Chapter 5: Tax Collection Only Within Machine Gun Range! Chapter 4 Special Agent Milton

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

Boom, boom...

The roar of the high-horsepower engine drove the car forward at full speed.

Thanks to the speed advantage, Milton had already caught up before the pickup truck ahead entered Maracan Town.

Maracan Town was a small town located near the checkpoint.

The distance between the two cars kept shrinking, but the pickup truck ahead showed no sign of slowing down; instead, it made a sharp turn and accelerated toward the town.

"Trying to shake me off with complex terrain? Or does he have backup in town?"

Either way, delay brings trouble; he had to act fast...

The town not only had complex terrain but also various facilities and pedestrians; the fleeing smuggler could crash around recklessly, but Milton could not.

Milton glanced at the gearshift already in the highest gear, then reached out and turned off the air conditioning system.

Though the extra power was slight, it was better than nothing.

He yanked the steering wheel hard; the sound of tires screeching against the ground came as Milton smoothly rounded the first sharp bend.

At this point, the advantage of good handling showed—the fleeing pickup truck clearly oversteered while turning, nearly losing control, its rear wheels even swinging onto the shoulder!

Milton, meanwhile, entered the bend very smoothly.

"A lightly loaded pickup truck with little cargo has weak rear-wheel traction... easy to give him a pit..."

Milton didn't rush it, but calmly continued tailing the car, thinking of a countermeasure.

Because of the other driver's mistake, the distance between the two cars closed again; Milton could even see through the rear window that old Mo was frantically checking the rearview mirror, then panic-stomped the accelerator.

Old Mo panicked and chose no path—suddenly changing lanes one moment, driving into the oncoming lane the next, and even scraping against a car waiting at a red light during one sharp turn.

But Milton still easily stuck to him; when the other car bounced up and down and had to drive the wrong way to bypass three slow-moving cars ahead, Milton just turned the steering wheel twice and easily slipped through the gaps between those cars.

He closed in even more!

The driver whose rearview mirror was nearly knocked off almost got scared by Milton's wild driving into hitting a tree stump.

But before he could curse, all that remained before his eyes was Milton's taillight.

"... So fast!"

"Was this inspector a race car driver before?"

By now many people had gathered by the roadside, watching this thrilling car chase.

"..."

After another round of pursuit, the distance between the two cars had shrunk to only five meters!

At this rate, Milton would catch the smuggler in no time and make a big haul.

However, just as Milton was looking for a chance to close in and force a stop, he saw the fleeing pickup truck ahead slightly change direction, directly ramming toward a pedestrian crossing the street!

If that pedestrian hadn't thrown himself in the opposite direction in time, he would probably have been turned into mincemeat by now!

The medicine bottle in the passerby's hand slipped, scattering medicine all over the road; his face instantly showed distress and confusion, clearly waiting for this bottle of medicine to take home to treat a child or elder!

Fortunately, the medicine scattered on the ground could still be taken after picking it up...

This scene made Milton's gaze sink; he turned the steering wheel and narrowly avoided the pedestrian.

"Damn it... this old Mo is definitely a desperate man!"

He actually wanted to use innocent lives to buy time? Tie the inspector's hands?!

To be honest, this trick did have a bit of "deterrence" on Milton.

He wasn't a saint, but that didn't mean he could ignore innocent lives without any psychological burden.

Because of this move, the distance between the two cars was finally slightly widened, to about ten meters.

Fine, indiscriminate killing of innocents, no martial virtue, huh?

Then don't forget, real martial virtue is in my hands!

Milton had already accumulated a lot of frustration from all the trouble during this period.

Now Milton was truly angry; he glanced at the passenger seat with the corner of his eye, took the automatic rifle, rolled down the car window, and casually pointed the muzzle at the sky.

Bang bang bang! Bang bang! Bang bang bang!

The huge sound of gunpowder exploding in the bullets and gun chamber echoed through the whole town!

Using an automatic firearm with one hand couldn't be called precise; even sweeping a car could easily injure bystanders, so it was better to raise the muzzle.

But this kind of fierce, rapid gunfire was enough to alert more than half the town.

It both made cars on the road give way and warned pedestrians.

