Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 98 You remind me of the Maginot Line

“Milton Mings, remember my face…”

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

"..."

In the underground fortress of the old street, Milton calmly watched the images uploaded by the player: the corpses and Hector's provocation.

Milton did not say a word until the entire video was played.

The others in the room were also remarkably silent, a flicker of fear crossing their faces—not fear of the enemy, of course, but fear of Milton.

Brandon swallowed hard and glanced at Milton out of the corner of his eye.

"Heh heh." Milton suddenly chuckled.

The laughter sent chills down one's spine...

"Boss, we, we..."

“Our new friends don’t seem very friendly,” Milton said, still smiling, “but overall they’re very welcoming.”

"Boss..."

Milton interrupted Brandon and continued, "A very original way of greeting. I like his creativity and his brain."

"Did he and Fan Kang celebrate their successful collaboration? But their camp looks rather deserted and not lively enough."

"Besides, it's not good for guests to come all this way, and it would seem so impolite of us to just shout through a video call. Since we're already here, let's go see this friend today."

"I hope our friend hasn't left yet tonight, otherwise I'll be very disappointed."

Brandon knew Milton was genuinely angry, and dared not joke around as he usually did. He could only cautiously ask, "Um, boss... how should we attack? Judging from this video, their fortress doesn't look easy to take."

Milton turned his head, still smiling: "Yes, this fortress does look tough to take, reminding me of an old friend who was just as tough to conquer."

"what?"

"How many years ago... ah... yes, more than 50 years ago, a certain country in Europe built an impregnable Maginot Line."

Although Van Comand's fortress and the Maginot Line were tactically different, in the end, it all boils down to one sentence—Sir, times have changed.

After this joke about France was made, the atmosphere in the room finally lightened a bit, and many people couldn't help but laugh.

“Boss…” Brandon smiled, “So when do we set off?”

"Now, everyone, put on your gear and night vision goggles, and assemble at the garage!"

While Raul was urgently evacuating the remaining assets in Malacan and holding a victory celebration with his new allies, Milton was also busy during this time.

Pedro's core team was almost completely wiped out, the checkpoint expanded its military equipment at an alarming rate, and Milton's team seized the assets that once belonged to Van Conn's gang with almost no resistance.

Red points surged, and the size of the faction finally reached the minimum threshold for exchanging flying vehicles.

Milton didn't hesitate and immediately spent all his red points to redeem an LAV-25 infantry fighting vehicle and 10 rotorcraft.

It's a true armored vehicle, equipped with a 25mm autocannon and two M240 machine guns, capable of taking down enemies silently; considering the enemy might have RPGs, this infantry fighting vehicle is also fitted with reactive armor!
American-style eight-wheeler.

I feel incredibly safe sitting inside!
Of course, in order to accommodate all this equipment, Milton also purchased a large plot of land as a new garage.

Gyrocopters are relatively easy to operate, do not require airports for takeoff and landing, and are extremely safe. Flora and her friends conducted intensive training exercises and quickly trained several qualified "pilots." They learned how to fly and drop bombs in general by rote memorization.

Soon, the combat team quietly set off, and no one noticed this convoy that did not travel on the road.

The infantry fighting vehicles led the way, followed by armored vehicles and several off-road vehicles, carrying most of the firepower Milton had accumulated over the past few days—light and heavy machine guns, rocket launchers, recoilless rifles, mortars… and the remaining napalm bombs that the rotorcraft couldn’t carry.

The faster aircraft will depart later.

After some time, people near the old street heard a loud sound of propellers cutting through the air and engines running.

beep...

Many people curiously stuck their heads out of the window to see what was going on, but a quick glance revealed nothing.

While gyroplanes are simple and safe, and not too picky about takeoff locations, their drawbacks are also obvious—they fly slowly and are noisy.

But... it's nighttime now!
Night is the best camouflage.

Milton's team leaves luminous markers as they travel to prevent gyroplane pilots from getting lost.

……

The gyroplane pilots followed the convoy's markings for quite some time, and finally, at 22:23 p.m., they spotted Milton's convoy waiting in place, ready to attack, and a brightly lit fortress in the distance.

That's the headquarters of the Fan Kang gang!
The pilots, who had grown up in the town, had never carried out an "air raid" mission before, especially since the target was Fan Kangbang, who had robbed them for many years. They were extremely excited and did not hesitate at all. Following their training memories, they rushed straight towards the target.

Don't be fooled by the noise of helicopters and gyroplanes; when you hear them, they're probably already overhead!
Meanwhile, the Fan Kang Gang's camp was still holding a celebration. Members of the Fan Kang Gang and Sinaloa Cartel drug dealers were eating barbecue, drinking fine wine, playing music, and kicking heads, having a great time.

