Chapter 19: Taxation Only Within Machine Gun Range

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

The pharmacy quickly carried out personnel evacuation.

Before evacuating and leaving, Liya wiped her eyes and said softly: "... Inspector, you must defeat them!"

Milton took a deep breath, steadying his tone: "I'll do my best."

Everyone retreated... meaning the situation was big, so big that even this Inspector with such strong combat power couldn't spare attention for them!

What exactly happened...

The other people in the pharmacy left one after another, carrying uneasy and fearful hearts.

One minute later, only three people remained in the pharmacy: Milton, Brandon, and the "Boss".

Brandon sensed the oppressive atmosphere and asked: "What to do? Run?"

His gaze stayed fixed on Milton — this Inspector had just taken down six people alone, stronger than the toughest colleague he'd ever seen at the police station!

In a tense situation, people subconsciously seek out whoever they think is strongest and follow their decisions.

"They lost six men here, you think you can still run?" Milton shook his head. "Not just you — your families, and the families of those people outside, can't run either."

After this battle, the Black Pharmacy would definitely be on the Fan Kang Gang's blacklist; these people here had been forcibly dragged onto the pirate ship by him.

Though they didn't seem to realize it yet...

Brandon gripped his service pistol, gritted his teeth, and shouted: "Then we fight! Go all out against them! These bastards, think I'm afraid of them? Right, I haven't asked yet — how many enemy personnel, what weapons?"

Milton said casually: "Five people, long guns, one has a bulletproof vest."

Brandon: "... Maybe we should still run, sell some stuff, see if we can scrape together three tickets to the United States."

Fighting that kind of enemy with pistols? If you want to commit suicide there's no need to make it that complicated.

"Cut the crap, I've got some equipment in my truck." Milton glanced at his remaining points. "You two, can you use automatic rifles?"

As a police officer, Brandon had naturally received that training; he nodded: "Yes."

The "Boss" shook his head: "Used submachine guns and pistols a couple times, never used a rifle."

No time for training now; Milton didn't want to drag dead weight into the team: "Then help set up traps, and withdraw once they're set."

"No." The "Boss" flatly refused. "Bulletproof vests are that expensive — they can't all five be wearing them. Give me a submachine gun, I can help too... just the two of you can't beat them. I'm bad with guns, but I definitely won't drag you down."

You're not afraid of death... you run a pharmacy to make money and emigrate to the US, right?

This teammate, unexpectedly reliable.

Milton glanced at the two and suddenly laughed: "Weren't you cooperating with the Fan Kang Gang before, getting medicine from them? Now you're turning around to deal with them?"

Brandon walked out with Milton, coldly laughing: "What feelings would you have for a supplier? One that jacks up prices like crazy, hoards stock like crazy, turns hostile at the drop of a hat, kills at the drop of a hat. And like you said, they won't let my family off."

The "Boss" rasped: "Eliminate them, I'll buy a ticket to the US, buy a house in San Francisco and retire. Here it's exhausting and dangerous, running here and there, sometimes even going to places like the garbage disposal plant to pick up goods... better leave ASAP."

Milton reminded: "The pharmacy? Not doing it anymore?"

"My supply network is completely finished, what's the point? If you want it, you take over — you're an Inspector, should have other procurement channels. The house deed is with Brandon; you two can handle the handover later."

The "Boss" wore a relaxed face, envisioning his post-retirement future, and arrived at the pickup truck together with Milton.

Milton and Brandon both jumped onto the truck bed and pulled down the tarpaulin.

"This..."

Even with mental preparation, Brandon couldn't help but widen his eyes at the sight of the equipment in the wooden crates.

Two sets of the same heavy bulletproof gear Milton was wearing, one Type 81, one MP5, three walkie-talkies, large quantities of bullets, 6 grenades of different types, several bear traps, and some miscellaneous bits he couldn't identify!

Even two M374 model 81mm mortar shells!

US military active issue!

