Chapter 42: Taxes Only Within Machine Gun Range

·

·

·

Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

Two Colt Python revolvers with six-inch barrels, engraved barrels and royal blue plating that could be called works of art, carefully maintained.

Worth at least four thousand US dollars.

But what shocked Milton most was not these two fancy revolvers, but four black radios that looked utterly unremarkable, and a black box the size of a military lunchbox—it resembled a mini laptop, with a vertical board on the front bearing an old-style calculator LCD screen, and below it a simple keyboard.

Brandon curiously leaned in, reaching out to touch the thing: "Boss, what new thing is this?"

Milton slapped away his outstretched hand, his voice trembling: "You fucking, you fucking... do you know what this thing is?! You just touch it?"

Brandon was startled: "What is this? Could it be a bomb?!"

"This is a Tactical Programming Terminal! It's the thing that generates frequency-hopping seed keys for radios, this fucking is a whole set of military frequency-hopping radios!" Milton's hands shook with excitement, "This thing simply can't be bought, what the hell are they doing that requires such caution?"

In his memory, this kind of lightweight frequency-hopping radio still needed some time before entering the market, currently in the development experimental stage, not even used by active US military yet!

It looked a bit like a Vertex VX-168, but bulkier than that, battery life might also be an issue, estimated to be a set of prototypes.

But this was enough! This was a frequency-hopping radio!

When facing stronger enemies in the future, they wouldn't have to worry about communication equipment being monitored!

Speaking of function, compared to this thing, those two Colt Python revolvers could be directly classified as "trash."

Because having this set of equipment meant that in terms of tactical communication, Milton could always maintain an information advantage... at least remain invincible!

What a huge advantage.

Although Veronica didn't quite understand, she also knew that this kind of frequency-hopping radio was something only people with background and money could get, communication equipment with excellent encryption performance.

She was stunned, then spoke: "I suddenly feel a bit glad that Walker and them destroyed that batch of evidence... because that definitely wasn't something we could handle."

"It's fine, anyway important news didn't leak out, the police station will also coldly suppress and cover it up, not letting higher-ups know about this, lest they get dragged down too."

Brandon coldly smiled: "No wonder that Pedro guy was anxious to take over the Garbage Disposal Plant, turns out he hid something this good."

Milton swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Move this set of equipment onto the car, take it back, must be careful, absolutely don't bump or knock it! I'm not exaggerating at all, this small box is ten times more precious than gold of the same size."

This time they really struck it rich.

Not only did they wipe out Fan Kang Gang's remaining strength in the Town, cut off one of their funding sources, harvest a large sum of cash, harvest 700,000 Red Points, but even found the most cutting-edge tactical equipment of today!

Think about it, if the enemy had radio monitoring equipment and could hear Milton's tactical commands clearly during combat, what a disaster that would be?

After today, this kind of situation will never happen again.

The four took the spoils and loaded them onto the already dilapidated Chevrolet Caprice.

Milton looked at the sedan almost ready for the scrapyard and said to Brandon: "Your car was damaged because of executing a mission, repair costs will be subsidized from Team Funds."

When in a good mood, people become generous.

Brandon, who had gotten over twenty thousand US dollars in cash from the Pharmacy and Garbage Disposal Plant, immediately hunched his shoulders in fright and shook his head: "No, Boss, this really won't do, I've taken enough, can't take anymore, if I take more my conscience won't let me live."

Milton frowned: "Official business is official business, private matters are private matters."

But this time Brandon refused no matter what, refusing again, and gave a reasonable reason: "Um, Boss, my car is legally registered and has insurance. We don't need to pay out of pocket to fix it."

As for whether insurance would be denied, Brandon believed anyone who had heard the name "Hell Tax Collector" wouldn't have the guts.

"Fine." Milton naturally wouldn't be pretentious about spending other people's money, "The increased premiums next year, the Team will reimburse you."

Several people got in the car and set off on the road home.

The few who had achieved victory finally relaxed.

"Ah! Suddenly so relaxed!"

"Speaking of which, Boss is really too generous."

"Feel like life suddenly got better..."

