Chapter 39: Taxes Are Only Within Machine Gun Range! Chapter 37: Do You Dare to Oppose Him?

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

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Even though he had witnessed Milton's decisiveness many times, Brandon was stunned into a brief daze by the sheer madness of those words.

Unable to catch up with the police car and needing to arrive at the destination before them, attacking directly was indeed the simplest and most effective method...

But doing so was tantamount to declaring war on the high-ranking officials of the police station who had been bought off!

Moreover, there were many unpredictable negative consequences afterward—this was blowing up police officers in broad daylight!

But once Milton realized he only had this one card to play, he didn't hesitate to play it.

Deal with things later; first, get through the current crisis.

Beneath the madness lay absolute rationality!

Milton climbed out of the sunroof, aimed at the police car speeding away ahead, estimated the distance roughly, locked on with the sight, and pulled the trigger.

Boom!

The M381 HE Grenade flew out, grazed the roof of the police car ahead, and landed on the highway in front of the police car.

Boom!!!

The flames from the violent explosion illuminated the entire highway, illuminated the other police car beside Milton attempting to interfere, and clearly reflected the shock, anger, and astonishment on the faces of the two officers inside!

Milton calmly pushed the sliding pin on the launch tube forward; after the shell casing fell off, he loaded a new grenade, pulled back the handguard, and chambered it.

After a simple calibration of the trajectory, Milton didn't hesitate and pulled the trigger once again.

The second grenade was fired; this time it landed on the right rear side of the police car attempting to head toward the garbage disposal plant, and the shockwave of the explosion directly shattered all the windows of the police car!

The police car ahead almost lost control directly under this attack; although it barely managed to regain control, it had also been brought much closer.

Now the distance between the two cars was probably just over 50 meters!

The officer driving the police car panicked visibly.

Very good... at such a close distance, and with the enemy showing panic, the next shot would definitely hit.

Milton estimated the distance and loaded a third grenade into the grenade launcher.

"Hey, wait!!!"

The officer in the police car beside him rolled down the window and shouted toward this side loudly; obviously, they had received some information from their teammates ahead via the walkie-talkie and were attempting to communicate.

Milton ignored him completely and pulled the trigger of the M203 Grenade Launcher for the third time.

The grenade completely shattered the already cracked rear windshield of the police car, poured into the interior of the cabin, and produced a violent explosion.

The blast wave violently lifted the rear of the police car upward, and the police car that had just symbolized majesty immediately turned into a twisted mass of metal wrapped in flames!

The next second, flames from the secondary explosion of the fuel tank shot high into the air; the high-temperature firestorm formed by gasoline and heat waves instantly incinerated the officers inside the police car who hadn't had time to scream.

Only then did Milton turn his head to look at the police car beside him; the towering flames were reflected in his calm gaze.

Almost at the same time, that police car suddenly turned around, first drove onto the sidewalk of the opposite lane, then staggered back onto the main road, roaring with its engine as it fled in a sorry state.

While turning, Milton vaguely heard the cursing coming from the other car.

"Damn it, I'm not making this money; I'm not going to care about the madman shelling police cars in town—you fucking crazy, do you dare to go against someone like this?!"

Actually, Milton very much wanted to explain one thing: this was a grenade launcher, a sort of enhanced hand grenade, not an artillery piece...

Forget it; no point arguing with a military ignoramus.

After confirming the police cars had really left, Milton climbed back into the cabin and sat in the seat.

The other three teammates all displayed astonishing silence.

After a while, Brandon finally spoke: "Uh, no one else is coming, right?"

The newcomer Veronica felt Milton's terror intuitively for the first time; she swallowed hard and slowly said: "At most half a minute more until the garbage disposal plant; those who can get here in time can't fight... those who can fight can't get here in time, Boss."

She also began to involuntarily call him "Boss," even feeling that this title was somewhat unworthy of Milton.

Luz shook his head even more, his expression dazed: "Oh God..."

Faint sirens sounded from behind, but they were too far away to catch up in a short time.

Milton sensed the strange atmosphere in the car and spoke in an extremely indifferent tone to reassure them: "Don't forget, we've already offended the Fan Kang Gang, the Qingteng Foundation, and Border Inspection; adding a police station is no big deal."

Brandon turned off the headlights and sighed: "Boss, what you said sounds great, but could you please not say it? I really won't be able to sleep tonight."

"Oh God..."

"……"

Half a minute later, the battered Chevrolet Caprice finally arrived at the gate of the garbage disposal plant.

A member of the Fan Gang stood at the gate, smoking leisurely with a relaxed expression.

He already knew someone had targeted the garbage disposal plant, but the gang reacted quickly, sending out all available vehicles to intercept, and immediately contacted the bought-off police high-ranking officials.

That mad inspector couldn't get through.

Once the main police force arrived and sealed off the scene, they would have plenty of surplus time to dispose of the evidence; although this would lose many interests, it was better than losing their lives.

"The sound of a car engine; they're back? So fast? Why aren't the lights on..."

Boom!

He hadn't finished muttering when his body was cut in half at the waist by the car, sucked into the tires, and ground into mincemeat!

The Chevrolet Caprice smashed through the barrier arm and arrived at the front door of the garbage disposal plant.

Brandon stepped on the accelerator and shouted loudly: "Boss, the roll-up door is closed; what do we do?"

Milton touched the barrel of the lowered FNFAL, checking its temperature: "Ram it open. Anyone who dares resist, shoot to kill directly, no warning needed."

Splash!

The thin iron door was rammed open.

A corrupt, sour stench of garbage rushed into the cabin, and a heart-palpitating scene floated up before Milton's eyes — three incinerators spewing flames in the center of the factory area, a few people desperately throwing crates of drugs into them!

Give them another ten minutes, and perhaps all the Pioglitazone would have been incinerated!

But Milton arrived really too fast, too fast.

The two police officers inside saw the vehicle charging in, fear flashing in their eyes, and hurriedly stepped forward saying: "Hey, Brandon, brothers from the Checkpoint, this is a misunderstanding, we're also investigating..."

Dong Dong Dong...

Milton picked up the TEC-9, got out of the vehicle, directly shot dead the two police officers, and simultaneously warned the others:

"Three seconds, stop what you're doing, or die."

Looking at the ground covered in illegally opened packages of unapproved experimental drugs, looking at the large quantity of medicine bottles already half-relabeled, Milton finally let out a long breath of relief in his heart.

Caught red-handed.

Safe.

Those preparing to burn the evidence immediately stopped their movements.

Even police officers were directly shot dead, who would dare oppose him?!

"We won't move, we won't move, don't shoot!"

Milton picked up the ticket, signing it while saying coldly: "Smuggling Drugs, Counterfeit Drug Labels, Damage to Checkpoint Property, Illegal Possession of Controlled Weapons, Murder of Police Officers, Destruction of Police Vehicles... Now, I'm issuing a ticket for your above actions, any objections?"

Actually those last three items aren't under the Checkpoint's jurisdiction, and the Panel also won't temporarily give points corresponding to this kind of fine... but since there's a Police Officer Brandon in the Team, Milton will just act on his behalf for now.

No points, but the fine's Cash is money too.