Chapter 56: Taxation Exists Only Within Machine Gun Range! Chapter 54: Dark Psychology

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Protagonist:

Milton

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"'Anvil' received, preparing to shell."

Actually, 'Anvil' couldn't have failed to think of the shelling plan; it's just that this mortar belongs to the employer, not them.

During a previous contract, a similar situation caused a dispute that nearly led to disaster.

So even though Milton had already handed over the mortar and the M24 for their use, they would first consider using the lower-cost M24 to resolve the predicament.

Now that Milton has spoken up, there's nothing to hold back on.

As for why they didn't shell earlier, the reason is also simple — they only have one gun, unable to form a firepower net, and a mortar isn't a 500kg aerial bomb; blindly bombarding without knowing the enemy's position would only alert the enemy, with little effect.

"Northeast wind, wind speed 4.1 m/s, crosswind correction... humidity approximately 67%, speed of sound correction coefficient reduced... target straight-line distance 310 meters, but with a 12-meter elevation difference, needs conversion to... quadrant elevation..."

Milton nods slightly.

This is the advantage of a veteran; if it were someone else, even with a firing table, they'd have to verify for a long, long time, absolutely impossible to complete aiming within 10 seconds.

Listening to the rapid transmissions over the radio, Milton says: "Fire once calibration is complete."

"Target 1, range scale... direction... 10 rounds rapid fire, load, fire."

Thump!

3 seconds later, the M720 high-explosive shell descends from the sky, landing precisely in the target area; the terrifying explosion blasts out a scorching red fireball, instantly engulfing three enemies.

Boom—!

Gunfire from the enemy position abruptly ceases!

Under the violent vibration and shock, the vast majority of surrounding windows and glass products shatter in response; Milton bends slightly, raises his head, shakes the glass shards off his face, and looks out the window from a safe angle —

Soon, another shell lands, this time the impact point slightly farther back, covering the road the enemy might retreat along.

Immediately after comes the side road, rooms where enemies might still exist, areas 'Anvil' considers risky...

The fierce shelling lasts a full 10 rounds before stopping!

The position that had just barely organized a counterattack defense line turns into a sea of fire in an instant; half-charred corpse chunks and shattered gun parts are scattered everywhere.

You and your cover are equally laughable.

"No live enemy forces observed."

"Seize the position!"

Hearing the observer's report, Milton doesn't hesitate; facing the oncoming heat wave, he raises his gun, vaults the window, and lunges forward, charging toward the last advantageous cover.

Must take advantage of the brief vacuum after the shelling to seize the position a step ahead!

The three move extremely fast; in just under 10 seconds, they have already occupied the Station Master's Office and a storage room.

Cover blown to pieces, many corpses lie on the ground; some have lower bodies blown away, severed in two; others lie silently on the ground, looking like they were shot dead.

Milton doesn't hesitate, administering follow-up shots to everyone to prevent anyone from playing dead.

"Combat isn't over yet, 'Poison' cover the flank, we can't completely ignore the possibility of Menard taking cold shots; 'Medicine Bottle' and I push forward together, clear enemies inside the warehouse, move out."

"Received!"

However, Milton, mentally prepared for a hard fight, advances with Flora and clears several covers, yet discovers no enemies at all.

Instead, three people are huddled in a warehouse corner, curled into a ball, trembling violently.

The enemy gives up resistance just like that? They clearly still have sufficient depth...

Hearing footsteps behind them, the three immediately raise their hands high, crying out in fear: "We surrender! Sir, please tell your men to stop firing! We won't resist!"

At their feet lie an RPG-7 rocket launcher and several automatic rifles; clearly they still possess some capacity to resist.

But successive teammates falling and the continuous cannonade directly shattered the Inspectors' morale completely; in despair they chose to lay down arms and surrender.

Anyone who often goes to the battlefield knows that unilateral shelling deals an extremely heavy blow to morale.

Just hearing that deafening cannon roar, the vast majority of people don't even dare lift their heads.

When facing artillery, that kind of despair and powerlessness where one can only pray in one's heart that shells don't land on one's head destroys the Inspectors' last shred of fighting spirit.

The shelling clearly only lasted ten-odd seconds, yet the Inspectors felt as if they had endured a long 10 minutes.

