Chapter 13

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

Huh?

Someone flagging down the car?

Milton's nerves were highly tense at this moment; he subconsciously reached for the pistol at his waist.

Seeing the other party make no extra movements, he slowly pulled the car over, rolled down the window, and said vigilantly: "You, put your hands where I can see them, and state your business!"

Milton quickly scanned the surroundings, confirming there was no ambush.

Actually, Milton really had no energy to spare for other people's affairs right now, but he dared even less to let any unexpected situation arise.

This is the consequence of being at a disadvantage, with too low a margin for error.

Compared to wasting a bit of time, sudden incidents are even more unsettling.

Perhaps many people have had similar experiences — when focused on a difficult, complex task, any slight disturbance from others produces an extremely irritable mood.

Milton suppressed this emotion, staring at the man's hands, watching him approach step by step.

The man held his hands high, a fawning smile on his face: "In... Inspector sir, I have intelligence, I have very important intelligence!"

After he decided to sell out the pharmacy, he came to the area near this fruit stand to try his luck, because he heard an Inspector had just handled a smuggling case here.

Sure enough, he ran into an Inspector!

Milton scrutinized the man for two seconds, then said: "Speak. Don't move your hands randomly."

"I know a huge smuggling den, a huge one!"

This man wanted to hold out a little, exaggerate his story, lure the Inspector into asking further, so he could get a bigger intelligence fee.

Milton had no mind for investigating a case right now; knowing what the other party wanted to say had nothing to do with the Fan Kang Gang, he casually brushed him off: "Got it. Go back and wait for notification."

Finished speaking, he started to roll up the window.

The man got a bit anxious; he feared that if the news came any later, the Black Pharmacy would find a new protector, and he couldn't be bothered holding out, shouting: "Sir, that place is one of the biggest smugglers on Old Street, you go there once, you might score tens of thousands of Quetzals!"

Amid expectation and unease, that glass window stopped rolling up — Milton heard the three words "Old Street"!

In the police intelligence, the killer was hiding in Old Street!

Seeing this, the man felt a surge of joy — sure enough, no one could resist the temptation of tens of thousands of Quetzals!

However, before he could even name his price, he saw a pitch-black muzzle extend from the car window.

And Milton's calm voice: "Get in the car. Don't make any movements like reaching into your pockets."

The man, who only wanted to sell out the pharmacy for a sum of money, when had he ever seen such unreasonable behavior? He was instantly so scared he couldn't say a word, forcing his sore, weak arms to stay up, slowly walking to the other side of the pickup truck, mind blank as he climbed into the passenger seat.

You tell me this is an Inspector?

Even gangs are more reasonable than this...

Milton, holding the ready-to-fire pistol, meticulously completed a full body search of the man, confirming he carried no lethal weapons, then took out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed his wrist to the car.

Actually he isn't an unreasonable person; it's just that at this sensitive time, no amount of caution is excessive.

Milton was going to Old Street to find the killer; here a tipster suddenly appeared providing intel on the Black Pharmacy smuggling black medicine, and the Fan Kang Gang just happened to be in the drug business...

Milton couldn't connect these scattered clues into a coherent picture for now, so he simply assumed it was all a conspiracy, all potentially unfavorable to him!

"After verifying the clues, I'll give you your due share depending on the situation." Milton holstered his weapon and continued driving toward Old Street. "Now, tell me everything you know."

Seeing the muzzle move away, the man still didn't dare haggle, and hurriedly confessed everything about the Black Pharmacy in detail.

At the same time, a lingering fear gradually arose in his heart... this Inspector's methods, they're no different from a bandit's.

Is law enforcement really this forceful?

After hearing the man's statement, Milton muttered softly to himself: "Black Pharmacy, large smuggling amount, Old Street..."

Sounds like it should have some connection to the Fan Kang Gang.

Because the Fan Kang Gang is in the business of selling medicine.

Moreover, after receiving this "tip," Milton discovered that in the system's "Clues" column, the purchasable intelligence "Fan Kang Gang Killer Smuggling Illegal Weapons" had appeared.

Gritting his teeth, he spent 2000 points to buy this intelligence, and the system gave a prompt.

【In a hidden Black Pharmacy on Old Street, one might be able to find a clue related to the killers.】

Very vague... but at least it confirmed the general direction, confirmed the man hadn't filed a false report.

