Chapter 24: Tax Collection Only Within Machine Gun Range! Chapter 23: Hellish Tax Collector

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

In the most central, largest, and safest house in a secluded compound in a valley on the Mexico border.

"Zi... Recently, in Tapachula, Chiapas, Mexico, Los Cacoss community erupted in large-scale armed conflict, causing at least 120 deaths and 200 injuries. It is reported that this is a firefight between two local gangs. Local police are unable to control the situation."

"Russia's shock therapy faces a major failure..."

"US President Clinton signs a new round of sanctions legislation against Iraq..."

"The turmoil caused by the death of major drug lord Pablo continues..."

"Missing person cases in border areas continue to occur frequently..."

"..."

"A violent explosion occurred on an old street in Maracan Town, San Marcos Province, Guatemala. Casualties are currently unknown, and our station's journalist is still following up."

In the room, Fan Kang Gang leader Raoul Montoya leisurely drank tea, smoked high-end Cuban cigars, and occasionally glanced at the huge color television.

"Mr. Raoul." At this moment, a lackey walked in, excitement on his face, "We defeated the many with the few and wiped out those Cocoa Gang people! The business in this area, we can completely take over immediately!"

"Now only the final cleanup work remains. Many people want to join us, and gang strength has greatly increased!"

Raoul took a drag of his cigarette, flicked the ash into the ashtray, and nodded: "Not bad. This way, when we face that old fox Varta, we'll have more trump cards."

The lackey said proudly: "Just right, their people are outside."

As the words fell, a knock came at the door. Varta's confidant Carlos walked in carrying stacks of documents.

"Mr. Raoul, good morning."

Raoul rudely placed his cigarette on the table and asked: "You've heard about our victory, right?"

Carlos nodded: "Congratulations on your success. This will make our cooperation go more smoothly, isn't that right?"

After integrating the rival gang's properties, in less than a week, Fan Kang Gang's strength will skyrocket.

Signing the contract now, Fan Kang Gang wants even more!

Raoul laughed and intended to lay out the matter: "Carlos, what I mean is..."

Bang bang bang!

Suddenly, an extremely panicked knocking came from outside the door.

Raoul, whose speech was interrupted, darkened in expression, reached for the gold-plated Browning M1935 at his waist, intending to teach this impolite subordinate a lesson.

However, after the door was opened, several panicked lackeys stood outside.

Raoul was a very cautious person; he immediately realized something had happened.

"Speak slowly. Don't panic in front of the guest. Tell me, did the Cocoa Gang counterattack? How many people did they bring? How many people did we lose?"

"No, it's not!" The leader of the group shook his head violently, "It's not about that side!"

It wasn't a problem with the gang firefight... Raoul breathed a sigh of relief while also feeling strange.

What else could make them panic like this?

Raoul put down the M1935, took a drag of his cigarette: "Speak, say it all at once."

"Someone, someone sent you, sent you a fine notice..."

"Fine notice?!" Raoul interrupted the lackey, laughing in extreme anger, "Haven't we killed enough cops? The high-ranking officials at the local police station have long been bought by us. A fine notice scares you like this? Could this fine notice be from the CIA? Bring it here, let me see who doesn't fear death."

Fear still lingered on that lackey's face. He carefully handed over the box in his hand while shaking his head: "No, it's not from the Mexico side."

Not from Mexico? Then where could it be from?

Raoul was even more confused. He took the box and glanced inside.

The room fell silent for three seconds.

Immediately after, his roar spread throughout the entire valley.

It was a deformed human head, pain, despair, and fear intertwined, as if he had suffered extremely terrible abuse while alive.

How could Raoul not recognize this person?

He was one of Raoul's most trusted deputies, having saved Raoul's life in a conflict. It was just that, to win over the crowd, before promoting him, he was sent to the simplest place to rack up some achievements!

To prevent accidents, just the equipment on his body cost Raoul over 60,000 US dollars!

Smuggling that set of NIJIV standard ABAXtremeIV heavy body armor alone burned over 50,000 US dollars, and owed a pile of favors.

In the entire gang, no more than four people received such treatment!

But he just died like this, and the enemy even humiliated his corpse, using a fine notice to humiliate the entire Fan Kang Gang.

No one can trample on them like this. Anyone who dares to do so will pay with their life—not just one life!

Fan Kang Gang will make this person, this person's relatives, this person's friends, this person's neighbors all pay with blood!

"Good, very good." Raoul gripped the blood-stained fine notice tightly, nodding nonstop, "5 million US dollars, Milton Mins, very good, I remember this name."

The lackey trembled beside him: "Boss, boss... should we send more people to kill him?"

"Carrying FN FALs, wearing heavy body armor, 11 people were all killed cleanly by Milton. Where can we now pull out a stronger team?" Raoul said coldly, "Wait until we finish things on the Mexico side. Within 5 days, is there a problem?"

By then, the greatly strengthened Fan Kang Gang will mobilize power Milton absolutely cannot resist, crushing him completely.

"No problem!"

Maracan Town, Police Station.

A police officer stood up with fear on his face and shook hands with the person in front of him: "Mr. Milton, you may leave. Wishing you a wonderful weekend."

"We reiterate to you: this time we invited you over only for questioning, absolutely not detention! Your car we've cleaned for you, parked outside."

The story of a mad Inspector, accompanied by a police officer, slaughtering eleven heavily armed gangsters has already spread completely through their circle.

The image of Milton crawling out of the ruins carrying a head gave everyone an even deeper shock.

The police officer who fought alongside him even sighed in front of his colleagues, "Even if Jesus met him, he'd still have to pay taxes."

Brandon directly called Milton "Hell Tax Collector"!

This terrifying title further highlighted Milton's power and fearfulness.

However, amidst the shock, the vast majority had already slapped the label of "dead man" on Milton in their hearts.

This Inspector and the Fan Kang Gang are now mortal enemies; he's estimated to not live much longer.

Milton had offended the Fan Kang Gang before, but at least he still had a chance to escape; now... well...

Of course, no one had any intention of moving against Milton.

Before acting, one could consider: who's more formidable, oneself or those eleven assassins sent by the Fan Kang Gang?

They're all the sort who kill people and wipe out their families at the drop of a hat; just watch them fight each other, normal folks best not provoke them.

At the Police Station entrance, Brandon stood by the pickup truck; seeing Milton come out, he hurried over: "Boss, out? Did my colleagues give you a hard time?"

"Damn, can you believe it? Those high-and-mighty types, after seeing you, all wished they could bury their heads in the ground!"

"The Joint Action Division folks say they've seen the most cold-blooded murderous maniacs, but after killing eleven people, none had as calm an expression as you!"

That's because I didn't sleep all night, my brain was mush, I was too tired to make any expression.

I'm not a murderous maniac...

Milton couldn't be bothered to explain further; he got into the passenger seat and said, "Get in the car, hurry."

"Uh, where to?" Brandon got in the car groggily and started the engine, "They approved me one month of administrative leave; during this period I can move around relatively freely."

Administrative leave doesn't mean total time off; Brandon still has to go to the police station for questioning or psychological counseling and such, but compared to usual he has more free time.

"Go collect money." Milton opened the glove compartment, pulled out the TEC-9 submachine gun inside and placed it on his knee, "Let's see what the Fan Kang Gang and the 'Boss' left for us."