Getting this stuff would cost at least 40,000 US dollars and take a long wait.

Being an Inspector, you can actually confiscate this much good stuff?!

They naturally didn't know these things were exchanged by Milton gritting his teeth for 100,000 points.

Even if not for these teammates temporarily joining the faction, expanding Milton's "faction", the system wouldn't have allowed exchanging this much equipment.

"This... where'd you get such a new AK?" Brandon took the Type 56 from Milton's hand, looked at the Type 81 on the truck, and said in shock, "You planning to use mortars on them? How come I only see shells but no mortar?"

This damn thing isn't an AK...

Milton checked over the brand-new Type 81 in his hand, simultaneously feeling a wave of speechlessness: "This isn't field combat; a mortar isn't even as useful as your grandma's stinky slippers... these shells are for setting booby traps."

As the defender, naturally one must exploit the defender's advantages to the utmost.

If you can avoid a gunfight, don't have a gunfight!

If you can play the sneaky bastard, play the sneaky bastard as much as possible!

If the shop hadn't still been locked, Milton would've swapped for a heavy machine gun in a heartbeat — 12.7mm API (armor-piercing incendiary) sweeping across the entrance, bulletproof vest or not, they'd be shredded to pieces.

Currently the panel's firearm exchange cap only goes up to assault rifle tier.

Artillery is unlocked for exchange, but only small-caliber mortars.

But, it's enough.

The M374 shell's lethal blast radius exceeds 7 meters; with enough luck, one shot could take all the enemies out!

Burying two is enough; more would make the enemy vigilant, not to mention greatly compress our own maneuvering space.

After two booby traps, the enemy can't be sure if there are more; their vigilance won't drop, which can restrict their rapid movement to a large degree — that achieves the tactical objective.

The few people geared up and returned to the sewer entrance.

There are still over twenty minutes of preparation time; hurry and set up some traps!

Milton tossed Brandon a few tools and ordered, "These are M3 Pull Fuzes, M10 Universal Detonators, M7 Detonator Caps, a coil of fishing line, and wire cutters. Take a Cannon Shell and make a Tripwire Trap to place at the Door. Hurry."

Brandon stared at the pile of tools in his hands, dumbfounded. "I don't know how!"

"You don't?!" Milton turned in shock. "Aren't you an Inspector?"

"Are Inspectors supposed to know this?!"

"Get out of the way, I'll do it."

Waste teammate! Can't even handle such a small matter!

Milton snatched the items from his hands, first unscrewing the impact Responsibility from the head of the M374 Grenade, then screwing in the M10 Universal Detonator.

Then he quickly unscrewed the base at the tail of the Pull Responsibility, inserted the base's tail end into the Detonator Cap, tightened it with wire cutters, screwed it into the M10 Detonator, and finally mounted the Pull Responsibility.

A booby trap was just made like that, simple and easy.

It took less than two minutes.

Milton cut a length of fishing line and connected the fishing line, the Pull Responsibility on the Cannon Shell, and the Door handle together.

That way, as long as the Enemy opens the Door, it will pull the fishing line, simultaneously pulling the Pull Responsibility and detonating the Cannon Shell!

After securing the Cannon Shell and confirming the fishing line was taut enough, Milton put away his tools, disarmed the safety, and carefully retreated.

The booby trap was now in Combat State; if one were Careless, it could very well cause a tragic or even comedic effect.

Damn it, this is an M374 Grenade!

At this moment, the way "Boss" and Brandon looked at Milton was Abnormality.

"Does an Inspector's skill set include Burying Landmines?"

"You know nothing; how do you collect taxes from those who commit Violent Tax Resistance? The basic premise of taking money from someone is that you must be able to beat them." Milton looked extremely contemptuous of his two teammates who had watched the whole show. "Alright, let's discuss tactics."

ps: fnfal, m14 and such guns are strictly speaking Battle Rifles/Main Battle Rifles; in this book they are not counted as Assault Rifles, otherwise they cannot be classified.