Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 88 That's a Very Lifelike
As expected, there was no response from inside the bar after he shouted.

The police officers on the old street couldn't just rush into the still-burning fire, so they could only stand awkwardly outside the building and continue making useless calls into the building.

"police!"

"...Put down your weapons and surrender immediately!"

A few seconds later, it seemed that the fire had ignited something, and a huge explosion came from upstairs.

Some items were blasted out of the window by the shockwave of the explosion and scattered on the ground.

The officers looked down and saw metal and glass shards... but there was also a charred hand missing several fingers, and a very thick, broken arm that clearly belonged to a different person.

The officers looked at each other, but they dared not turn around to look at the terrifying "hellish tax collector" and ask him what to do.

Moreover, they have just found this well-paid and well-behaved job. What if they ask too many questions on their first field trip and get fired when they get back?
One of the officers gritted his teeth, took out handcuffs, and symbolically cuffed the hand and arm on the ground together.

"Two suspects have been apprehended!"

"It is uncertain whether there are other armed personnel inside the target building."

"..."

Those bolder passersby who were dawdling and planning to slowly leave the scene of the commotion, upon seeing this, immediately felt no pain in their backs or legs and quickly moved away from the scene.

They're a bunch of lunatics.

We need to go back and find out what those two robbers stole that could drive the police so crazy.

Judging from the situation, either someone very important died, or they were likely robbed of 10 or even 20 yuan in cash.

Thermobaric and thermobaric weapons burn for a very short time, but they can ignite indoor combustibles and cause a fire.

Now, 30 seconds later, the fire has visibly shrunk.

The officers tested the temperature inside the bar ruins with their bodies before rushing in and quickly bringing the entire bar under control.

Fortunately, the thermobaric bombs did not cause much damage to the building structure, and the building was well-ventilated. Even after being hit by two shells, the bar did not become a dangerous building.

But the people inside...

The hand and arm that were just blown out were already the most complete human tissue.

"Search!" Milton and the other officers eliminated the danger and took the two "criminals" away before entering the room themselves.

The police handle robbery cases, while Milton, the tax officer, is in charge of smuggling.

Fan Kang's gang not only robbed his taxpayers, but they would also certainly smuggle goods from Mexico to here.

This is also why Milton didn't use high-explosive shells just now—first, the location of this bar is good, and it can be seized and expanded into his own property.

A single high-explosive shell could collapse a building.

Secondly, he didn't want to destroy too many high-value items.

The cash and other valuables outside certainly couldn't withstand a thermobaric bomb, but the valuables locked in the safe should still be preserved.

Milton quickly found the hidden safe in a small room.

Sure enough, after breaking into the safe, the banknotes, gold, and documents inside were all intact.

A rough estimate puts it at around $1. There's also a wine cellar underground, which doesn't seem too badly damaged, but Milton hasn't touched it yet—since he's in charge of the bar anyway, there's no need to move the wine from the cellar around.

He also believes that after seeing this scene today, no one will dare to steal anything.

“This amount of money and this amount of stuff is not enough to cover the costs of this operation, nor is it enough to cover the late payment fees for tax evasion,” Milton sighed. “Then I will have no choice but to legally seize your property as compensation.”

To demonstrate the civilized and rule-of-law spirit of fairness, justice, and transparent law enforcement, Milton also made sure to write a receipt for all the money and assets he had obtained and stuff it into the charred handcuffed hand outside the door.

Seeing that the other party did not raise any objections, Milton nodded in satisfaction: "Seal off the area and leave!"

Ten seconds later, everyone got into the car and left, taking a different route back to the old street.

Many people who heard the commotion but arrived late found only a bar with sparks flying and some debris on the ground.

There was also the aroma of meat permeating the air.

Most people didn't even see Milton's taillights!
Not long after, Pedro's law enforcement forces finally arrived, carefully parked their car on the outskirts, questioned everyone several times, and only dared to approach the scene after confirming that Milton's men had all left.

Since the "steakhouse incident," no one in the police department has dared to mess with Milton.

Perhaps Chief Pedro is rebuilding his core forces, but that has nothing to do with them, the rank-and-file officers.

If they're willing to send officers out to take a look today, then they're doing justice to Chief Pedro's meager salary.

The name Milton has become synonymous with "terror" in the minds of many police officers.

As the officers suppressed their fear and took two more steps forward, they were shocked to find a few bits of "corpse remains" on the ground.

To be precise, it is a hand and an arm.

One of the officers peeked out, then immediately took two steps back, looking horrified: "Sir, this...this hand seems to be holding something?"

Seeing that all his men were hesitant to go forward, the sheriff took a deep breath, mustered his courage, and carefully walked over.

After confirming that what he was holding in his palm was not a grenade or bomb, but just a piece of paper, the sheriff reached into his hand and took the ticket out, looking at it in the headlights of the police car.

"For robbing a shop of $13 worth of cash and goods, several items of equivalent value have been seized..."

"Due to the smuggling of a large quantity of unregistered alcoholic beverages, all smuggled goods have been seized... Since insufficient cash has not been found, the bar has been legally frozen..."

After reading the ticket aloud, the officers at the scene fell silent once again.

13 dollars.

Look again at this bombed building, and think about that armored vehicle.

“Let’s go. Milton is a madman. He’s terrifying.”

After saying that, the sheriff put the ticket back.

He didn't dare go into the bar to search for anything—didn't Milton say that all of the bar's assets had been frozen?
One of the officers who came over to look at the ticket said something without thinking: "Really? But why do I feel quite safe if I were a resident of the old street area?"

The other officers, and even the officer himself, were momentarily stunned.

That makes some sense...

(End of this chapter)