Chapter 4: Taxes Only Within Machine Gun Range! Chapter 3: Pay Your Taxes!

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

Not necessarily?

Could this broken car still yield two packs of smokes?

"I'd like to see how you inspect things, always finding good stuff—I want to get rich following you too..."

Horn muttered, trailing behind Milton's heels.

What he didn't know was that in Milton's eyes, inside the passenger seat, within the seat padding, a large pack of red contraband was stuffed!

And generally, someone smuggling contraband like this wouldn't be backed by any major faction.

Like the Fan Kang Gang, they'd openly place contraband on the dashboard, and a bribed inspector would pretend not to see it.

Since it's smuggling, it means at least at the checkpoint and in this nearby area, he has no major faction backing him.

He's a suitable target for "impartial law enforcement."

【Level 1 Contraband: Unqualified and unregistered imported medication (non-narcotic)】

"Sir, this is my ID." Milton had just walked over when the thin Mexican inside the car smiled obsequiously and handed over his passport, "Nice weather, isn't it?"

Milton took the documents, briefly compared the information, but didn't return them immediately.

"This car, you're willing to use Nappa genuine leather for the seats?" Milton reached out and turned off the car, pulled out the car key, squeezed the driver's seat hard, and simultaneously leaned over to look at the trunk, "Nothing contraband in the back, right?"

The Mexican's eyes unconsciously glanced toward the passenger seat, then quickly withdrew: "Sir, you know, I'm a law-abiding citizen, look at me..."

"Northener, answer my question." Milton walked around the car inspecting it, then came to the passenger door, "Don't say I didn't warn you—if concealment is discovered, your goods will incur a 200% punitive tax, not just simple back payment."

If he admitted it himself, it would still be back payment.

"Sir, no, I guarantee with my personality, I swear to God, I haven't brought anything illegal!"

"Then I'm indeed willing to believe you." Milton smiled without emotion, "I'm happy to obey any idiot stupid enough to believe in God."

That old Mexican got a bit flushed: "Sir, you don't need to offend a friendly guest like this."

"Alright, I'll stamp it for you... wait!" Milton pretended to take out a seal, suddenly fixed his gaze on the passenger seat, "Your driver's seat and rear seat both use such good genuine leather, why is the passenger seat inferior leather?!"

"Did you hide something underneath?!"

He acted as if he had just discovered this anomaly.

The old Mexican's face changed drastically, forcibly controlling himself not to look to the side, and subconsciously explained: "Sir, I, I just don't have the money to replace them all at once, I guarantee there's nothing inside!"

Milton confiscated the documents, his face gradually darkening, giving the other no room to explain: "Get out of the car immediately. I want to conduct a full search of your vehicle. According to Article 37, Paragraph 2 of the Border Management Law, I have the right to do so."

... Where did this inspector come from? Why can he observe even car seats so meticulously?

The old Mexican's brain raced, planning to scare Milton: "Sir, this is my personal property, this is my privacy, I object, I want to complain about you!"

He raised his volume, looked left and right, trying to attract the attention of others at the station.

Milton was completely unmoved: "If property loss is caused by an inspector's misjudgment, the checkpoint will fully compensate."

"Now, Milton Mins, Inspector ID 10983, demands you cooperate with the inspection. From this moment on, any unnecessary movement of yours may be seen as violent tax resistance, and the inspector will have the right to unlimited self-defense."

Talking about privacy to an inspector—I find that funny...

After speaking, Milton prepared to open the car door, find the contraband under the seat, and end this farce.

Other inspectors noticed the commotion here, but no one had the will to come over.

Joking aside, who cares about you if you don't bribe them.

Since the contraband was hidden under the seat cushion, Milton planned to directly slash the passenger seat with a knife.

Anyway, from the inspector's perspective, he knew this old Mexican had no gun, and he had also confiscated the car key just now with foresight, so there would be no danger.

Overall, Milton's mood was still quite relaxed.

However, seeing that exposure was unavoidable, the old Mexican's face twisted, and before Milton could open the car door, he moved extremely fast, pulled out another car key from his pocket, started the engine, shifted gears, took off, and rammed the checkpoint!

The whole process took no more than three seconds!

Boom!

The high-horsepower engine let out a huge roar, the car violently crashed through the gate, and fled outside.

"Damn it!" Milton, whose hand was almost broken by the impact, retreated three or four steps, shocked and furious, "Rammed the checkpoint?!"

After all, the car key wasn't contraband, Milton's system couldn't see it, and he didn't expect the other to have a spare car key, let alone that someone would actually dare to ram the checkpoint.

At this moment, the system information about this car updated all at once.

【Vehicle Information Change—This vehicle committed violent tax resistance, tax evasion, and rammed the checkpoint. Point reward increased to 5 times the income】

【This vehicle has left the checkpoint, information updated to "Arrears" (this entry has been added to the "Arrears" column, viewable at any time)】

【If the inspector loses the vehicle's clue, it can be purchased with points to resume tracking】

【Current points: 21300】

Normally, one-tenth of the seized amount is converted into points, with the system's unit being US Dollars.

Now catching him yields five times the points, and Milton also judged that this person probably doesn't belong to a faction he can't afford to provoke.

Chase!

Must chase!

Five times the points, plus a huge fine for ramming the checkpoint—this tax, you must pay whether you want to or not!

And... taking advantage of this accident to let him run can also show what kind of reaction Menard will have.

This kind of unplanned sudden event is most likely to disrupt the enemy's arrangements and plans.

"Horn, lend me the car!" Milton holstered his pistol and reached out to ask his colleague for the car keys. "I'll pay for any scratches or whatever."

"No need... can this piece of junk even earn back the gas money for this trip? Fine, you drive carefully, I just bought this car not long ago!"

Horn grumbled, but still handed the car keys to Milton.

An '84 Buick Regal Grand National coupe, who knows how many hands it's passed through, 3.8L, 200 horsepower, fitted with a reinforced anti-collision front bumper. Though old, it's fast, absolutely capable of catching up to a pickup truck.

Get in, buckle the seatbelt, ignite and shift into gear, Milton floors the gas pedal, the massive sound wave of the American muscle car, the piercing horn blasts, make quite a few of the other people at the checkpoint turn their heads.

Boom!!!

The muscle car, trailing massive dust, soon disappears from everyone's sight.

Truth be told, swap in any other inspector, they couldn't be bothered to chase this junk car — even if they caught up, high probability they'd find nothing good, let it go if it runs.

For the one who ran the checkpoint, the cost of this run is also unimaginably high, directly carrying a case on their back, photo, passport, license plate, VIN all entered into the blacklist, if he still wants to transit in the future, it won't be that simple anymore.

"..."

Station Chief Varta happened to be heading out, saw this scene, nodded with great satisfaction and said: "This is the work attitude of young people, an example for you all to learn from."

Finished speaking, Varta looked at Menard not far away, his gaze locked dead on the car, revealed an inscrutable smile, turned and got into the Hummer, heading in the opposite direction, that is, the direction of Mexico, swaggering away.

The few people beside Menard also saw this scene, immediately spoke up and asked: "Boss, do we need to chase after him?"

Simultaneously, still made a wiping gesture across his own neck with his palm.

What a great opportunity, Milton went out alone, and to chase a smuggler at that!

Completely possible to take the chance to let him "die in the line of duty"!

However, Menard slowly shook his head: "No, the reason we've survived until now is caution. Absolutely cannot be impulsive... Milton is no fool."

Holed up at the checkpoint for so long, this time just came out of the Station Master's Office and drove off alone rushing out?

Might be some kind of trap!

"Send people to just follow from afar, see what he intends to do."