Chapter 47

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

Milton returned to the Underground Fortress beneath the pharmacy, running his hands over that PKM machine gun back and forth several times.

Before the look in Brandon and Veronica's eyes could turn abnormal, Milton finally reluctantly set down the machine gun, waved his hand, and said: "Veronica, you keep guarding the pharmacy; Brandon, you go attend the Commendation Conference, don't wander around aimlessly."

"Boss, do you need my car? Wasn't yours given to Horn?"

"No need." Milton refused to use Brandon's beat-up car that hadn't been sent for repairs yet, "I'll buy my own. You hurry up and get yours fixed."

Both Veronica and Luz ride motorcycles, so it was even more impossible for Milton to use one.

They had money to buy new cars now, but because they had too much money, a bit of choice paralysis had appeared.

So in the end, Milton still had to pick a car himself.

Since buying a civilian vehicle didn't require Red Points anyway, Milton simply opened the System and began selecting.

Brandon was in high spirits: "Alright, I'll head out first, see how much bonus the Police Station is willing to give me this time... hmm, maybe I'll even get promoted to Sheriff, haha."

Watching Brandon's beat-up car leave, Milton lowered his head, opened the Panel, and browsed the car market.

"All used cars, and the categories aren't complete either... as expected, the Faction is too small, many rewards are restricted from Exchange."

Milton scanned a glance; the vast majority were those familiar models.

Ford, Chevrolet, Toyota, Buick...

But the vast majority were sedans and pickups.

Milton wanted to find a genuine off-road vehicle as his personal ride — in a country with underdeveloped infrastructure like this, a vehicle with better off-road capability can sometimes play a huge role.

"Off-road vehicle stock is scarce, Nissan Patrol, Ford Bronco..." While Milton was selecting, he suddenly spotted a very conspicuous vehicle.

Land Rover Defender 90, BFG all-terrain tires, and even modified with a 5.0L V8 engine!

This is a good car, and the modification potential is huge — at least adding a machine gun platform on the roof wouldn't be a problem.

Because it's a used car, it has some minor issues, but overall it's absolutely a premium condition vehicle!

The only minor issue that can't be optimized is that this car guzzles fuel like a prostitute guzzles tequila... even on highway driving the fuel consumption is as high as 18L/100km.

"No, that's not right. The expense is my problem, not the car's problem."

His gaze had lingered this long; Milton knew this Land Rover Defender was the personal ride he had set his heart on.

Milton gritted his teeth, clicked open the specific information for this Land Rover Defender, and looked toward the marked price.

Even with mental preparation, Milton froze for a good while.

"Close to 500,000 Points?! Even if they're not Red Points, isn't this price a bit outrageous?!"

After deducting the Red Points that can't be touched, which must be saved to buy armored vehicles, Milton currently had just over 500,000 Normal Points on hand.

On the black market, a Land Rover Defender of this year and condition would be at most under 80,000 US Dollars; of course, generally speaking they're priceless — have price but no market.

The 500,000 Point price tag was indeed too frightening.

"... Still better than taking the Points to the grave with me." Milton felt the pinch, but ultimately chose to Exchange, "Counts as reasonable too; the Panel Exchanges vehicles that have all gone through legal procedures, just that alone is worth a lot."

After a not-too-long struggle, Milton still spent those 500,000 Points.

【Exchange successful. Since there are other people currently in the garage, the vehicle will appear at a temporarily uninhabited location. Please retrieve it within 20 minutes. The Address is...】

Milton was a bit impatient; he casually bid farewell to Veronica and hurried toward the pickup point marked on the Panel.

A few minutes later, in a small forest, Milton saw a tall boxy shape covered by a canvas tarp.

Suppressing his excitement, Milton pulled off the tarp, and a brand-new, olive-green Land Rover Defender came into view.

Like everyone who just picked up their beloved car, Milton first circled the vehicle for an inspection — factory anti-roll cage, front steel protective grille, tubular rear bumper, modified snorkel, good!

Front and rear solid axles, coil springs, Bilstein steering dampers, good, very good!

The A/C and CD player look like aftermarket additions, but the cooling effect is good, and the CD player is a Sony, good quality.

After ignition, the sound from the V8 big heart was even more incomparably pleasing to the ear.

However he looked, it was pleasing to the eye and heart.

This is the feeling of a "beloved car"!

"Soft-top convertible... there might be potential for bulletproof modifications later, but I have no Points and no money left on hand, so this will have to do for now."

Milton knew what the real business was now, quickly composed himself, and drove this new car toward the "Fast Chopstick Delivery" Chinese restaurant.

This vehicle's rugged styling, roaring exhaust note, and the not-inconsiderable price visible at a glance attracted quite a few gazes along the way.

Parking the car, Milton walked into the restaurant.

The boss was a mixed-race person who looked to have Chinese ancestry. Seeing Milton walk into the restaurant, he hurriedly came out to greet him with an apologetic smile: "Sir, what would you like to eat today?"

Even if he didn't recognize Milton, he knew someone who could drive this kind of car out was absolutely not someone to be trifled with.

He had already prepared for the possibility of a dine-and-dash.

Milton missed his Hometown; he didn't have much special feeling for overseas Chinese. He took out 200 Quetzal banknotes and said blandly: "Book your restaurant for two hours. Everyone else leave right now. I'll pay the bill."

Who wouldn't be happy to eat for free? The other customers had no objections at all, immediately packed the remaining food into plastic bags, and quickly left the restaurant.

Seeing the 200 Quetzal handed over, the restaurant boss was also delighted — earning 200 in just 2 hours, this gig is worth it.

"Sir, please sit, please sit. I'll go get you water. Tell me whatever you want to eat. I'll bring you the TV remote; you watch whatever you want!"

Sigh... in the end I still have to eat American-style Chinese food.

Looking at the menu that gave him zero appetite, Milton finally ordered a chicken chow mein and a beef with broccoli that he could relatively accept.

As for the TV channel, Milton didn't switch it — just as well, it happened to be broadcasting local news.

Local councilor Lopez de Mendoza promised that if he were elected to Congress, he would push drug-related reforms locally. He promised his reforms would protect the patents and interests of pharmaceutical companies, enabling them to develop more drugs to treat diseases; at the same time, he would accelerate the privatization of medical insurance.

He claimed this would increase the variety of drugs and significantly reduce medication costs.

Currently, Lopez's support rate has exceeded 48%……

A prison break occurred at Maracan Town Prison, and the fugitives have not yet been found……

「……」

Maracan Town cracked a major drug smuggling case, with several police officers killed in a gang attack. It is reported that the Qingteng Charity Foundation was exposed in a major scandal in this smuggling case, with several executives arrested.

The local court claimed they strongly condemn such criminal acts and will not tolerate them. Several Qingteng Foundation executives may face prison terms of under one year, heavy fines, and heavy bail.

Several executives stated they were completely unaware of their employees' actions and would hire lawyers to defend their legitimate rights and interests.

The police station decided to commend several brave police officers……

「……」

Milton speared a mouthful of noodles and shook his head slightly—causing who knows how many people, even children and pregnant women, to die in this "major scandal," yet it was just brushed off so lightly.

One year? Milton was certain these people wouldn't even need to go to prison.

The local border inspection, police station, and court were all their people; even if caught in the act, even if the evidence was conclusive, so what? To them, it was just losing a project.

Milton watched the news for a while longer, and when the time approached 15:30, a tall man walked in from outside the door and sat down at the table.

"Mr. Milton, the 'Hell Tax Collector'? I'm here for the interview."