen through.

What's infuriating is that Milton, this madman, has twice brought the situation to the brink of spiraling out of control.

On my first visit to a waste treatment plant, I almost got into trouble with the Sinaloa Group.

The second time, it even alarmed López, a congressman with considerable influence in the military!

Does he even know what he is doing?
Everyone is cleaning up his mess; he'll get everyone killed!
The officer delivering the phone trembled and cautiously asked, "Chief, are you... are you still going to call Raul?"

"What a load of crap! Calling Jesus wouldn't do any good!" Pedro roared. "Call Milton instead!"

"But...we don't have his phone number."

Pedro laughed angrily: "Has your brain been contaminated by a cesspool? Milton killed all my informants, doesn't he just inherit their phone lines? Just dial that number!"

"...Please wait a moment."

"Get in the car and make the call! Why do we have to smell shit while making a phone call?"

Two minutes later, after a handover between the two sides, the call was finally connected.

Pedro picked up the phone and started swearing:

"Milton! You're just a damn troublemaker! Do you know you almost messed with some incredibly powerful senator? Are you only satisfied when you've dragged everyone down to hell?"

"I sincerely wanted to negotiate with you, and what the hell did you do?! You actually dared to carry out a terrorist attack!"

"Twice now, twice now! You don't want to make money, so you're willing to risk your life? Come on then, I'm not going to clean up your mess anymore, let's go down together! I'll just go with you to the end!"

Milton simply listened quietly as the other party finished raging, then calmly said, "First, it was the terrorist attack by the Van Cong gang that disrupted our peace talks."

"Secondly, a notification."

“From now on, enforcement of the Old Street area will be under Brandon’s jurisdiction. If anyone calls the police in your area, transfer the call to us. Don’t let me see any of your people within the Old Street area, or you will face the consequences.”

"that's it."

Pedro was so angry he was about to lose his mind: "Milton, I'll fuck you..."

"Beep beep..."

P.S.: The remaining chapters will be in the afternoon or evening. I'm out of drafts, so I have to write them every day. I can't write that many in one morning.

(End of this chapter)