Chapter 43

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

Mexico, Chiapas, Red Bay Hotel.

At the Fan Kang Gang's victory banquet, velvet curtains hung on both sides of the hall, and all manner of extravagantly luxurious crystal chandeliers illuminated the venue brilliantly.

Several female corpses were suspended in the center of the stage, along with several burly men who had their limbs severed and were tortured beyond human shape.

Raoul Montoya walked step by step to the highest point of the stage, flicked open a Damascus steel folding knife like a work of art, and sliced the ribbon of the champagne tower; the fine wine immediately flowed slowly down the stone steps.

"To the brothers forever resting at the bottom of the Grijalva River!"

Swish! The next second, he backhandedly slit the Cocoa Gang Leader's throat, smiling as he watched him collapse and convulse; watching his fresh blood gush out, also flowing toward the stone steps.

Amid the mixture of blood and fine wine, enthusiastic cheers erupted at the scene.

"Victory!"

As the cheers rang out, waiters also tremblingly brought up dish after dish, placing them on the tables.

The Checkpoint Inspector Station Chief's Deputy, Carlos, sat in his seat drinking fine wine, and smiled at the approaching Raoul: "A great victory."

"To friendship." Raoul clinked glasses. "Then, when will that batch of goods you seized be returned to us?"

Carlos smiled: "It's already going through the final procedures. I guess, two days at most."

"You know the true value of that batch of goods." Raoul's face turned a bit serious. "The trucks don't just have medicine, they have medical devices... Just because we can get them cheap doesn't mean they're only worth this little. They're very important to us, I must get them back."

There was a hint of threat in these words, but Carlos still just smiled: "I guarantee you, by tomorrow night, you'll see your trucks. Just pay customs duty once more based on a cargo value of fifty thousand US dollars. I trust this amount is nothing to the current Fan Kang Gang."

"Very good."

The few who had reached the final agreement were all in extremely good spirits, and their attention quickly gathered on the food.

Over ten minutes later, a Fan Kang Gang enforcer suddenly rushed into the venue in a panic, looking flustered as he came to Raoul's table.

"What is it?" Raoul didn't look up, leisurely spearing a piece of suckling pig meat into his mouth.

That underling glanced at Carlos, and didn't speak.

Raoul put down his knife and fork, looked over: "I told you to speak."

That underling only then opened his mouth: "Milton... Milton last night brought a group of people, armed assault on St. Lucia Clinic, rushed into the morgue, then successfully escaped."

Raoul's face changed drastically, he whipped his head around: "Son of a bitch! He's a madman, does he know what he's doing?!"

But after just cursing once, his expression eased: "Hmm... we haven't moved corpses these past few days, Milton won't find anything, no need to be nervous. Control the news a bit, just don't let it get out."

For business like this, the Fan Kang Gang is merely a glove for larger interest groups, not even one pair among their countless gloves.

If something goes wrong, a minor gang like them that only throws its weight around on the border would be wiped out in an instant.

Seeing the boss's emotions settle, that underling carefully continued reporting: "Then... Milton, bringing people... went, went to the garbage disposal plant..."

"..."

The banquet hall fell silent for a moment.

"What?!"

If hearing Milton attacked the hospital only made Raoul nervous, upon hearing "garbage disposal plant," cold sweat directly seeped out of his forehead!

His eyeballs instantly bloodshot, he nearly bounced out of his chair, fingers digging directly into the underling's flesh and blood.

"What did you say?! You fucking say it again! Where did this madman go?!"

"Is Pedro a fucking pig?! Isn't he the Police Chief? Why did he let Milton find that place?! This batch of goods belongs to the fucking Sinaloa Cartel! Do you know what the Sinaloa Cartel is?! They're real warlords!"

"Even if the drug lords don't come after us, if this leaks out, those Indian Uprising Army guys calling themselves the Zapatista National Liberation Army will wipe us out too! They've been acting like mad dogs on anti-drug lately, you know?!"

