Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 97 Our Fortress is Indestructible!
In Mexico, at the headquarters of the Van Cong gang, a group of people were frantically moving things, their previous arrogant demeanor completely gone.

Occasionally, you can see a few vehicles carrying supplies coming from the direction of Malakhan town.

Raul frowned deeply upon seeing this scene.

The current atmosphere within the Fan Kang gang is strange and divided—the lower-ranking and weaker gang members responsible for the Guatemalan side are all dejected.

However, most of the core members in charge of the Mexican side looked disdainful.

"They all look so dejected, is this a joke? A mere tax collector from that wretched place, Malakan, managed to make them look like that?"

"Yeah, what's so scary about it?"

"You can only say that trash is trash, too weak. We just finished fighting the Coco Gang... The Coco Gang had several heavy machine guns, RPGs, and hundreds of people including their outer members, hundreds of guns, and several armored vehicles. We still managed to shoot them into the sea to feed the sharks."

"Valta and Pedro are two pieces of shit. They get scared after being in the news and dare not maintain relations with us anymore? We haven't even settled the score with them for losing the medical van."

"We had already planned an attack, and it was canceled because of something so trivial!"

"An ant from a cesspool country really thinks too highly of itself."

The core members of Fan Kang's gang were very dissatisfied.

Raul waved his hand, interrupting the core members' complaints: "Alright, everyone, say less. If they won't cooperate with us, we'll find another checkpoint... Our business is still focused on Mexico. If we lose business in that lousy town, it won't have a big impact."

As long as the channels of communication with Mexico remain open, and as long as the relationship with the Sinaloa Group is maintained, opening up another smuggling route is not a problem at all.

Classified as a terrorist?
Why not just change the gang's name?
Milton's little tricks were indeed quite unexpected, but what was the point?

"Boss, the loss of these goods isn't the problem. The most important thing is our reputation. We have to get revenge!"

"If a lousy tax officer can ruin our business today and we can't do anything about it, even if we open up new routes in the future, we'll always have to worry about security issues."

This is also why Fan Kang's gang retaliates against anyone who dares to obstruct their business with the most violent methods.

Losing goods only means losing a partner and a sum of money... but if the retaliation is not done properly, it means that the cost of "doing business" in the future will become extremely high.

“Don’t let anger cloud your judgment,” Raul said calmly. “Now that we’ve confirmed that Milton took our batch of napalm, although it’s unlikely he’ll attack, let’s be on the safe side and take precautions against fire.”

"As for revenge... let's talk about it later."

"Our cooperation with the checkpoint fell through, but at least we still had some understanding on the point of working together to deal with Milton."

“I’ve heard that Varta has recently been recruiting all sorts of mercenaries—the kind who have fought in the Civil War, or are simply veterans. I believe it won’t be long before Milton is wiped out.”

One of his men scoffed, "That piece of trash Varta... what if he fails?"

The fact that Milton, who was originally all alone, had risen to this position made Van Conn's gang no longer very confident in the checkpoint's capabilities.

Raul chuckled emotionlessly: "It's better if we fail. We can take advantage of their weakened state and eliminate both sides... If conditions allow, we might even be able to replace them with a new, more obedient stationmaster."

"That's our geographical advantage... Milton can't just bypass the checkpoint and cross the border to attack us, can he?"

"Never mind it, it has nothing to do with us anyway, let Varta worry about it himself."

"A big shot from the Sinaloa Cartel is coming today. The most important thing is to make a good impression on such a big shot."

"Once our business grows big, we'll slaughter the entire town. We'll dissect the men and sell their organs, and we can do whatever we want with the women!"

"As for Varta, I give him face because he's the station chief, but if I don't, I'll turn him into a corpse in no time."

"What's a stationmaster? I'd kill even the mayor!"

"Make sure you're in good spirits and get ready to welcome our distinguished guests!"

"..."

Two hours later, a henchman ran over excitedly and reported to Raul, "Boss, Mr. Hector is here!"

Hector Salazar, nicknamed "The Blonde".

He had been working with Guzman for a long time and was one of the early allies of the Sinaloa Group. After Guzman's first arrest in 1993, Hector took over some of the cross-border operations.

He was a very important local leader!

Once Fan Kangbang gets in touch with him, he can get involved in the drug smuggling business and make a lot of money!
Raul immediately turned around—a large convoy of fully armed armored vehicles was approaching.

The machine gun with a shield on the roof and the soldier crouching in the back seat with an RPG all demonstrate the formidable strength of this team.

Even the lowest-ranking guards all wore bulletproof vests and carried AKMs with attachments!

Raul dared not put on airs anymore and quickly went to greet them, forcing a smile on his face as he waited beside the convoy.

Compared to a true warlord, his petty gangsters are nothing but a fart.

Hector, cigarette dangling from his lips, got out of the car and glanced around.

"Hmm... this place is not bad."

Raul quickly went up and began to introduce his impregnable fortress: "Of course... Look, this place is on higher ground. No matter which direction the enemy comes from, they will have to attack from below. There are also many sentry posts over there."

"We have heavy machine gun fire and RPG coverage in every direction! We're not afraid even if tanks come."

