Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 93: Power works miracles

Flora, who was rubbing her hands together while picking out bottles of wine, didn't quite understand: "What price? The price of styrofoam? This stuff is ridiculously cheap, why are you worried about this little bit of money?"

Milton turned around and said, "What if I told you that gasoline prices also rose without warning during this period?"

Flora asked instinctively, "What does gasoline have to do with styrofoam... Wait! You mean someone's making napalm?!"

Although NATO's regular army's napalm bombs are not simply made of gasoline and plastic, but rather thickened with aviation kerosene with a higher calorific value and materials such as polystyrene, polyisobutylene, and aluminum salts, she still understands the basic principles.

“Yes, the town has relatively low overall demand for these two items, so the price increase is definitely due to someone buying them in bulk.” Milton nodded. “If there’s a large demand for both of these items at the same time, I can’t think of anything else besides napalm.”

Flora put down her drink, her expression turning serious: "Then we need to act quickly, whether it's to stop the enemy from making this weapon or to eliminate this possibility."

At this moment, Lutz, who had already returned, interjected and asked, "Is it that serious? I don't think the Molotov cocktail is that powerful; it's usually just a visual effect?"

Flora shook her head: "Napalm is not an ordinary incendiary weapon. Let me tell you, it is actually much more powerful than white phosphorus incendiary bombs. Even the simplified version, if you get a little bit on it, it is very difficult to extinguish. Without special protective gear, if you get hit, you will either die or be maimed."

White phosphorus incendiary bombs are famous, but their actual power and toxicity are not as strong as imagined, or rather, it is not so simple to unleash their theoretical power.

This stuff is mostly used for producing smoke and light, and it's nothing compared to napalm, which can be thrown around, stays on any object and continues to burn, and has a certain degree of fluidity.

"...That's really scary!"

Milton placed the valuable liquor on styrofoam and carried it out of the cellar, while quickly issuing orders.

"You eight officers will stay at the bar. Someone must stand guard and keep watch. At the same time, try to win over the surrounding residents. If anyone who pays our taxes reports to the police, you must respond. If you encounter a problem that you cannot solve, report to headquarters. Don't cover up anything that happens."

"The rest of you, hurry up and move the stuff back. Make sure everyone, including the vendors under our control, pay attention to any relevant clues and write down the names of anyone suspicious who purchased foam plastic. Investigate them as quickly as possible."

After assigning tasks to the eight officers who remained at the bar, Milton and the others immediately got into their car and returned to the old street.

At this point, the electricians had already installed the surveillance cameras at the most important intersections and were conducting final testing.

Milton returned to headquarters, properly stored the drinks at Matteo's small bar, then summoned all the core members and announced the next order.

“We now have ample evidence to suspect that Fan Kang’s gang is manufacturing high-powered weapons against us. We need to quickly locate their manufacturing sites and destroy them, otherwise we will be in a very passive position.”

"Now that we have territory and industry, we can no longer think like before. We must guard against indiscriminate attacks by the enemy."

When Matteo heard that Van Kang's gang was up on something again, he immediately became unhappy: "Boss, you want to find clues, right? I'll get on it right away. I still have some influence in the old streets!"

Veronica stroked her chin: "But how are we going to investigate? Brandon, do you know any 'Sherlock Holmes' in the police department? Can you bribe him?"

Brandon shook his head with a wry smile: "They're all busy making money, there aren't any detectives in the police station."

"Although the police station and checkpoints are under pressure from above and have had to distance themselves from Fan Kang's gang, they certainly won't help us, and might even help cover up evidence..."

"How about we raid the police station, arrest Pedro, and force him to reveal the information?"

“That won’t do. Right now, the Fan Kang gang members are all hiding like rats, and they’re directly attacking the local police station and killing the chief. If things go wrong, it could attract the Guatemalan special forces (Kaibiles). We don’t have a way to fight them right now.”

"Indeed, warlords and drug dealers with connections can do this; our firepower is not enough for the time being."

"What should we do then? How do we investigate?"

Everyone at the scene was completely bewildered.

They may all be good at shooting, but none of them are good at solving cases.

Even if they mobilized the merchants to gather clues, they still couldn't understand them. At this point, Milton spoke up: "There's no need to solve the case. First, we don't have the expertise; second, the enemy is likely purchasing the goods in small batches from multiple people. Using the methods for solving murder and theft cases to solve this kind of case is too inefficient."

"Since the enemy is using clumsy methods to procure goods, then we'll use clumsy methods to investigate the case too."

"Investigate thoroughly! A vigorous effort can work miracles!"

"Anyway, there aren't many people in this small town. We'll follow up on who buys styrofoam during this period!"

Matteo was very enthusiastic: "I'll go ask right now!"

Milton nodded: "Be careful to conceal yourself. Don't let the enemy discover you while you're tracking. If you think you're about to be exposed, abandon the tracking immediately. It's better to fail the mission than to alert the enemy."

"Roger that!"

“Brandon, go and prepare some funds to give a $5 reward to everyone who provides a valid lead afterward.”

"Roger that!"

"Ask anyone with connections about fuel dealers on the black market to see if they can find out who is buying gasoline on a large scale. Don't make your intentions too obvious, lest you get tipped off."

“Napalm bombs require explosives for ignition and dispersion. There might be an increase in demand for explosives with similar functions. ‘Ghost Wolf’ is already one of our men. The enemy won’t get supplies from him, but that doesn’t mean they won’t get supplies from others. ‘Bottle,’ you’re more familiar with these types of explosives, so you’ll handle this.”

Milton issued orders methodically, going through all possible solutions for finding clues, and carried out the "investigation" plan to the end.

"receive……"

"..."

Soon, everyone began to take action.

Milton sat in his room, pondering a solution while waiting for his men to report back.

With such a large-scale investigation that spares no effort, it is not difficult to obtain even a clue.

As long as there is a clue, the panel's function can be activated, and Milton can spend money to buy more accurate intelligence. This cycle continues, and in no more than 3 days, he will be confident in pinpointing the enemy's location.

Three hours later, there was a knock on Milton's door.

"You're here? So soon." Milton looked up. "Come in."

However, the people who came in were not those who were going to carry out the investigation, but the beautiful reporter, Olya.

Milton was a little puzzled. Wasn't this person, who was quite knowledgeable in photography, temporarily assigned to build the "Sky Eye" system? Why did he suddenly come here?
Olya noticed Milton's confusion. She sat down in front of him and said, "I heard you're investigating something about polystyrene foam, is that right?"

“Yes.” Milton nodded.

“Hmm… well, I might have what you’re looking for here.” Olya waved the disk in her hand. “I just looked at it and found a few suspicious people.”

Milton frowned. "I remember the cameras were just installed, weren't they? Did you go outside and film this yourself?"

In his spare time, the reporter would go outside to continue searching for news material, which Milton allowed.

“No.” Olya shook her head. “It’s a videotape from the old street, from two hours ago.”

Milton was stunned for a moment, then looked at me with a mix of amusement and exasperation: "...Don't tell me that these idiots in Van Came's gang are trying to play dirty tricks on me?"

P.S.: There will be another show tonight, around 23:30 PM, just like before. I'm going to eat now~
(End of this chapter)