"Milton this madman, if he wants to commit suicide don't drag us down with him!"

Raoul, who had just annihilated his enemy, at this moment actually felt the crisis of being annihilated himself!

That underling had never seen the boss this agitated, had never seen such tangible fear revealed in the boss's eyes.

He also shook his head fearfully: "Pedro, Pedro said... before Milton came in, this batch of evidence had already been destroyed. They only found a small amount of Pioglitazone there."

"Boss, the brothers really did their best... they, they were all killed by Milton, all of them! Even, even several of the cops we bought off died! This madman is too strong!"

"You know, he, he actually dared open fire on police cars in the street! He even issued a ticket to the garbage disposal plant! He really is a Tax Collector from Hell!"

Hearing the evidence hadn't leaked, Raoul only then slowly recovered from the terror, slowly releasing his hand.

Hearing so many subordinates dead, hearing the Fan Kang Gang's life in Maracan Town uprooted, he should originally have been very angry.

But now Raoul's heart surprisingly held only relief!

"Since no major disaster resulted in the end, this matter must be suppressed!" Raoul took two deep breaths, waved his hand. "Can't let the higher-ups know."

As for those dead underlings, most were just unimportant Peripheral Members. Dead is dead.

That underling nodded: "All relevant informed persons have been silenced."

Raoul panted a breath. At this point he had no appetite at all. He turned to look at Carlos, laughed mockingly: "Your Checkpoint produced quite a remarkable person, huh? 'Hell Tax Collector', kills countless, how intimidating?"

Carlos acted very much like a Gentleman. He revealed a regretful smile: "His accomplices will pay the price soon enough."

Raoul coldly smiled: "Aren't these people your side's 'heroes'? How do you want them to pay the price? What price can you make them pay?"

Still have to rely on gangs to act?

"We of course cannot move against 'heroes'." Carlos spoke slowly, wiping his mouth. "But what if a vicious criminal imprisoned in the police station escaped? If he wants to retaliate against Milton who destroyed his business?"

Raoul dumped all the remaining food onto the table: "As far as I know, none of those criminals have the qualifications to meddle in this business. Where would the benefit come from? After release, what reason would he have to kill Milton with whom he has absolutely no hatred? Why not just take the chance to flee?"

Carlos smiled without emotion: "We cut off one of his sister's fingers, stuffed it in his lunch."

These words made Raoul involuntarily shake his head, and he continued asking: "How will he act? Just one person, can he beat Milton?"

"Tomorrow, the Police Station has a Commendation Conference."

Raoul was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Carlos... I often feel that you all are more like a Gang than I am."

Carlos stood up and straightened his Clothes: "Mr. Raoul, don't you plan to do something?"

The Gang war has ended, and Raoul can spare manpower to deal with Milton.

Raoul tapped the table: "One bulletproof M1114 with two SUVs, two M2 Browning machine guns, one MGLY2 M374 Grenade launcher, 300KG of powerful explosives. Fifteen people in total, all elites who have killed Countless people in gunfights... they can organize it within Three Days."

For a small Gang, this kind of Firepower counts as mobilizing everything!

If it weren't for just now destroying the Cocoa Gang and Seizing quite a few Weapons, Raoul wouldn't have the ability to pull out this much Heavy Firepower to deal with a mere Milton.

Unless he chooses to empty out the entire headquarters.

Dispatching this kind of Firepower is enough to show how determined Raoul is to eliminate Milton.

Carlos still wasn't quite trusting: "I heard Milton's Marksmanship is very good."

"The Gang still has three sets of Heavy Body Armor." Raoul brought out his treasures accumulated over many years, kept at the bottom of the box, "The three people using Machine Guns and M374 Grenade launchers will make good use of these Bulletproof Vests."

"Very good." Carlos was finally reassured: "Then, pleasant Cooperation? Our Station Chief, Mr. Varta, is already eager to come see you."

The Station Chief coming in person means all Details have been finalized, and Cooperation is officially reached.

Raoul laughed: "Pleasant Cooperation!"