"All the buildings are made of reinforced concrete, and the core rooms are equipped with basements. Even if a mortar shell hits, it won't cause any damage. Goods are absolutely safe here."

“The Coco Gang once organized a forceful attack with more than 20 people, and they even brought mortars, but they were all killed, not a single one survived!” Hector chuckled. “But I heard that you recently lost a batch of incendiary bombs in that town?”

"Ahem..." Raul, who had just boasted so confidently, suddenly looked somewhat embarrassed. "This really isn't our fault! Our previous partners were truly two idiots..."

Hector's smile vanished abruptly, his face darkening. "I want solutions, not excuses! Tell me, how are you going to guarantee the safety of my goods? How are you going to ensure my transport trucks won't be burned?!"

Raul quickly took two steps back: "We have stored a lot of water in the underground reservoir, and there's a huge pile of sand over there. I guarantee that even if Satan's fire were to fall, it would be extinguished within three seconds!"

"And over there, we've purchased a lot of fire extinguishers..."

"Moreover, we also plan to open up a new smuggling route, and cooperation has already been initially established!"

"Don't worry, I guarantee this fortress is absolutely impregnable!"

Seeing the ample water supply and the brand-new fire extinguishers, Hector's expression finally relaxed, and he slowly nodded.

"Being cautious and taking precautions is very good."

"I've heard about what happened to you before."

“The people in Guatemala are indeed a bunch of useless trash. If they were on my turf, this tax collector would be found in a trash can within three days—along with his family and henchmen, stuffed into a trash can.”

“It was the right decision not to take this route; they certainly couldn’t protect my goods.”

"But... a mere tax official dares to be so arrogant, shitting on your head, are you just going to let it go like this?"

Raul gave a wry smile: "There's nothing we can do. Who told those cowards to be afraid of newspapers and worried about votes?"

"We'll kill any gubernatorial candidate!" Hector suddenly grinned maliciously, his facial muscles twitching involuntarily. "We're the Sinaloa Group, and we don't tolerate weakness towards the cops! No matter where they're from!"

"Becoming our friend has its advantages! Come, look at the first gift I've prepared for you: push those people down!"

Raul looked back.

Several Mexican government officials and police officers were roughly pushed out of the car by drug dealers, trembling with fear.

They are either frontline police officers involved in drug enforcement or officials who support drug prohibition.

"Record!"

“Don’t kill me!” one of the officials broke down. “I have a wife and children. I promise I will leave your territory… I promise I will never interfere with your business again!”

Hector stomped on his face and said mockingly, "It's alright, they'll be coming down to join you soon, to hell... no, to heaven. Be sure to thank the Sinaloa Group before God!"

"Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, the Sinaloa Group does not accept apologies, nor does it accept surrender!"

"don't want……"

"Please!"

Hector waved his hand, and the drug dealers immediately raised their guns and began firing at the group.

The people on the ground struggled to run, but how could their legs outrun bullets? They were all shot dead in no time.

The entire camp was instantly filled with the stench of blood!

Hector, seeing this scene, burst into laughter, grabbed Raul, and led him through the pool of blood to the camera, where he roughly gave Raul the middle finger.

"This is what happens when you become our enemy!"

“Milton Mings, remember my face, remember our name—the Sinaloa Cartel! And remember to clean your guts, so that when we throw you into the sea to feed the sharks, they won't eat your shit! Hahaha!”

"Did you hear that, you Guatemalan scum?!"

After recording, Hector waved his hand: "I heard that Milton once killed one of your men and sent you his head. It's alright... I'll send him this video later. I want him to live in fear for the rest of his life!"

Raul was so shocked by the scene that he was speechless—although he had killed police officers and officials, he had never dared to be so arrogant as to release the video.

Fan Kang's gang committed murder, and hanging the victim was mainly for deterrence. They would not admit to the crime, nor would they try to amplify the impact of the incident.

But... Mexican drug cartels don't care about these things at all!

Hector's smile faded, and he glanced at his convoy before saying, "My friend, don't make that face. This is just an appetizer. You can do this all the time. You can kill whoever you want, however you want... because we are powerful. Even the Mexican government's army can't do anything to us."

"I've saved a second gift for you."

“I will leave behind two armored vehicles, along with the personnel and equipment on them… You need to open a new smuggling route, which requires military deterrence, so consider this Sinaloa Group’s assistance to you.”

“If you perform well in the future, you will receive more of this kind of help... and we can also guarantee that the development of the Fan Kang gang will not be limited to such a small area.”

Raul glanced at the armored vehicles and knew that this was not only assistance but also surveillance.

But thinking of Hector's unbridled style, he was also filled with admiration, so he gladly accepted the gift: "Thank you for your generosity!"

Hector was pleased with Raul's obedience: "Remember, even if Jesus dies, the Sinaloa Cartel will stand forever. As long as you serve this giant ship, you will have more money than you can spend in your lifetime."

This can be considered a basic cooperation agreement...

Raul laughed too: "Welcome to the strongest defense line in Mexico-Guatemala! We have prepared a sumptuous dinner and fine wine to celebrate our cooperation!"

(End of this chapter)