Chapter 17: Taxes Are Only Within Machine Gun Range

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

Old Street Sewer, Pharmacy.

Before "Boss" and Police Officer Brandon, a tall Mexican was holding a scraper, bit by bit smearing that pool of blood on the ground onto the wall.

No, that wasn't blood.

It should be said, it was a "hash" made of flesh, organs, bones, and other miscellaneous human tissues beaten together.

Just now, these cruel Mexicans, in front of everyone in the pharmacy, chopped a fruit stand owner into a "mush."

The only one who could be considered lucky was Liya, who had gone to the canteen to eat and did not witness this scene with her own eyes.

I don't know if she hid well, I don't know if she was caught by these thugs...

This poor child... her parents both died at the hands of the Fan Kang Gang, and their deaths were all miserable.

Even though they had heard before about the Mexicans' cruelty, they never expected this cruelty could be bloody to such an extent.

Brandon tried hard to control his anger, control the impulse to draw his service pistol and kill these few pieces of trash.

He couldn't beat the gang members holding submachine guns, and even if he could beat them, he didn't dare to fight.

No one could withstand the Fan Kang Gang's revenge.

But Liya was a kind, good child; she shouldn't have to face such a cruel reality...

The Mexican finally spoke: "This is the price of opposing us, what do you think, Officer?"

Brandon gripped his pistol tightly and said coldly: "He didn't oppose you; is this the style of you Mexicans, only knowing to bully innocent people to show off your strength?"

"I only know our people died in his fruit shop..."

Before the words finished, a terrifying explosion sound suddenly came from outside the door!

Bang bang bang!

That was the sound of automatic rifle fire!

A gang member shouted: "Chris is dead!"

Immediately after, a panicked voice came from outside the door: "Boss, what do we do, charge in?"

The tall Mexican who had just been spreading putty while spouting harsh words picked up a submachine gun and charged out the door, viciously saying: "Charge! Take him out!"

Only a few confused people were left in the pharmacy, exchanging glances with each other.

No one knew what had happened.

Why would someone suddenly attack here?

Could it be the police? Impossible, they don't have that kind of efficiency...

Amidst intense gunfire, shouting, and even explosion sounds, the people in the pharmacy were both fearful and helpless, completely unable to guess what was happening outside.

Could it be another gang in conflict with the Fan Kang Gang?

But they weren't confused for long.

Just over a minute later, the gunfire completely ceased.

Ten seconds later, the pharmacy door was pushed open.

Thud... a man was thrown into the pharmacy like a dead dog.

This was the gang member who had just been spouting harsh words at them, acting high and mighty; now he lay on the ground, no more dignified than a pig awaiting slaughter.

What about the others, are they all dead?!

This... they had a full six people; in such a short time, were they all taken care of?

Five people killed in one minute... even killing chickens isn't that fast!

Brandon's pupils shrank slightly; he looked up at the person walking in, and then he was stunned again.

The Inspector he had met at the fruit stand not long ago!!!

Could it be him?!

Milton held his tactical helmet in his hand, moved his sore neck, pointed at the killer on the ground, and asked: "Are there any of their accomplices here?"

Brandon's tone was extremely complex: "You, you killed how many people?"

"Five." Milton looked at this familiar officer, turned to Liya and smiled, "Little girl, your acting isn't bad."

Milton didn't care about this kind of concealment that harmed no one and was only for self-preservation, and he understood it just the same.

Five, meaning Milton killed five powerful enemies within one minute and captured one alive... was he really just an Inspector?

It seemed this Inspector had no teammates!

Brandon subconsciously retreated half a step: "That's all of them."

"Hmm... by the way, Liya's father?" Milton nodded, glanced left and right, "Is he still here?"

Just now the killer said they had already dismembered Liya's father, but Milton wouldn't fully believe what a person says before dying; that was very likely a lie.

"Boss" was silent for a moment, briefly saying: "He's gone."

He's gone.

Liya's face turned deathly pale, she staggered, and almost couldn't stand, falling to the ground!

Milton didn't say anything else, grabbed the killer's head with one hand, and directly pressed it into the water sink beside them.

After a full thirty or forty seconds, Milton lifted the struggling killer, reached out and took a pair of pliers from the table, and forcibly pulled out one of his front teeth directly from his mouth.

The poor killer had just escaped suffocation and hadn't had time to cough up the water in his lungs when he felt a heart-rending pain!

Immediately after, his fingernail tightened, and a hard lump flew off his finger.

Can't breathe... hurts... hurts so much...

