Chapter 11: Taxes Only Within Machine Gun Range

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

After making his decision, Milton turned his head directly and looked at the police officer inspecting the scene nearby.

"How many people are there in this gang of thugs?"

That officer glanced at his superior, received permission, then responded in a serious tone: "Based on the scene clues, it should be two motorcycles, six people in total."

At the same time, he also accused Milton: "Your checkpoint shouldn't have let such an obvious target through; this is a serious dereliction of duty."

It wasn't me who let them through.

And that officer wasn't any good person anyway; dead is dead.

Milton didn't feel sorry for this "sacrificed" officer, but continued asking: "What about weapons? What weapons did they use?"

"The scene clues are insufficient to determine for now." The officer glanced at the record book in his hand, "But based on the bullet models and our known information about the Fan Kang Gang, we speculate there's a very high possibility it's TEC-9 submachine guns."

"We can be certain their guns have all been fully automatic modified, and they should be using large-capacity drum magazines."

"Automatic sears are such strictly controlled items; your checkpoint should pay more attention!"

"…"

The infamous Intratec TEC-9, simple structure and reliable, firing 9x19mm ammunition. But logically it's just a semi-automatic "pistol."

It's just that it's cheap and really too suitable, and too easy to fully automatic modify, so it became one of the weapons most favored by gangs everywhere.

A simple automatic sear can make this "semi-automatic pistol" fire fully automatically, with a rate of fire up to over 600 rounds per minute!

The firepower is extremely fierce.

Or rather, it's just a micro submachine gun.

One can imagine that unlucky officer was probably shot into a sieve right away.

After confirming the enemy's firepower, Milton ignored the officer's complaints and continued asking: "Besides that, is there anything else? Like bulletproof vests? Like grenades?"

In his previous life he was considered a bit of a military enthusiast, and at this moment this knowledge came in handy, allowing him to ask some key information at critical moments.

The officer looked at Milton like he was looking at a madman: "They have that money, wouldn't it be better to find a way to buy a black ship ticket or train ticket to the United States? Do you know how expensive a bulletproof vest is?"

Milton was stunned for a moment, then immediately came to his senses—in this day and age, bulletproof vests are still a very expensive, very rare strategic material.

Even a set of NIJ Level III bulletproof equipment with relatively lower protection level costs at least 10,000 US Dollars here, and often there's no market even with money.

Around 2010, after Dongda's full industry chain came into play, did the corresponding equipment get driven down to a low price of a few thousand RMB per set.

In this day and age, which gang is willing to give their underlings a consumable item costing 10,000 US Dollars per set?

That's a huge sum that the vast majority of people couldn't save in a lifetime.

After confirming the enemy had no armor, Milton breathed a sigh of relief… this counts as one of the few pieces of good news.

Many people misunderstand bulletproof vests: either they think someone wearing a bulletproof vest can immediately grow tall and ignore bullets; or they think bulletproof vests are useless, and being hit by a bullet still means "broken ribs" and serious internal injuries.

Actually, both are wrong.

Ballistic standards strictly stipulate the degree of backface deformation of the insert plate after being hit by close-range direct fire, that is, the force of impact on personnel—unless a low-grade insert plate is used beyond its protection standard to block bullets exceeding its standard, otherwise even a close-range direct shot at 15 meters won't cause fatal or disabling injuries to personnel.

Of course, pain, disability, and even minor internal bleeding are unavoidable; bulletproof insert plates themselves are consumables, can be damaged, and there are protection vacuum areas between plates, so the claim that wearing one equals invincibility is equally one-sided.

"If the enemy wore bulletproof vests, it would really be troublesome… Fortunately! Six micro submachine guns, no armor, under ambush conditions, there's still hope of victory."

Milton sighed in relief in his heart, and asked the last key question: "Which direction did they go?"

The officer looked at the booklet in his hand, pointed toward the direction of the town: "Based on current scene traces and testimonies provided by eyewitnesses, they should have hidden in the town."

Milton pressed further: "More specifically?"

What, why are you asking so many questions, are you going to investigate a case?

Your checkpoint's ass isn't even clean yet.

The officer glanced at his sheriff superior again, and only after seeing the superior nod did he reluctantly continue: "We don't know the exact location, but we guess it might be around the Old Street black market, hiding in some safe house."

"But guesses are just guesses; we still have to follow procedure, shrink the encirclement from the periphery, and advance slowly; otherwise if there's a misjudgment, it's equivalent to letting them escape."

"Old Street has smuggling black pharmacies, black markets, underground casinos, brothels, drug addicts… it's very chaotic; if you go there, you need to be careful."

Milton turned, opened the car door, threw back a "Thank you" from afar, then immediately floored the accelerator and raced toward the direction the police indicated.

At least at this moment, Milton had gained a certain, slight information advantage over the assassins!

Must mobilize as soon as possible, and make the most of this advantage.

Final victory might just be accumulated from one unnoticeable small advantage after another.

Watching the departing pickup truck, that grassroots police officer looked at his superior and asked somewhat dissatisfied: "Boss, why are we cooperating with them so much? Who knows if the checkpoint is colluding with those gangs?"

The sheriff didn't look up, slowly recording something, and slowly asked back: "Then how do you know for sure whether the police station is colluding with those gangs or not?"

Who knows if the police station has been corrupted or not?

The officer chewed on these words and suddenly felt a chill!

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Milton gazed ahead, planning to open the panel after reaching a place with better road conditions, and redeem equipment while rushing.

He didn't trust the police's so-called "encirclement," nor did he think they could really find the assassins.

To appease the officers' anger and to give the citizens an explanation, no one dares openly protect the assassin who killed an officer; the frontline officers are indeed investigating seriously, no problem.

But what about the officials at the top of the police station? What about the other officers forming the encirclement?

Does Milton dare to bet his life that the top of the police station and the checkpoint have no collusion with gang forces at all; dare to bet that not a single link in the encirclement has been bought off?

If any link goes wrong, the outcome is collapse.

And in such a corrupt place, problems arising is practically a 100% certainty.

Entrusting one's hope of survival to others, pinning hopes on ethereal luck?

Absolutely impossible!

Milton is going to personally go and take out the safe house where the killers are hiding!

The pickup truck sped toward the town; seeing that the road conditions ahead were good and there were few pedestrians or vehicles, Milton did not hesitate and immediately opened the panel.

Arrived at the weaponry exchange page.

PS: In 1994, the ballistic protection standard used should still have been NATO NIJ 0101.04, but for ease of understanding, I have uniformly used the 06 standard here.