Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 92 is really rising.
If we want to upgrade the system again and sweep away all of Fan Kang's remaining businesses in the town, hiring people to guard them is the fastest and simplest way.

Fan Kang's gang has now begun to shrink its influence in the town, preparing to flee. Their will to resist is weak, and there will be little hindrance in taking over the property.

“Okay, I’ll find some more people tomorrow and ask around at a few more shops in town.” Brandon nodded. “I’ll ask around at a few shops on the black market that use foam plastic first.”

After Milton had arranged everything else, he turned around and returned to the base camp, where he ate, washed up, and prepared to sleep.

Before going to bed, Milton called over Lydia, who had been working there.

The young girl at the fruit stand seemed very reserved: "'Hell Tax Collector' sir."

Why are you shouting like that too...?

Milton sighed inwardly and said, "School will be starting soon. Once the chaos in town is over, you can go to school and put the work on hold."

"You should have saved enough for tuition by now."

"In the meantime, prepare the stationery you need for school and do some homework."

Lia's eyes welled up with tears: "Thank you..."

Milton waved his hand, went into his room, pulled up the covers, and went to sleep.

When Milton woke up the next morning, he had just arrived at the gate when he saw Flora already dressed and waiting at the gate.

They seemed extremely eager to take over the bar.

Why are you suddenly being so proactive?

"Haha!" Flora laughed awkwardly, not directly answering the question. "I just want to help you take over the checkpoint quickly and get the project you promised~"

Milton nodded and glanced outside: "They've already started work? So fast?"

Brandon, who had recovered about 70-80% of his strength, finally stood up from his wheelchair, put on heavy bulletproof gear, and said boastfully, "Boss, while you were sleeping last night, I went to a few more shops, found some old security cameras, and even got an old generator that no one else was using."

"All the electricians are working urgently right now. Let's be optimistic and we can install the first batch of cameras tonight!"

"I heard there are jobs available here and the security is pretty good, so a lot of people want to move here."

Milton nodded: "Not bad..."

Just as the group was packing their things and chatting, the guards outside the underground fortress suddenly knocked hard on the door.

“‘Hell Tax Collector’, there’s someone outside looking for you! Uh, it’s a kid.”

Milton paused, somewhat puzzled. "A child? What would a child want with me? Have you checked this child? Don't let your age lower your guard."

The enemy is a heinous gang that can weaponize anything, including children.

“Reporting, sir, no problem… We know him too. He’s the kid from the grocery store across the street, the same grocery store you helped yesterday. He’s probably here to thank you.”

The grocery store that got robbed yesterday.

Perhaps the children came to deliver gifts.

Milton suddenly realized—the grocery store owner's habitual bribery gestures showed that they were still quite alarmed by what happened yesterday.

However, Milton did not intend to accept the bribe.

Milton was not only physically disgusted by this behavior, but also because he disdained to make money off the poor—a dignified “Hell Tax Collector,” no, a dignified “Godfather,” charging taxpayers two bottles of beer for catching a thief—wouldn’t that make him a laughingstock?

Milton pushed open the door, intending to refuse the gift.

Upon seeing Milton's face, Neo excitedly shouted, "'Godfather'! I told you, the 'Godfather' would definitely see me, but my mother didn't believe me, humph!"

“A very energetic child.” Milton chuckled, glancing at the toy gun in his hand. “Is there something you need from me?”

Neo said with a serious expression, "Sir, may I join your team? I also want to become a prosecutor or a police officer. I want to fight the gangsters like my father, until I die!"

"I'm not afraid of pain, I'm not afraid of hardship, I can be very loyal, I can learn how to fire a gun, sir, please accept me!"

Neo held the gun in his hand, his expression one of intense longing.

Milton thought for two seconds and said very seriously, "I can feel your sincerity... but no. At least not for now."

Neo suddenly became anxious: "Why? Do I have any flaws? I can change them all. I'm very obedient. You can ask my mother!"

“To fight gangs, just knowing how to shoot isn’t enough,” Milton said. “More important than shooting is knowledge. You’re still young; you should be in school.”

Neo proudly raised his head: "I don't want to! A real man should die with honor on the battlefield!"

Milton was very patient. He pointed to Brandon and Flora beside him: "My shooting skills may not be much better than theirs, but the fact is, I'm leading them. I've only been here for a little over ten days and I've already brought the mob to a complete standstill. Why? Because knowledge has armed my mind."

"You are not afraid to die gloriously in war, which is good and commendable."

"But what we should do is let the enemy die in battle."

"Leave this 'glory' to the enemy; all I need is victory."

"In any case, at least study for one semester, and then make your decision."

Neo stood there, still not quite understanding Milton's words, but knowing that the other man wasn't just making excuses, he straightened his back and said, "Yes, sir! If I still want to be your soldier after studying for a semester, will you welcome me then?"

Milton nodded: "Then my team would be very happy to have you join us."

Fourteen years old might seem young in other countries, but it's enough here.

If he doesn't change his mind after reading the book, it means it's a well-thought-out decision, and Milton won't refuse such a loyal fighter. Milton can see the boy's resentment towards the gangsters and the kind of pursuit and love for "justice" that only young people have in their eyes.

A team always needs passionate people. If revolutionaries don't even have this much passion, then they shouldn't even think about a single spark starting a prairie fire; they might as well go home and farm.

