Chapter 38: Taxation Only Within Machine Gun Range

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

Whir! Whir!

Three vehicles exceeding 200 km/h raced through the town; the massive roar of engines, gunfire, and explosions spread across the entire town.

No one dared stick their head out to look — the commoners only knew the gangs were shooting it out again; tonight would be another sleepless night.

Milton had already swapped in a fresh drum magazine, but the road conditions on the detour route were clearly poor, with many curves and frequent bumps; he attempted to fire several times, but could not achieve any actual effect.

He simply could not aim — could not even manage a rough aim.

"Boss!" Brandon glanced at the terrifying engine RPM on the instrument panel; his panicked shout came again, "Ahead is an alley... the road is piled with a lot of debris, it might get very bumpy!"

One careless moment, and it's a wrecked car and dead people!

Milton forcibly suppressed the soreness and weakness in his right arm and roared sternly: "Then ram through it!"

The next second came the sound of the bumper crashing into wooden crates and tires rolling over bottles and other trash; the car once again teetered on the edge of losing control — if two people hadn't been holding on for dear life, Milton would have been flung out by now.

The violent shaking and continuous impacts blacked out Milton's vision for a moment... a piece of wooden board knocked flying even smacked directly into his tactical helmet!

No good — when there's a chance I definitely need to get a vehicle with a mounted weapon platform...

Otherwise it'll be like now: even if not a single shot connects, the bumps and impacts alone leave me heavily injured.

Milton gritted his teeth, enduring the dizziness and pain, regained his awareness, and brought the FNFAL in his hands back under control.

He had just recovered his vision when he saw a Dodge Charger behind them had already surged forward while Brandon was forced to slow down!

The Fan Kang Gang's driver acted like they'd removed their brakes!

"Too close... from this position I can't hit the driver in the driver's seat!" Milton could not lower the muzzle further to aim at the rear car's driver; otherwise the bullets would hit his own car.

"And there's no way to use the grenade launcher either — at this distance it would blow up ourselves."

But Milton still pulled the trigger — if he couldn't hit the driver in the driver's seat, he'd hit the passengers in the rear seat!

A light collision sound and intense gunfire rang out almost simultaneously; dozens of M80 rounds burst from the surging muzzle flash, sweeping the rear car's roof along with the rear-seat occupants into a hornet's nest.

But the enemy's front end also scraped Milton's rear bumper, and the rear wheels immediately lost a portion of their traction!

The violent left-right fishtailing of the rear end nearly threw Milton out again!

"Death Pendulum"!

Brandon went all in at this moment too; he immediately chose to use the wall to grind, forcibly terminating the process with external force before the death pendulum amplitude grew too large to control.

Clang! Crash!

Several bags of trash on the ground were run over and flew out along with the passenger-side door.

The swaying stopped immediately.

Once the vehicle body stabilized, Milton steadied his gun hand, and simultaneously, because of the collision, the rear car was shaken off slightly...

Milton once again had a firing angle; he roughly aimed and immediately pulled the trigger, sweeping out a fan-shaped barrage.

The front passenger's head and the driver's left arm instantly turned into meat paste!

Countless bullet holes appeared on the Dodge's hood; the punctured coolant tank sprayed white steam, and the whole vehicle began an uncontrolled shudder.

The enemy's engine was damaged.

Brandon shouted again at this point: "We're about to exit the alley mouth, I'm turning left! Boss, watch out!"

Milton immediately pressed against the right side, bracing for impact: "Received."

The next second, the Chevrolet Caprice, dragging a pile of trash, burst out of the alley mouth; the car's undercarriage scraped the concrete curb, sparks showering into the cabin like welding, and only then did it barely manage to swing left back onto the main road.

In Milton's peripheral vision appeared another Dodge's headlights — they had emerged from another side alley and were closing in from the left.

And behind them, that near-scrapped, near-dead driver was still stubbornly hanging on, refusing to let go.

Even Milton was shaken by this kind of utterly reckless, death-defying behavior.

"That hospital, or the garbage disposal plant, must have a problem even more serious than pioglitazone — serious enough to implicate these gang members' families!"

"They think I've grasped this secret? So they'd rather die than just delay me?"

"Forget it, don't overthink... just kill the enemies in front of me first."