After deliberating a while, Milton planned to first follow the clues from this man and the system, and check out the Black Pharmacy in the Old Street District.

Better than searching blindly like a headless fly across the vast Old Street.

Anyway the killer is also hiding in this area; it's on the way, won't delay too much time.

If the Black Pharmacy and the Fan Kang Gang only have a simple supply relationship, he'll try to interrogate the pharmacy boss on how much he knows about the Fan Kang Gang, whether he knows where their safe house in Old Street is hidden, what weaponry is inside their safe house, and the possible room layout.

Even if he can only wheedle out a bit of vague information, it's worth it.

The importance of intelligence in CQB has been proven by countless lives.

And incidentally he can also earn some points.

If he discovers the Black Pharmacy and the Fan Kang Gang are deeply tied, he'll find a way to eliminate the people inside, lest they become a hidden danger when he raids the killer stronghold.

As long as he resolves this matter within an hour, it shouldn't have too great an impact on subsequent operations.

Boom!

The pickup truck started up and departed again.

Ten minutes later, the two arrived beside the narrow, filthy Old Street.

To avoid being overly conspicuous, Milton spent a few more points and exchanged for a set of old plain clothes; after changing out of his Inspector work uniform, he walked into Old Street under the man's guidance.

For safety's sake, Milton did not carry the previous M29 Revolver, but switched to a Ruger Mark 2 Pistol.

In case he needed to enforce the law violently later, this pistol would not let the gunshot spread too far, alerting the killers prematurely.

Seeing the Inspector was about ready, the man said attentively, "Sir, this way, I'll take you there! Everyone here is no good person, they only know how to suck the marrow from bones, you don't need to go easy on them!"

Milton followed the man deeper into the street, simultaneously examining the surroundings.

Very dirty, very chaotic, very poor, suspicious foul smells everywhere, the people here were generally exhausted and unhealthy, beggars, thieves, prostitutes, gamblers, drunks, swindlers, hoodlums could be seen everywhere, and quite a few motorcycles were parked by the roadside...

"No wonder they chose to hide here; fortunately I'm wearing old clothes, and after a busy day I'm not clean either, so I won't be overly conspicuous."

After walking for roughly one or two minutes, not having gone too deep into the street, this man stopped in front of a rusted iron gate.

Behind the gate was a very inconspicuous house, partially collapsed, the damaged parts merely covered with inferior sheet metal; a broken chimney puffed white mist, and one could faintly smell food and oil fumes.

Nothing unusual.

Milton nodded, stood in the iron gate's blind spot, and used his gaze to signal the man that he could begin.

Thump thump thump!

After three knocks, a small window on the iron gate opened.

A trace of doubt flashed in Old Shawn's extraordinarily weary gaze, masking the fear he had just hidden deep in his eyes: "Olivo, what are you doing back? Didn't you finish buying the medicine?"

Olivo's face showed a flash of annoyance: "Just now while eating, I put the screwdriver here and forgot to take it; you know, without this screwdriver, I won't be able to account for tomorrow's work at all!"

Shawn seemed somewhat distracted, lost in thought, and because Olivo was an old acquaintance who was usually scatterbrained, hearing this excuse, he didn't think much and just reached out to open the iron gate.

"Olivo, let me tell you, once you go in and get your stuff, hurry out, you don't know what's going on inside... mmph! Mmph!!!"

The poor old man didn't even finish his subsequent words before Milton, lying in ambush to the side, pounced, stuffing a twisted wad of cloth into his mouth.

At the same time he forcefully twisted his arm; under the intense pain, Shawn let out a heavy groan, fell on his back, and knelt on the ground.

Click!

Milton skillfully handcuffed Shawn, dragged him into a storage room of only about two or three square meters, and tied him up with rope.

Olivo looked at Shawn on the ground, expressing anger with his eyes, and felt not the slightest guilt toward this old man who had once saved his life.

Once this stinking old man dies, this Black Pharmacy collapses, and I get the Inspector's bounty, maybe I can even have a taste of his daughter before fleeing to the United States... anyway she's been raped before, one more time by me doesn't matter.

Money, women, the United States... freedom and a bright future!

Thinking of this, Olivo became even more attentive; he turned his head and said a sentence in English to Milton: "Sir, this way!"

PS: Guatemala's official language is Spanish.