Chapter 33: Tax Collection Only Within Machine Gun Range! Chapter 32 Rush In

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

After hearing the affirmative answer and confirming the person before him was the "Hell Tax Collector," the shopkeeper seemed completely deflated, giving a bitter smile: "Ask whatever you want... Oh, the answer to your question just now is no; I don't have original packaging here."

Was he scared by that unpleasant nickname? Did he realize his family was very likely to be killed, so he completely gave up the will to resist?

Milton remained expressionless: "Where do you get your stock? I need the most precise location."

If he only gave a rough location like "hospital," by the time Milton and his men searched room by room and found the next clue, the police would probably have surrounded the outside already.

The total time for the entire operation must not exceed 5 minutes!

"St. Lucia Clinic, Basement Level 1, enter the morgue, turn right and go to the end. But they there seem to not have original medicine bottles either."

Maracan Town has two hospitals: the public Malakan Hospital and the private St. Lucia Clinic.

The former is extremely crowded, with strained medical resources, extremely unhygienic environment, smaller scale, and cheap fees; the latter is exactly the opposite.

After receiving this intelligence, a corresponding purchasable intelligence entry finally popped up on Milton's panel.

Milton hesitated not at all, choosing to pay 2000 Red Points.

【A huge drug smuggling case is hidden in the morgue of St. Lucia Clinic】

The intelligence is accurate, very good.

Getting this intelligence is enough.

Perhaps the shopkeeper knew some other things, but Milton could distinguish priorities—apart from what needed to be done right now, everything else was unimportant!

The next thing was simple—go to the hospital, capture someone in the know and interrogate them for the location where medicine bottles were swapped, or find the corresponding clue, then drive there, catch someone red-handed and seize them!

Milton stood up, waved his hand, intending to have his two companions silence the shopkeeper.

At this moment, the dying shopkeeper suddenly raised his eyes and shouted loudly: "Wait!"

Milton stopped his steps, glanced at his watch, and looked down at the shopkeeper: "Anything else?"

The shopkeeper sighed deeply and said: "The safe is under the cash register, the password is 013099. The money is all yours, but my family knows nothing; please spare them."

"Their address is..."

He realized his own fate, but hoped to use this money to protect his family under the muzzle of the "Hell Tax Collector."

Milton looked deeply at him, then signed a fine and a receipt, placing them on the shopkeeper, agreeing to this not unreasonable plea:

"Fine."

The shopkeeper, with the spirit of not letting others eat rotten money if he couldn't eat it himself, and the last shred of conscience deep in his heart, added: "Also, Pioglitazone has problems; one of my pregnant customers died from taking it, don't buy it."

Milton raised his muzzle, tone calm: "I know."

The shopkeeper shifted into a more comfortable sitting posture, nodding: "I have nothing more to say."

Click.

A bullet entered his brain, instantly ending his life, without pain.

Brandon and Luz, as law enforcers, had seen this kind of thing too many times; they just fell silent for a while, then composed themselves, turning their gaze to Milton, waiting for his next order.

Milton put away his pistol, walked quickly toward the shop door, and ordered at the same time: "Brandon take the money, Luz go start the car, I need to change into equipment."

"Move faster, we don't have much time."

Putting on heavy equipment in the car was really extremely troublesome and awkward, but to save as much time as possible, Milton and Brandon got into the back seat one after the other, and with difficulty began putting on their equipment.

Luz went to the driver's seat and drove toward the hospital.

Swish swish swish... sounds of Milton changing into heavy equipment and Brandon helping came from the rear seat.

A gunfight was about to happen...

The atmosphere became a bit tense.

Luz couldn't help but find a topic to ease the atmosphere: "Um, speaking of which, how much money did we take?"

Brandon pulled out a stack of US dollar banknotes and stuffed them into the rear storage compartment: "I took them all in one grab; who had time to count? Judging by the thickness, it should be about 10,000 US dollars."

