Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 95 Napalm Making Tutorial

A motorcycle suddenly drove past a house that looked very nice and was quite large, but seemed to have been neglected recently.

The people in the car jumped out, carefully pushed the car into the garage, looked around to make sure no one was following them, and then carried the large pile of styrofoam back into the room.

"You're back? Are you sure you don't have a tail?"

The Fan Kang gang members who were carrying styrofoam were not used to the room filled with the smell of gasoline, but they could only frown and endure it: "No, you know our anti-tracking capabilities, those people can't even detect us."

"The problem is, won't Milton, that madman, find out we're making weapons here secretly? This place is way too close to his headquarters."

The moment Milton's name was mentioned, the entire room was enveloped in fear.

At some point, this name, which they used to treat as a joke, now evoked fear in everyone just by being mentioned.

“It’s alright… Trust the boss, this place is perfect.” A gang member who was stirring fuel to thicken the gasoline said confidently, “The original owner of this place was killed by Milton, and Milton probably won’t care about someone who can no longer pay his taxes.”

"The remaining women and girls lost their support and offended Milton. No one else in the town dared to help them, so the area became a complete vacuum."

"The owner of this house used to be very rich, and the house is quite large, which is suitable for us to make these weapons."

"It's close to the old street, so once it's ready, we can launch it right there and escape immediately."

A gang member looked at the mangled female corpse in the room and sighed, "It's a pity that the girl ran away. I heard she went to school to hide. I'm worried that this will become a problem."

“How could she become a threat?” One man opened a bottle of beer and took two large gulps. “Who could she ask for help? The police? Does she have the money to bribe Pedro?”

“Milton? Does she dare? You know, Milton killed her father himself.”

"That girl is quite sensible. She knows that her father's actions will one day offend someone he absolutely cannot afford to offend... What a pity. Girls like that are the most fun to be with, haha."

"Forget about women right now. Let's finish the mission and get back. I don't want to stay in this wretched town for even a second longer. I'm worried about Milton coming to collect taxes every day. I can't even collect protection money. It's so boring!"

"Yeah, Charlie only stole $10, I heard Milton just drove a tank and shot him dead in the street... That madman."

“‘Hellish tax collectors,’ sigh.”

"Damn it, I hope we can burn him to death this time!"

Several Van Conn gang members, while sighing and cursing Milton, were frantically preparing napalm bombs.

To avoid attracting attention, they dared not let too much of the smell escape, resulting in the room being filled with an unpleasant odor.

After stirring for a while, the roar of a car engine suddenly came from outside the room.

One gang member complained, "Who the hell is speeding at night... If it were before, I would have gone out and shot him."

Despite feeling dizzy and sleepy, another person spoke up: "This car sounds like it has a lot of horsepower. There probably aren't many people in town who own one."

Does anyone in town own one of these cars?

After the question was asked, the room fell silent for a moment.

The answer to the question instantly swept away their dizziness and drowsiness.

"Holy shit! Milton!!!"

"Surrender!! Surrender now!!!"

Tell him we're willing to pay taxes!

"..."

However, no sooner had these words been uttered than the terrifying roar of the M2 Browning heavy machine gun rang out, and the concrete wall was pierced by 12.7mm caliber bullets as if it were a piece of paper!
Boom boom boom!
A gang member was shot in the abdomen and his body was severed in two, falling to the ground in a bizarre, broken position!
He wasn't even dead at first; he was still muttering "God." But soon, his head was blown off.

"Find cover, find a megaphone, quickly tell that madman outside we're going to throw..."

Before a gang member wearing a gas mask could even utter a word, he was struck by a hail of bullets, and half of his body was instantly turned into mincemeat.

The mangled arm spun and flew out.

At this caliber and at this firing distance, a glancing blow is fatal!
Moreover, there wasn't a single place in the entire room that could be used as cover.

"What's the point of surrendering now? Let's find a gun!"

"what--"

"..."

The room was filled with shouts and screams.

However, it was no use no matter what they did. After two rounds of gunfire, more than a dozen lives were taken away easily, leaving not a single intact body behind.

Milton, who was in charge of operating the machine gun, was experienced and knew that the enemy would likely choose to lie on the ground, so he not only swept the entire room but also made appropriate adjustments to the vertical angle of the machine gun.

The battle... no, the massacre lasted only 30 seconds before silence fell over the room.

The combat team outside the door jumped off the armored vehicle.

"Prepare to advance, but be wary of enemy manpower."

"There are flammable materials inside the room, be careful."

"receive."

"..."

Milton's squad quickly occupied the entire house, and no enemy survived.

The room full of napalm did not ignite—in fact, unless tracer bullets, which contain incendiary agents, are used, ordinary bullets are unlikely to ignite anything directly.

The scene in the movie where a single shot hits a fuel tank and it bursts into flames is almost impossible to achieve in reality.

"It feels so good not to have to fight in open battle..." Brandon said, looking at the corpses all over the ground. "Now this is what real combat is all about, just one machine gun to crush all the enemies."

Milton stared at the woman's body in the room for a while before looking away. "One person is missing. I heard from the pharmacy owner that he had a wife and a daughter. We'll search carefully for any other bodies nearby later."

"Ugh……"

“There’s no need to feel guilty,” Milton said calmly. “Just because a murderer has an innocent wife and children, does that mean we should let him go? What about the people he killed? We are law enforcement officers, and we must handle everything according to the law.”

"The pharmacy owner's crimes have already been judged, and he has paid his taxes and fines, so he is now my taxpayer... Therefore, the Fan Kang gang will pay the price for this. They dared to kill my taxpayer. They are finished."

Brandon said with a wry smile, "Boss, I know... but, just saying this makes me sound like a saint, doesn't it?"

Milton nodded: "Alright, then I'll come and see the napalm they've made."

Milton almost laughed after just one glance.

"This is way too rudimentary! It's basically a mixture of gasoline and plastic, with some random explosives thrown in—the most basic version! Are Fan Kang's gang a bunch of illiterate people?"

"Let me do it... I'll teach them how to make a fully-fledged napalm bomb that can be used against tanks and fortifications, and that can't be extinguished even if it jumps into water!"

(End of this chapter)