Chapter 32

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

Has Arrived!

Milton showed no excessive excitement, nor was he completely indifferent; instead, he displayed just the right amount of suspicion.

"New medicine this cheap?" Milton coughed forcefully twice, simultaneously expressing deep skepticism, "Won't it be fake medicine?"

"This is Pioglitazone, US import! Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand. If it weren't for the US side... tsk, how would goods like this ever fall to you poor devils to use?" the shopkeeper said proudly, "Do you want it or not, stop asking this and that."

Imagining being able to obtain advanced stuff from the distant, world's number one superpower, and selling it to "compatriots" as if bestowing charity, the shopkeeper's back unconsciously straightened a bit.

Pioglitazone...

Upon hearing this drug name, there was actually no need for Milton to ask anything further — this pharmacy definitely had a supply channel at the Qingteng Foundation!

As long as Brandon and Luz aren't fools, they must have already gotten out of the car by now, sprinting madly toward the pharmacy.

Truth be told, if it were Milton himself doing this kind of illegal drug selling, he would definitely keep it strictly secret, sell a little in a small circle, and if it didn't sell then so be it; he would never subcontract it to others.

After winning the Cold War victory, even a single US company has become utterly unscrupulous.

Seeing Milton not speaking, the shopkeeper thought he was still hesitating, so he spoke up again to push the sale: "There's not much stock of medicine this cheap, once it's sold out it's gone."

He certainly wouldn't tell this poor devil in front of him the fact that a pregnant woman had died miserably of a myocardial infarction in bed in the middle of the night after taking this medicine, two lives lost in one corpse.

Just as the words finished, the pharmacy's main gate was suddenly pushed open.

The shopkeeper immediately twisted his head around: "Welcome... huh?"

Two men looking like Seal Team Six from a blockbuster movie burst into the pharmacy one after another from the dead angle!

Brandon in front took a step forward, raising his rifle muzzle to aim at the shopkeeper; Luz behind him turned and flipped the "Open" sign at the shop entrance to "Closed," simultaneously reaching out to pull down the rolling shutter door.

Clang!

The pharmacy was completely sealed shut.

All veteran cops, veteran Inspectors, very familiar with this set of procedures.

Before the shopkeeper could react to this sudden change, Milton suddenly drew his gun, aimed at the shopkeeper's left hand which had been hidden under the counter the whole time, and directly pulled the trigger!

Click!

A. 22lr bullet entered his arm.

Clatter!

A sawed-off shotgun fell to the ground!

Only then came the shopkeeper's shrill scream: "Ah!!!"

Milton nimbly vaulted inside the counter, kicked the shotgun on the ground away with one foot, simultaneously reached out and grabbed the shopkeeper's neck, pinching hard, crushing his trachea!

The pharmacy instantly fell quiet.

Milton took out the search warrant Station Chief Varta had signed for him — more ceremonial than practical — slapped it onto the shopkeeper's face, and read coldly: "Now, I have sufficient evidence proving you participated in a case of illegal drug smuggling. You must cooperate with the investigation, and have no right to remain silent. From this moment on, my authority over you will be unlimited."

Finished speaking, Milton carried the shopkeeper by the neck and dragged him to the pharmacy's toilet.

The movements just now were large, hard to guarantee no one saw... so, from now on, Milton must immediately start a countdown, the faster everything is completed the better!

All contingency plans must be considered toward the worst direction!

Arrived at the toilet, closed the door behind them, Milton released the shopkeeper.

"Cough cough..." The shopkeeper dragged to the bathroom felt his neck released, gasping heavily for air while shouting fiercely, "You... cough cough, are you police or Border Inspection? I've paid money to all of them!"

He tried to figure out the current situation, while simultaneously trying to use his backing to threaten these few people who might have official identities — ones who could afford this kind of equipment were absolutely not bandits.

Milton didn't care at all who he'd bribed or what background he had, saying coldly: "I ask, you answer, understand?"

Brandon kicked up with one foot, asking viciously: "The boss means, you speak one false word, he'll kill one of your family members, understand?"

That's not what I fucking meant, don't mistranslate... Milton's temple twitched slightly, but at this time he couldn't undermine his subordinate's authority, so he could only continue in a cold voice, asking: "Do you have the original packaging for the Pioglitazone?"

"Cough cough... I sincerely advise you all, don't meddle in this matter!"

The pharmacy boss did not answer honestly; he saw clearly that these people wanted to extract intelligence from his mouth, and probably wouldn't kill him.

The abnormality here would be discovered soon; as long as he could stall until police or whoever else came over, the crisis would be resolved!

Milton was indeed very anxious, but he did not reveal this anxiety on his face, instead putting on an appearance of considerable leisure.

Cannot easily reveal his bottom card!

His tone slow and unhurried: "Luz, bring a wet towel and a kettle. I need to make him obedient."

Luz immediately turned around and brought the things over.

A bad premonition rose in the shopkeeper's heart; he began to struggle: "You, what are you going to do... mmph!"

Milton signaled his two teammates to pin down the shopkeeper, while he himself picked up the folded wet towel and pressed it tightly over the shopkeeper's face!

Then Milton scooped up the kettle and began pouring water onto the towel.

Waterboarding!

Still can't fix you!

Soon, the shopkeeper with mouth and nose covered began desperately trying to open his mouth to breathe, but each breath would choke more water into his lungs, causing more intense suffocation and pain, forming a vicious cycle!

This is a dual destruction of body and spirit, capable of rapidly breaking the will of the vast majority of people.

Under the dual torture of suffocation and drowning sensation, the vast majority of people can't last even 10 seconds!

The shopkeeper's body soon began to exhibit convulsive spasms.

He wasn't some professionally trained, steadfast-belief Agent after all.

Normally, choking on a sip of water would torment someone half to death, and Milton even read the seconds on his electronic watch, continuing this process for a full minute and a half!

One can imagine this pain.

Milton indifferently poured water onto the towel, neither fast nor slow.

The shopkeeper flopped desperately on the ground; lack of oxygen forced him to instinctively breathe and swallow, but the water in his windpipe not only could not be expelled, more water surged in!

The feeling of approaching death even made the shopkeeper lose control of his bladder.

This is the reaction of dying!

However, Milton did not want the shopkeeper to be tortured to death just like that—he still needed to get intelligence!

Feeling the time was about right, Milton moved the towel away, signaling Brandon and Luz to release their confinement of the shopkeeper.

These two teammates looked at Milton with eyes that once again carried a bit of inexplicable fear.

The boss is truly ruthless!

After being able to obtain oxygen again, the shopkeeper rolled on the ground in extreme pain while coughing and vomiting, struggling for a full two minutes before gradually regaining awareness.

At this time, the snot and water he coughed up already carried a bit of blood.

Milton squatted down looking at him, calmly saying: "We continue."

Brandon at this time really wanted to say a sentence, knowing how formidable the "Hell Tax Collector" was, but fearing the salary deduction warning, he still did not dare to say it out.

The shopkeeper coughed hard a few times, propped up his body with the wall, and after barely maintaining a sitting posture, weakly opened his mouth: "Cough cough! You are completely not afraid of those people I mentioned... cough! I know who you are, 'Hell Tax Collector' Milton, right?"

When Milton heard this nickname being shouted by a stranger, his whole person was as if the back of his head had been struck hard!

He almost wanted to stand up and perform criminal art as art for the shopkeeper once more, letting him know what the consequence of shouting out this unpleasant nickname was!

It has completely spread, right?!

But time was urgent, Milton could only forcibly control his facial muscles, keeping his tone high and mighty: "It seems you know me, very good, hope this can make our Q&A more harmonious."