Milton fixed the last bulletproof insert in place and casually glanced at the panel prompt.

【Host force successfully confiscated 10385 US dollars, received fivefold points (Red) reward, current remaining Red Points 58975】

Over 10,000 US dollars, Brandon's estimate was about right.

Luz was obviously a bit excited while driving: "Then, according to the rules, how much money can I get?"

Brandon started counting on his fingers: "10,000 dollars, the team first deducts 20%, that is, uh let me calculate..."

Milton almost without thinking replied: "You each get 2000 US dollars."

"..."

Luz was once again shocked by this offhand remark: "Boss, I suddenly feel you're really amazing; you can calculate such complex arithmetic in one second!"

What could be calculated, there were plenty more that could be calculated!

People good at math are rare, and people who are both good at fighting and math are even rarer!

Brandon counted on his fingers for a while, and after confirming Milton hadn't miscalculated, he sighed: "I feel the title Boss isn't good, like the head of slum thugs, not matching your strength. Why don't we call you Godfather from now on? I see many powerful mafia bosses are called that."

"I'm just an Inspector, not a Godfather." Milton felt somewhat helpless; he put on his tactical helmet and stopped this unproductive topic: "Stop talking nonsense... First simply arrange the deployment for rushing into the hospital."

Brandon didn't quite understand: "It's just one hospital, do we need tactics? If we can't beat the Fan Kang Gang, can we not beat a group of doctors and nurses?"

Milton felt the vibration of the car and gave a hehe smile: "This is a private hospital, do you know what a private hospital is? There must be armed security inside, and possibly even desperadoes from the Fan Kang Gang. Without making preparations, rushing in is just waiting to be beaten to death."

One surgery costs money, possibly even more than a commoner earns in 10 years... these rich people afraid of death spend even this kind of money, how could they not hire thugs to protect their safety?

Moreover, St. Lucia Clinic was currently operating illegal activities, so it needed armed force even more to guarantee its own safety.

Brandon really couldn't imagine that a hospital would actually have armed thugs with live ammunition, and he shook his head hard: "Poverty limits my imagination. Fuck, once I have money, I want to get treated at a hospital like this... Boss, so how do we fight later?"

Milton moved his neck: "Keep the advantage of the sneak attack, rush straight into the hospital, and take out all armed personnel. Then you guard the stairwell, Luz and I will rush down to find the location clues for swapping the medicine bottles. Your responsibility is to guarantee our safety at the rear, and try to intercept others from calling the police."

"After we get the clues, we get in the car and leave immediately, without getting entangled."

Brandon thought carefully and repeated: "'Try to' intercept?"

"Yes, the hospital is so big, and we're not familiar with the terrain, so it's impossible to break in silently." Milton explained, "And we have too few people, no way to watch every exit of the hospital. Stopping them from calling the police is unrealistic; we can only try to delay... Remember, the longer you drag it out, the greater our possibility of success."

Before being caught red-handed with ironclad evidence, they absolutely cannot be arrested by the police, otherwise it would be violent law enforcement, or even a terrorist attack.

And after that, they would be brave heroes fighting against evil factions.

Brandon thought for a moment, then raised a question: "If, the police station side is more cautious and has already arranged for police officers to be stationed at the place where the medicine bottles are swapped, what do we do?"

"It doesn't matter." Milton shrugged, "What I'm worried about is that a large force from the police station gets there before us, officially seals off the scene where the medicine bottles are swapped, seizes law enforcement authority, and uses the method of cutting off an arm to survive, abandoning interests to protect themselves."

"If it's just one or two police officers stationed there, we just take them out directly, and then say it's a terrorist attack by the Fan Kang Gang that caused police casualties, right?"

"... So ruthless!"

Luz, who was responsible for driving, sighed, then said: "The hospital is right ahead. Do we drive straight in, or get out and sneak in?"

Milton took a deep breath: "Drive, rush straight in."