"Great!!!" Neo was very excited, then pulled out a wooden cross from his pocket that looked quite well-made. "'Godfather', this is for you!"

Milton refused without even looking at it: "I don't accept bribes, and you are not allowed to accept bribes in the future."

Neo shook his head sharply: "This is not a bribe... This is a cross that the priest gave me when I went to church to pray this morning. I think it suits you better. God will bless you!"

The cross... was it a gift from the priest at the central church?

Milton was a little surprised that the church in this small place could be so generous. He scanned the cross with the panel but found nothing.

It's just an ordinary cross.

"Alright then." Milton smiled and nodded, took the cross, and patted the child's head. "Hurry home, get your stationery ready, school will start soon."

After Neo left excitedly, Milton looked the cross up and down.

“The cross…” Brandon leaned over for a look. “Boss, see this? This is a cross sent by God. He has hinted to you many times that you are fit to be the ‘Godfather’.”

“Indeed, compared to the nickname ‘Hell Tax Collector,’ ‘Godfather’ is better.” Milton hung the crucifix upside down on the wall. “How come he already has two nicknames after only a few days?”

Flora was getting a little impatient. She got into the car first, sat in the driver's seat, and patted the seat next to her: "It just proves that you're too strong, boss... Let's go!"

Soon, the four core members arrived near the bar with eight newly recruited police officers.

Just as they had guessed, even after a whole night had passed, no one dared to disturb the scene or enter the bar.

“The visibility is better during the day. ‘Bottle’, think of a plan to build barricades. Lutz, spread the word around and see if any residents in the vicinity are willing to join our camp.”

"Everyone else, stay alert. If any suspicious person approaches, issue only one warning. If they do not move away after the warning, open fire immediately!"

"no problem!"

The bar and its surrounding area were quickly brought under control.

Flora went inside first. After a night of ventilation, the bar was warm enough to keep people entertained for a long time.

This is also why Milton chose to leave last night – the lighting was poor, he couldn't go into the bar, and it would be too easy to be ambushed if he stayed outside.

After a quick scan and a plan of the first and second floors of the bar, Flora hurriedly went downstairs and searched each room carefully once again.

This time, she didn't seem to be getting familiar with the environment; rather, she seemed to be looking for something.

After searching for three minutes, Flora shouted excitedly from behind the ruins of the counter: "Boss, come and take a look! I knew we didn't search thoroughly enough yesterday. We've really struck it rich this time!"

Milton followed Flora over and found a tightly sealed wooden board, which was charred black, in a rather secluded storage room.

"This is?"

"This is a wine cellar!" Flora exclaimed excitedly in a low voice. "Luckily, the door to this room must have been closed at the time, otherwise we would have lost at least half a cellar of good wine! Boss, do you know how valuable wine is?"

“It has to be good wine.” Milton squatted down, opened the cellar door, and planned to use the panel to check how much this batch of wine was worth later. “So that’s why you were so excited all of a sudden. Oh, I see. Now I know where the nickname ‘Wine Bottle’ comes from.”

“You can’t say that!” Flora exclaimed, squeezing through the doorway first. “I don’t drink during work hours! I just realized there might be a wine cellar here, which could be worth some money. It’s a win-win situation!”

Flora seemed very familiar with the terrain; she merely glanced at the drinks outside before stepping deeper into the area.

"Holy crap! I saw a bottle of Haut-Brion! This is a good wine, from this vintage, I bet it's worth at least ten thousand dollars?"

"Bordeaux from Château Cheval Blanc? How can these gangsters drink so well? Well, they probably can't afford to drink it."

"Carlira whiskey...I like this!"

"You're rich, boss! I'm telling you, you're really rich! All the wine in here is worth at least $20!"

Most of the wines in the cellar are fairly ordinary, but there are also a few bottles of wines that cost hundreds of dollars, or even thousands or tens of thousands of dollars.

Milton scanned the panel and found that the total value of the wines in the cellar was indeed close to what Flora had said, over $20.

The only downside is that alcoholic beverages are classified as Level 2 prohibited items, so no red points are awarded.

Milton thought for a moment and called out, "Brandon, go get some soft stuff. There's some fine wine down here. Let's take it back and see if we can sell it for money."

Flora licked her lips and asked, "Could you keep two bottles? Isn't it a bit of a waste to sell them all?"

“Okay, if you really want to drink, just take whichever bottle you like, but you can only take one, and you can’t resell it.” Milton didn’t care much about this kind of thing and waved his hand. “With alcohol, only the highest-end ones have good circulation. Mid-range wines are hard to resell at their paper price, and most likely we’ll keep them for ourselves.”

Milton originally only intended to sell the high-value wines for money; there was no need to bother with the mid-range and low-end wines.

Flora's team has put in a lot of effort and deserves their salary. They should be given a bottle of high-end wine as a reward.

"Now I'm willing to work my ass off for you. Ah, what a great boss! We've never met such a good boss before."

"...Don't be so mushy, hurry up and move the things."

A few minutes later, Brandon came over from outside with several large pieces of foam board: "Boss, put the liquor in here."

Milton glanced at the styrofoam and casually asked, "By the way, has the price of this gone up? Shop owners should be very price-sensitive."

Brandon's expression turned serious: "The price has really gone up... Several merchants nearby are even stockpiling this stuff, hoping to resell it and make some money!"

(End of this chapter)