And... most importantly, when reporting damage afterward, Milton could report a few more rounds of ammunition.

Fire two magazines, report three magazines upward.

"If you don't take it and I don't take it, how does the Station Chief take it? From now on call me Smith, no, Special Agent Milton..."

Indeed, under the continuous dense sweeping fire of the automatic rifle, the pedestrians who had just gathered on the street no longer watched the excitement; they instinctively ran for cover, seeking nearby shelter, moving as if they had lost something!

The cars on the road also suddenly decreased a lot.

In almost ten seconds, the street became extremely deserted.

Milton didn't expect that this series of sweeping fire would be so effective, really efficiently clearing the block.

If this were in a place with good public order, this gunfire might attract more onlookers... It seems that sometimes, chaos isn't entirely without benefit.

More importantly, Lao Mo ahead, upon hearing the dense gunfire, was obviously scared enough, operating wildly in a panic, and had already been tailed by Milton to an extremely dangerous distance.

Five meters... three meters...

There was no intersection ahead, nor any other vehicles or pedestrians.

Good opportunity!

Milton didn't hesitate a bit, lightly stepped on the accelerator with one foot, and approached the rear of the pickup truck from the flank.

Aligned the anti-collision beam with the pickup truck's rear, gently turned the steering wheel.

Bang!

A crisp collision sound rang out, the pickup truck's rear wheels instantly lost traction, and the tires against the ground let out a harsh "screech" of intense friction.

Accompanied by white smoke from overheated tires, the pickup truck's rear was whipped 180 degrees, swaying violently left and right in a "death wobble," then rushed straight onto the sidewalk, knocking over a row of trash cans, continued rushing forward over ten more meters, overturned a fruit stand by the road, then shuddered violently once.

Completely stalled.

"Perfect American-style PIT maneuver... though, it's not that my skill is high, but rather this kind of RWD pickup truck wasn't carrying cargo, a light tap and the rear wheels lose traction and it loses control."

Milton executed a U-turn, drove the car to the fruit stand nearby, swapped the rifle's magazine, aimed at the pickup truck's driver's seat, and pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang!

After three shots shattered the driver's side window glass, Milton walked up, yanked open the door, dragged that Lao Mo out of the car onto the ground, and simultaneously kicked him several times viciously in the face and kidney area.

The already dizzy and disoriented smuggler immediately felt excruciating pain, his whole body instantly curled into a ball, gasping "heh heh" from his mouth, unable to even make a sound.

Unlike what many imagine, when suffering excruciating pain, most people cannot shout at the first moment, and have no strength or energy to shout.

For this kind of scum, Milton wasn't polite in the slightest.

Besides, the resentment pent up in his heart recently was originally very great.

Ding ding dang dang... pu ta...

The sound of shell casings falling on the ground and fists and feet striking flesh made who knows how many pairs of ears in the surroundings feel a stabbing pain.

This Inspector... is too violent, right?!

Right off the bat it's spraying bullets, ramming cars, beating people?

After recovering from the initial pain, Lao Mo's miserable cries spread across the whole block: "Stop hitting me, sir! Stop hitting me... ah!!!"

"I'm not beating you." Milton's kicking force didn't weaken in the slightest, he even directly smashed the gunstock down, "I'm just making sure you'll tell me the truth."

Lao Mo was about to cry: "Sir, ask away!"

Son of a bitch dogshit Inspector, go ahead and ask!

People in this line of work have taken plenty of beatings, but this was the first time Lao Mo felt this aggrieved — who starts by not asking a word, and first performs punishment as art?

You ask, I'll confess even what my eighteen generations of ancestors stole!

"Who are you, where are you from, what contraband did you bring?" Milton's voice was cold, "I'm giving you a very sincere piece of advice, absolutely, absolutely, do not let me suspect you're lying."

"Sir, I'll talk... I'll talk! I, I really am Mexican, working for the Fan Kang Gang! It's not that I wanted to run, if I lose this batch of goods, they'll definitely take my whole family's lives!"

Fan Kang Gang?!

Milton, who had originally been certain this person wouldn't have a major faction behind him, his gaze instantly froze!