Suffocation, tooth extraction, nail extraction... the killer's muddled brain couldn't help but admire himself as truly a hard man, to not confess under such torture.

Wait, no, confess to what? Did this Inspector even ask any questions?!

What am I enduring, and what is he beating me for?

"Ah!!!" the killer immediately screamed, "You ask, I'll speak, I'll say anything, I'll say anything!!!"

Milton said coldly: "Milton Mins, Ramessia Inspection Station Inspector, Inspector ID 10983, because you and your accomplices carried unregistered controlled weapons across the border, and engaged in violent tax resistance, now I must issue you a citation."

"You have the right to remain silent, but everything you say will become court evidence." Milton spoke to here, then hurriedly stopped, "Wrong... I'm not a police officer. Sorry, you have no right to remain silent, as an Inspector, my power over tax evaders is unlimited."

Milton took out a citation, wrote an astronomical figure of 100,000 US Dollars on it, and threw it onto the killer's face: "This is the fine for you destroying Inspection Station assets, smuggling weapons, and violent tax resistance. Any objections?"

These killers definitely didn't have that much money on them, but it didn't matter, whatever could be collected would be collected.

"No, none!"

"Good, where is your money?" Milton asked with a smile, "I suggest you think clearly before answering. If I don't collect the full tax payment, even if you hide in a Prison... no, even if you hide in Hell, I will find you. Don't think I'm trying to scare you."

The killer had long been scared out of his wits, and confessed without the slightest hesitation: "In, in the... room on the East Side of the Central Church, buried under the Chimney..."

Listening to the two's question and answer, the other people in the pharmacy only felt their brains had been violated.

An Inspector, wielding automatic weapons and killing indiscriminately, even using Grenades, just, just for tax collection?!

An absurd thought spread from their hearts — from now on anything goes, can steal, can swindle, even kill... but absolutely cannot evade taxes!

Otherwise the Inspector might kill your whole family.

In a small town relying on border trade, all taxation cannot escape Customs Duty!

Milton continued asking: "Where is the Fan Kang Gang camp? What is your firepower like?"

"The camp is in the Forest on the Mexico Side, to come over this side must pass through the Checkpoint... but it won't take much time, 30 minutes to arrive."

"Yes, yes, there are Heavy Machine Guns, Mortars... and Armored Vehicles! But recently, we... they are in a Gunfight with another Gang, many weapons aren't at the camp, you know, Gangs also have business on the Mexico side."

Armed Gang, firepower sufficient... currently unable to engage head-on.

Fortunately, Fan Kang Gang people coming over must pass through the Checkpoint, and there's Horn as an Informant inside the Checkpoint, able to get a bit of Intelligence in advance.

"..."

Milton nodded, turned to look at the pharmacy "Boss", and asked: "The money on him probably isn't enough to pay taxes, are there any merchants in the black market who buy living people? Let me see how much he can be sold for."

The whole venue fell silent once again.

Everyone became even more determined in the thought that they absolutely cannot owe taxes, especially Customs Duty.

Look at this, what kind of words are these, selling a living person to make up the tax payment... is this something a law enforcement officer would say?

The "Boss" shook his head, voice hoarse: "He's Fan Kang Gang's, no one dares to take him."

Alright.

Milton regretfully shook his head, simultaneously raising his Muzzle, aiming at the killer.

Fear of death instantly surged up, the killer shouted in extreme fear: "Don't kill me! I told you everything, all my money is there, I didn't lie to you! I have nothing else to confess!"

However, Milton's Expression didn't change at all, as if merely listening to a dying man's Last Words.

Liya's mother, Liya's father before Death, must have begged him like this too.

Seeing this look in his eyes, the killer completely Collapsed, he struggled to Climb two steps, looked at Brandon on the side: "Officer, save me! I'm a criminal, I've been Arrested, I'm not resisting anymore! You can't kill me... please, catch me, send me to Prison! You should let a Judge try me, can't abuse Private Punishment!"

Brandon just looked at him coldly, feeling incomparable Ridiculous in his heart — who would have thought, vicious Gangs would actually beg law enforcers to follow the law?

Seeing no one pay attention to him, the killer finally became Hopeless, he Cursed Loudly: "You... you'll all die, Fan Kang Gang won't let you off, just wait! I'll wait for you in Hell..."

Click!

One LR Bullet ended his Noise.

Milton Put Away his Weapon, threw a Receipt onto the Corpse, then turned to look at the "Boss", and said: "His Tax Handling is done, now it's time to talk about yours."

The pharmacy's Atmosphere that had just Relaxed, once again became Tense!