Veronica shook her head while sighing: "I've never seen so much money in my life, heavens, twenty thousand US dollars! I've worked at the Checkpoint for four years and haven't earned twenty thousand in total."

"Colt Python... those powerful Gang Godfathers seem to like this gun, I was saying Boss you have the potential to be a Godfather, Jesus is hinting at you."

Milton's forehead veins jumped: "I just collect some taxes, I'm not a Gang, I'm not a Godfather!"

"Boss, what are we doing next? I'm sticking with you, only by following you can we make big money!"

Milton immediately poured cold water on his teammates: "Next, hurry up and figure out how to turn money into combat power, prepare to resist Fan Kang Gang and Other Forces' crazy suppression openly and secretly."

"The war between Fan Kang Gang and another Gang is about to end, once they free their hands, they will definitely come for revenge. As for the Police Station and Checkpoint, needless to say, after today, we and Police Chief Pedro are blood enemies."

Luz's expression fell: "Boss, can you let us be happy for a while..."

"Suddenly not in the mood to eat."

Brandon quickly recovered from the joy of making big money—having the life to earn also requires having the life to spend.

"I remember 'Boss' has a pretty good relationship with a black arms dealer, maybe after going back we can try our luck with him, see how to strengthen us?"

"Okay." Milton nodded, "Go back and rest first, then find the arms dealer to trade for some Equipment."

"......"

Soon, the few returned to Old Street, preparing to park the car into the garage.

Along the way Milton could hear many people discussing the "Hell Tax Collector" matter.

It made Milton annoyed.

Brandon couldn't be allowed to spread rumors indiscriminately, this unpleasant nickname must be gotten rid of somehow!

Before parking, Milton suddenly saw a familiar figure loitering around.

Horn? The informant he planted at the Checkpoint? What was he doing here?

"You all rest first, I'm going to see someone."

Milton got out of the car with confusion.

Brandon hurriedly threw the car key to his teammate in the rear seat and followed: "Boss, I'm going with you!"

Soon, the two people arrived before Horn.

Milton nodded at him and asked: "Looking for me? What is it?"

Horn looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar colleague, his expression a bit complex, also a bit fearful: "Uh... that, the information you had me gather before, I've compiled a copy for you, take a look if it's useful."

"Then, there's a letter of appointment from the Station Chief, he promoted you to Inspection Supervisor, that is... the matter and people of Maracan Town's customs duty arrears collection, theoretically all fall under your jurisdiction. But, you know our checkpoint's rank divisions, they're all for show... you still have no real authority, it's just that this matter blew up a bit, the Station Chief had no choice but to promote you, doing it for appearances."

"Oh, also, tomorrow the police station has a commendation conference, Officer Brandon has to go."

"Menard seems to want to negotiate with you."

"And the Fan Kang Gang..."

He has connections with everyone, this person is a born broker.

Milton raised his hand, took all that intelligence from his hands, and said: "Wait here a moment."

Finished speaking, he turned and entered the Black Pharmacy, put the materials away properly, and at the same time took his own Toyota SR5 pickup's car key.

After going out, Milton threw the car key to Horn, then nodded: "Continue, how is the Fan Kang Gang."

Horn held the car key, a bit confused: "Wait... this is?"

"Your reward."

Last time blowing up someone else's new car was quite embarrassing, Milton also happened to plan to change cars, simply gave the old car to Horn as reward payment.

Horn's eyes flashed with shock, flashed with confusion, he subconsciously shook his head: "No, I can't..."

He built good relations with people everywhere, just to survive, never asked for any reward — he also didn't dare ask a "Hell Tax Collector" for any reward.

Milton raised his hand to press down, interrupting him: "Tell me, how is the Fan Kang Gang?"

Horn stared blankly at the car key in his hand, suddenly felt a very unfamiliar, very complex emotion.

He suddenly had an impulse to tell Milton everything he knew, not missing a single word.

"The Fan Kang Gang achieved total victory in the gang war on the Mexico side, Station Chief Varta has already taken people over to conduct the final step of the cooperation agreement with Raoul! They'll be able to turn around and deal with you very soon!"