They will soon enjoy the greatest fruits of victory in defeating the Coco Gang and become rich immediately.

The two leaders ate their main meal in the largest and most comfortable room, while the core members could eat meat and drink wine around the campfire...

As for those good-for-nothings who slunk back from Malacan, they can only stand guard and are not entitled to any enjoyment.

A burly man, half-drunk, staggered to his feet, found a spot, pulled down his pants, and prepared to urinate.

That's how it is when you drink beer, you poop while you're drinking...

"Hiccup... What's wrong with the Earth today? Why is pee flying into my mouth? How strange! Hiccup!"

No, it's not a problem with gravity, it's the wind! The wind is too strong.

Where did such a strong wind come from?

The gang member looked up in confusion, rubbing his eyes... Wait, what's that in the sky?
Helicopter?
Wait, that’s not right!
His drunkenness vanished instantly!
call out……

The tail fins of the missile slicing through the air came from nearby, and a rather rudimentary-looking "bomb" happened to hit him.

boom!
The sound of explosives exploding violently rang out, and an orange-red fireball rose up instantly. Hundreds of kilograms of napalm were ignited, and the gelatinous fuel radiated outwards in all directions.

More than a dozen towering pillars of fire suddenly rose from the ground, and the raging napalm bomb firepower instantly engulfed the core area of ​​the Fan Kang gang!

The burly man was covered in flames, screaming as he desperately tried to pat the flames off his body. However, he found to his despair that the gel-like fuel was impossible to remove, and he even managed to slap some of the flames onto other people, causing a series of screams!
He tried rolling on the ground, but only managed to spread the fuel evenly all over his body.

Soon, he became completely still and collapsed beside the campfire along with the roasted meat.

The bombing continues.

boom! boom! boom!
Amidst the screams, someone finally managed to make out what was in the sky by the light of the fire.

"Helicopter!"

"Where did this helicopter come from?! Could it belong to the insurgents?!"

The gangsters screamed repeatedly, but being desperate criminals, and many of them not having been drinking, they managed to react and grab their guns to fight back.

"Fire! Get the machine guns from the armored vehicles and mow them down, these bullets aren't very powerful! Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!"

"Go find water!"

"You idiot, don't use water, use sand to bury it! And a fire extinguisher!"

"I have a rocket launcher!"

Although many people had realized what was happening, their organization was still in chaos, with only a few lines of gunfire firing haphazardly upwards.

Several RPG rockets fired also missed their target.

To be honest, unless it's a helicopter hovering at low altitude, the hit rate of using an RPG to shoot down an aircraft is not much different from using an RPG to shoot down the moon and the sun.

Without tracer rounds, in complete darkness, firing machine guns would be futile. Besides, the pilots wouldn't be foolish enough to engage in a dogfight; they would drop their bombs and fly away to their designated location to reload.

The "impregnable" fortress was engulfed in flames, and the sounds of wailing filled the air.

"They seem to have flown away..."

Several drug dealers, covering their mouths and noses and enduring the high temperature, staggered and opened the door of an armored vehicle whose fire was not as intense: "Take shelter in the armored vehicle and wait for the fire to pass!"

However, as soon as they got on the bus, a chilling scene unfolded.

That small, seemingly insignificant burning area was now glowing red-hot!

Immediately afterwards, the armor that could withstand machine gun bullets melted and was punctured right before their eyes, and the glue-like fuel adhering to the car dripped down little by little, igniting the entire vehicle.

The armored vehicle was burned through?!

What kind of fire is this? It was supposed to be so strong that it couldn't even burn a regular car!

The drug dealer who only knows how to use Molotov cocktails is already out of his mind.

But they didn't need to think too much, because the fire ignited the ammunition on the armored vehicle, and three seconds later they were flying into the sky along with the armored vehicle.

The other gang members in the camp who were lucky enough not to be in the blast radius were also busy and overwhelmed. Some of them only had a little bit of flame on their arms and didn't pay attention at first, until the intense burning pain came.

A gang member whose clothes were stained with napalm, seeing that rolling on the ground was useless, shouted to his companions, "Fire extinguisher! Where's the fire extinguisher!"

Upon hearing this, the other person immediately picked up a water-based fire extinguisher and sprayed it at his companion.

What was originally a small patch of flame instantly turned into a fire net, with a large amount of fuel spreading backward in a fan shape along with the water mist sprayed from the fire extinguisher.

Those standing behind who were not originally on fire were also splashed with flames, which triggered another round of screams.

"Damn it... the fire extinguisher didn't work!"

"Bury it with sand!"