Milton suppressed his chaotic thoughts and forced his mind to refocus on the combat.

He first shot and killed the dying pursuing driver behind them, then immediately swung the muzzle to the side, intending to swiftly eliminate the last car as well.

But the Fan Kang Gang driver's fearless disregard for death bought his teammates a sliver of time, a sliver of opportunity.

Milton and the enemy's last car ran parallel!

Dong dong dong dong dong...

Milton watched the enemy's submachine gun spit fire at him, felt the impact of bullets on his bulletproof vest — the rounds failed to penetrate the bulletproof inserts.

The overwhelming disadvantage in firepower caused them to miss this opportunity.

Then Milton also pulled the trigger.

M80 rounds took the last few lives inside the car.

Driverless, the Dodge instantly lost control and crashed into a house beside the road.

At this point, the FNFAL's barrel was heated to the point of nearly catching fire; even through the grenade launcher, Milton's fingers felt the terrifying high temperature.

Milton had fired nearly 200 rounds continuously, to the extent that in the last few dozen rounds, shooting accuracy had dropped to an absurd degree due to barrel overheating and expansion.

This gun's barrel and recoil spring lifespan will decrease by at least 30%!

But fortunately, all enemies were successfully eliminated.

Milton climbed back into the cabin and quickly assessed the car's damage — aside from the front windshield, there wasn't a single intact spot on the whole vehicle.

The passenger-side door, Milton's side, had even been knocked clean off.

This battle could be called tragic.

"Report injuries."

Brandon's cold sweat had soaked his clothes; he panted twice before saying, "Took two bullets, but they're no threat to my bulletproof vest."

When the other side opened fire, all three ducked down — the submachine gun's pistol rounds, after passing through the car doors, could barely do any damage to the heavy body armor.

Luz let out a breath: "Damn it, Fan Kang Gang, these madmen — do they not want their lives anymore?"

Veronica's voice carried a hint of doubt: "Could it be the hospital or the garbage disposal plant still has something we haven't found? Something very important to them?"

Luz immediately recalled the hospital's strangely large morgue — this border town's expensive private hospital had few patients, so why would it need such a huge morgue?

He immediately said, "It's possible!"

Milton looked with some distress at the FNFAL still emitting white smoke, shook his head and said, "That clue we've already missed, and given our current situation, we can't investigate any case beyond pioglitazone."

Cases that can't be caught red-handed on the spot, they can't investigate either.

Brandon nodded: "Yeah, we're almost at the destination... victory lies ahead. Hmph, a phased victory is still a victory; what we can't solve now we'll investigate later."

Woo—woo!

Right at this moment, two piercing siren sounds came from the distance.

The huge commotion finally still attracted the police...?

Did they arrive a bit too fast?!

"Do police have that kind of efficiency?" Milton felt something was off, subconsciously gripped the bolt, and looked at Brandon, "Your colleagues, in the middle of the night, have this kind of response efficiency?"

Brandon also shook his head in bewilderment: "As far as I know, there shouldn't be..."

The next moment, the two police cars split up without warning.

One of them approached Milton's vehicle from the distance, the other sprinted full speed ahead, toward the garbage disposal plant.

Milton's pupils shrank sharply: "They're heading to the garbage disposal plant, trying to seize law-enforcement jurisdiction before us! These are cops bought off by Fan Kang Gang!"

Police don't need to get their hands dirty like Fan Kang Gang; they just need to reach the garbage disposal station first, seal the scene and isolate outsiders, and Milton is finished!

The situation has now turned into a race, a race to see who reaches the garbage disposal plant first.

But how could a severely damaged Chevrolet Caprice outrun two police cars?

"What to do?" Brandon panicked a bit again, "With this car condition, we can barely catch up to that police car ahead, let alone with the other one harassing us!"

Milton fell silent for two seconds, reached out and flipped up the leaf-type ladder sight on the FNFAL — this is the dedicated sight for the grenade launcher.

He had never forgotten that an M203 grenade launcher was still slung under his FNFAL.

"Luz, Veronica, hold on tight to me."

The other three asked in bewilderment: "You, what are you going to do?"

Milton disengaged the trigger safety on the M203 underbarrel grenade launcher and climbed out the sunroof once more.

"Fan Kang Gang terrorists, to destroy evidence, used grenades to bombard police — a heinous crime."