Chapter 30: Tax Revenue Only Within Machine Gun Range! Chapter 29: Two Great Strategists

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

"The target's approximate location has been confirmed, preparing to move."

"Let's first investigate a few of 'Boss's' main drugstores that supply goods, to see where this batch of Pioglitazone entered the market."

"……"

After hearing Milton issue the order, Luz was completely in a state of confusion.

Could the approximate location of the evidence really be locked onto just from the price difference of the drugs on the ledger?

He naturally didn't know Milton made the inference because he held information from the future; he only felt deep reverence for this colleague in his heart.

"Gather at the garage, come prepare some equipment."

Milton knew time was precious, didn't say too much, and directly began issuing orders to his two teammates: "I use the FNFAL, Brandon switches to the Type 81, Luz uses the Type 56 Assault Rifle. Secondary weapons all use the TEC-9; if you want to bring other weapons, feel free, just don't affect the operation."

"Each person carries one base ammo load of ammunition."

"Bring all throwing weapons; you two, put on bulletproof vests immediately later."

The atmosphere in the whole room instantly became solemn, and the two unconsciously entered a mobilization state and a combat state.

Because time was too urgent, and Milton worried the Black Market Arms Dealer might betray customers, before firmly establishing a foothold, he still chose to exchange points for gear.

To maintain true firepower suppression, Milton specially exchanged four drum magazines for the FNFAL—three drum magazines loaded with M80 Ball Ammo, one loaded with M993 Tungsten Core AP Ammo to deal with possible extreme situations.

Similarly, to deal with possible night battles, Milton also stuffed ten tracer rounds into every drum magazine.

Since this gun had no official model drum magazine, only unofficial civilian models, exchanging these drum magazines cost a lot of Red Points—these were all large drum magazines with a 100-round capacity!

The FNFAL is a precision three-round burst weapon, but Milton planned to temporarily use this gun as a light machine gun, even if this would cause irreversible serious negative effects on the gun.

He never wanted to be in a state of being suppressed by firepower again.

After exchanging these equipment, and also exchanging a set of bulletproof vests for Luz, the 70,000 Red Points in his hand immediately lost another 40,000.

Fortunately, exchanging bullets now only requires Normal Points.

"Two assault rifles, one 'light machine gun', standard submachine gun, various throwing weapons… this firepower." Milton calculated the equipment they were carrying in his mind, "This firepower… enough is definitely enough, but the surplus isn't large."

No way, Firepower Deficiency Phobia didn't disappear with time travel…

"Then exchange another M203 grenade launcher! Mount it under the FNFAL, whoever blocks me I'll blow up!" Milton gritted his teeth and spent another 20,000 Red Points, "Exchange all six 40mm M381 HE Grenades that can be exchanged!"

After exchanging, Red Points left only just over 10,000.

But Milton's heart was instantly filled with safety.

Soon, the three arrived at the newly bought garage—inside were parked three vehicles, Milton's SR5, Brandon's Chevrolet Caprice, and Luz's motorcycle.

"Check equipment before departing, don't rush these few minutes." Milton led the two to their new garage, and dragged the equipment out from the pickup truck's truck bed.

After this pile of things came out, Luz's eyes straightened.

Tactical helmets, heavy body armor, assault rifles with accessories, various tactical props!

"This…" Luz's hands were trembling, "The equipment on the Army Special Forces side isn't even this good, right?"

Here, rather than buying such expensive equipment for subordinates, it's better to let them die and then pay pensions.

Is life worth more than equipment?

Milton inspected his own equipment and said: "As long as it can save lives, no matter how much money is spent, it's worth it. Do you have any other questions? Bring them up quickly before departure… I'm not using an official tone with you; if there's a problem, say it. Showing off will only harm all of us."

But the two looked at this pile of equipment that could buy countless lives of theirs, and really couldn't think of what else was missing.

Following this kind of boss, they were truly willing to fight to the death!