A gang member buried his arm in the sand, but flames shot out through the cracks in the sand, scorching his face.

"The fire is almost turning the sand into glass!"

"Jump into the water!!!"

Many people whose clothes were on fire looked at the pool and jumped in one after another.

However, the gang members and drug dealers standing on the shore were horrified to see that the terrifying flames continued to burn even when submerged in water, and soon boiled the entire pool of water.

They watched helplessly as several people screamed, writhed, and died in the boiling water.

Those gang members, still engulfed in flames and struggling to save themselves, finally realized a devastating truth—they were already dead.

There is no way to extinguish this flame; it will continue to burn until everything is completely burned away.

Anyone whose clothes catch fire will inevitably be helplessly watched as they are consumed by the flames, with no way to save themselves.

Of course, there are still quite a few people who only have their limbs on fire who, with a heavy heart, cut off the burning parts to physically isolate the fire source.

"..."

The chaos lasted for seven or eight minutes.

The fire finally began to show signs of subsiding.

Only when the screams gradually subsided did Raul, Hector, and a high-ranking drug dealer cautiously push open the door in the center of the camp and look outside.

All I could see were charred corpses, and all I could smell was a disgusting stench.

They were really lucky, because their room was one of the few buildings that wasn't hit by the bombing in the previous round.

"Who is this? Who is attacking us?" Sweat beaded on Raul's forehead from the heat; he was bewildered and panicked. "Why is there a helicopter? Why aren't the fire extinguishers working?"

There are very few forces in this area that can afford to use helicopters.

Raul asked himself that he had absolutely no conflict of interest with them, nor had he offended them.

Hector forced himself to calm down, mentally listing which of his opponents would have such power: "Could there be a traitor in the group who betrayed my whereabouts? Or could it be the Mexican government forces... But that's impossible, they wouldn't use such a weapon."

He thought for a long time, but he still had no clue.

"No matter what, let's organize the troops and defend the fortress first..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the sound of propellers suddenly came from the sky.

Raul slammed the door shut and pulled Hector into the room.

Boom boom boom!
Ten gyroplanes flew in, and another round of bombing began!
The fortress, which had already shown signs of dying down, was once again completely engulfed in flames!

It's over... My core combat team is completely wiped out.

They didn't even have a chance to fight before they all perished in the flames, suffering excruciating pain for several minutes before dying a miserable death!

Raul forced himself to endure the heartache and dizziness, and together with Hector, they went to the room and reached out to open the basement door.

“Mr. Hector, the fire outside is too big, and the smoke seems to be poisonous. Let’s take shelter inside first.”

Hector, still thinking it might be his enemy, an enemy of the Sinaloa Group, felt a little guilty. He patted Raul on the shoulder: "It's alright. The enemy only bombed the core area of ​​the fortress. They don't seem to have enough ammunition to cover the outer positions. As long as we hold on, my reinforcements will be here soon."

To prevent any unforeseen circumstances and to guard against Raul, Hector ordered some of his men to immediately set off for this location if he did not return within 24 hours.

Unexpectedly, it actually came in handy.

"Cough cough... I hope they arrive soon!"

"You did a great job. As long as you get through this crisis, the group will help you. The group will compensate you for all the combat power you lost. And the people who planned this attack, I guarantee, I guarantee, they're finished!"

"It's alright. As far as I know, flames cause very little damage to buildings. Let's hide in the room for a while and bear with it..."

Before Raul could speak, his gaze suddenly froze.

Not far above him, he saw the gray concrete surface begin to turn red, and some mirror-like reflective spots appeared... Was the quartz in the concrete beginning to vitrify?!

How can this be?

Just how hot are the flames outside?!
boom!
The next second, a hole with a diameter of 5 centimeters blasted out of the ceiling, and the softened and sagging of the rebar inside the concrete could be clearly seen with the naked eye, and even molten droplets appeared.

The blasted gray cement powder and solidified gasoline were poured into the room and landed on the drug dealer in front of him.

The drug dealer was immediately engulfed in flames and collapsed with a scream.

Armor was useless, water was useless, fire extinguishers were useless, sand was useless, and even reinforced concrete houses were useless!
Does physics no longer exist?

"This isn't fire..."

"This is Satan's spittle!"

Raul dared not look again, turning to flee for his life: "Quick, get to the basement!!!"

……

Not far away, Milton sat on an armored vehicle, observing the enemy's burning headquarters through binoculars, and nodded with great satisfaction.

"The airstrike was a great success."

"Armored vehicles lead the charge...prepare for a land attack."

"I hope that after tonight, I will never hear the words 'Fan Kang Gang' again."

P.S.: Three chapters, but the word count is the same, still 1 words.

(End of this chapter)