What's more, the Inspectors thought the opposition had at least 10 people, while their own side already had few survivors left.

"Where are the others?" Milton didn't expect the battle to end this fast, enemy resistance this low; slightly stunned, but immediately controls these "colleagues": "Did they all run?"

"All dead, except the garage side..." one Inspector says with trembling hands; halfway through, he suddenly feels this voice sounds familiar, "Wait, you, you're... Milton?!"

Milton?!

The other two trembling Inspectors on the ground also turn their heads in shock.

This "legendary" colleague who offended Menard, offended the Fan Kang Gang, offended the Station Chief has long been a topic of bedtime talk for many Inspectors.

Even inside the station someone opened a pool betting on how many days until Milton gets whacked; quite a few people participated in the gambling.

Originally most people thought within a week Milton would die miserably in the streets.

But after they heard the story of Milton openly firing on a police car on the highway, the "Milton whacked within 3 days" option in the pool instantly became the favorite, odds plummeting!

Yes, even hearing Milton's story, no one at the checkpoint really took him seriously.

There are too many of these so-called ruthless types; every year a few show up, one batch after another, which one wasn't ambitious in life, who hasn't done something sensational?

Over in Mexico, there are even people who dare blow up police stations; blowing up a police car counts for what?

In the end, didn't they all fail to make even a splash?

It's just that Guatemala's police have seen too little.

But who knew, just a single day later, this colleague actually came straight to bomb them!

When the cannon shells fell on their own heads, watching helplessly as colleagues who had been laughing and chatting minutes ago were blown to pieces, they finally viscerally felt how terrifying the title "Hell Tax Collector" Milton truly was!

Seeing it was a "colleague," the Inspector sprawled on the ground seemed to see a hope of survival, and shouted loudly: "Milton, Milton! I'm Hahn, long time no see, do you remember me? We once... I, uh... we..."

He wanted to curry favor, but halfway through speaking, he realized there didn't seem to be any favor to curry between him and Milton.

Flora watched this scene and said with sarcasm: "Better to say you and Milton are half-brothers from different fathers and different mothers, that would make currying favor easier."

"Mm! Right, me and..."

Milton kicked out with one foot, cutting off his nonsense, and said: "What's in the garage? Hurry up and finish speaking."

That Inspector was kicked staggering, his face twisting for an instant, but he quickly adjusted his expression and said with an ingratiating smile: "Milton, that... you all hurry and leave, take my advice and don't go in, Fan Kang Gang's people are doing the paperwork, planning to drive off that truck you seized tonight..."

"Brother, you really can't go provoking people you shouldn't provoke anymore, listen to me! You just leave, I guarantee I won't tell anyone you came tonight, okay? You know, I can also put in a good word for you with the Station Chief..."

Fan Kang Gang wants to drive off the medical truck? Raoul has indeed thoroughly colluded with the Station Chief.

Milton listened to this colleague prattle on a whole bunch, then suddenly spoke up and nodded: "Fine, we're leaving."

"Remember, I've already left the Checkpoint and returned to the Town."

Milton stepped forward and dislocated several colleagues' arms, smashed their kneecaps, picked up the weapons on the ground, waved his hand, and took away the bewildered Flora and "Poison."

But Milton did not leave the Checkpoint; instead he turned and walked into a side storage room.

Flora was a bit confused: "Uh, 'Tax Collector', what are you doing?"

"I previously seized a few Fan Kang Gang people, including their clothes and belongings, I remember they were put right here." Milton stepped forward quickly, smashed open a cabinet, and fished out three sets of clothes, "Grab whatever, put on clothes, cover your faces."

Flora was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, and immediately imitated Milton's movements, making a disguise that didn't count as a disguise at all.

Preparations complete, Milton brought the few people back to the warehouse.

At this time in the warehouse, that colleague lying on the ground was baring his teeth, trying to reset his arm, still cursing under his breath.

Seeing Milton's group of three walk back in, he froze: "Didn't you leave?"

Milton pinched his throat and roared: "Dare to seize our Fan Kang Gang's stock? Brothers, kill them for me, let these Inspectors know what happens when you offend our Fan Kang Gang!"