Brandon shook his head and said: "In terms of equipment, my imagination really isn't enough… it's just that our drugstores have a bit of a problem."

Milton pushed open the grenade launcher, stuffed a grenade inside, and asked at the same time: "What problem?"

"The drug supply might last at most three or four days… by then, if drugs can't be supplied, cutting off a supply channel is secondary; the hardest thing is, someone might risk selling us out for a bounty."

After cleanly and neatly eliminating the Fan Kang Gang's assassins, few people actually dare to do this, but that doesn't mean this risk can be ignored.

Milton remembered this information and nodded: "Got it, but this isn't something that needs to be solved right now; we'll talk about it when we get back. Anything else?"

The two shook their heads: "No more."

"Very good." Milton looked at them putting on bulletproof vests and nodded: "Now, let's talk about your reward/compensation issue."

Reward/compensation?

In a place where money is more important than life, being able to eat, get a salary, and use such good equipment is already a miracle… as for money? That definitely depends on how much the boss wants to give them.

"Boss, you handle this however you see fit!"

"To be honest… I feel like talking about money with you is really a bit shameless."

But Milton shook his head and said: "No, there must be a rule. Now that we have few people, splitting money by feel is naturally no problem. But we will inevitably develop into a larger team in the future, with newcomers joining, so there must be a written rule, otherwise huge internal conflicts will definitely arise."

"First, all income, regardless of source, regardless of amount, the team must take 20% as operating expenses. The team needs to pay salaries, purchase intelligence, do many things, and must have stable funds."

The two nodded, indicating they had no opinion at all, and even a bit of gratitude and emotion appeared in their eyes.

Not to mention taking 20%, even leaving only 20% would make him a good boss!

Milton continued: "If it's a temporary mission requiring outbound mission combat, after deducting the team's cut, distribute by shares. For example, if we have three people, then the seized spoils are divided into four shares; I take two shares, and you each take one share."

"If there are ten people, then divide into eleven shares; I take two shares, and others each take one share. Understand?"

"If someone dies in battle, I will pay five years' salary to the deceased's family as a pension in one lump sum."

Actually, this is just the rules of the underworld; Milton merely repeated them once.

After speaking, Milton looked at the two.

Brandon and Luz were struck as if by lightning, their gazes dark and unclear, and they did not agree right away, not knowing what they were thinking.

You think your share is too small?

Milton frowned and spoke with dissatisfaction: "If you have any objections to the distribution method, say them now. I don't want my team to develop conflicts over money distribution."

Luz shook his head in a daze: "No... I'm thinking about how dangerous the mission we're about to carry out will be, I'm thinking about how to write my will. But boss, rest assured, even if cannon shells—no, even if atomic bombs fly over, I will definitely stand in front of you!"

Brandon also had a solemn face, gripping his gun tightly: "I can't guarantee anything else, but I can guarantee this: I will die before you do! If I die, just give my money to my family."

Milton was stunned... so these two weren't thinking their share was too small, but that their share was too big, thinking they might not survive later?

This little money can buy your lives?

Two idiots, exploited like this and still thinking it's worth it!

Milton suddenly felt a bit of guilt for fooling idiots, and said in a strained voice: "Stop fucking talking nonsense, if you think there's no problem, hurry up and get in the car, you two sit in the rear seat, don't roll down the windows, and pay attention to hiding yourselves."

Saying this, Milton put most of his equipment under the passenger seat base, including that set of heavy body armor.

Brandon reminded him: "Boss, aren't you wearing heavy body armor?"

Milton touched the soft body armor hidden under his worn-out clothes and shook his head: "We're going to investigate now, not to start a war. Dressing like this makes the target too large and will attract a lot of unnecessary attention."

"You two observe the surroundings in the car later, I'll keep the walkie-talkie on, and if anything seems abnormal, be ready to cover me at any time."

After finishing the last instructions, Milton ignited the engine, stepped on the accelerator, drove the Chevrolet Caprice out of the garage, and headed toward the Church Direction in the center of Maracan Town.