Chapter 57

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

Hearing these words, several Inspectors first showed astonishment on their faces, then deep fear.

"Wait! You……"

"Spare me, I'll tell you where my money is……"

Bang bang bang!

Milton and the others answered with gunfire, bullets poured into every part of the three people's bodies, turning them into hornet's nests within a second.

The three fell headfirst and slept.

Flora had emptied two-thirds of a magazine, and while tactically reloading, she asked sarcastically: "Is this disguise really useful? Isn't this just fooling yourself?"

This disguise is too shoddy, the method too crude, surely it can't fool anyone?

Milton didn't reply, quickly walked into the warehouse, and began searching a certain storage area—he remembered that somewhere, many cameras seized by the checkpoint were stored.

Soon, Milton found the corresponding storage area and saw several dusty cameras.

Hmm, found a Kodak DCS100 digital camera, with a storage hard drive, usable.

Only then did he speak: "You don't understand, what the truth is doesn't matter, what matters is how to report it, do you understand what I mean?"

Photograph the corpses of the checkpoint Inspectors and Fan Kang Gang members, then photograph the scene's misery, immediately publish a report titled "Fan Kang Gang Attacks Checkpoint" with journalistic artistic processing, that's enough.

Whether the Fan Kang Gang actually attacked the checkpoint doesn't matter; making everyone believe they attacked it, and leaving the checkpoint unable to clarify, is what's most important.

Coincidentally, I previously met a Russian journalist who looked very short of money; maybe we can cooperate.

Even the checkpoint itself, upon seeing this rumor, could only grit its teeth and swallow it—the Fan Kang Gang corpses and the Inspector corpses lay together; admitting the rumor is better than admitting the checkpoint colluded with gangs.

Flora sighed as she walked out, coming to a bunker beside the garage: "Where did you learn all this……I always feel your methods are so dirty, aren't you a 'justice' Tax Officer?"

"The justice Tax Officer has already been hanged on the traffic light by them." Milton also came behind the bunker, speaking flatly, "So I came; this is what they chose themselves."

As for where I learned it……isn't that nonsense? Didn't I learn it from you Western Imperialist Countries?

"Okay okay!" Flora shook her head, "So how do we attack next? Directly dynamic entry the garage? There's important gear in the garage, shall we try using flashbangs?"

"I'll try to trick the door open first." Milton replied, "If that really doesn't work, we'll do the entry."

This garage has no other exits; breaking through the wall isn't something that can be done in a moment, so there's no fear of someone running out from elsewhere.

Actually, the Inspectors and Fan Gang members inside the garage probably have already lost their will to resist.

But we still need to be cautious.

Facing the door, Milton raised his voice:

"People inside, you have 15 seconds to put down your weapons and surrender; we can still talk."

"If you don't open the door, we'll shell you."

"You know we brought cannons, know we'll use them, know I'm not threatening you but stating facts."

"Timing starts."

After shouting, Milton lowered his voice and spoke into the walkie-talkie: "If they still haven't surrendered after 10 seconds, we'll immediately launch a strong attack."

"Received."

There's a medical truck inside, equipment Brandon can use, and stock that can solve the pharmacy's medicine shortage; how could Milton really use cannons to blow it up?

But the people inside don't know this.

After counting down seven or eight seconds, the garage door was opened.

A person in military uniform, along with two Fan Gang members, timidly retreated out from inside.

Milton and the other two, hidden on the side, suddenly lunged out, smashed the back of their heads several times with gunstocks, and quickly removed their wrists and arms.

After confirming the opponents had completely lost their ability to resist and that there was no one else in the garage, Milton dragged the few people into the garage, preparing to question them.

When turning over the face of that Inspector in military uniform, Milton suddenly felt he looked somewhat familiar.

It seemed……I've seen him at the checkpoint before!

Seen him in Station Chief Varta's office; he's Varta's Deputy!

Unexpectedly caught such a big fish?!

"Mr. Carlos, long time no see."

Hearing this voice, Carlos immediately turned his head, trying to look at Milton's covered face.

This truck transaction was very important, and the benefits were huge; Carlos could gain many benefits, so he didn't go to the celebration banquet but was responsible for presiding over this secret handover.

Who knew that just as the handover began, the checkpoint was actually attacked!

The other side actually dared to bring cannons to shell the checkpoint!

Previously Carlos had been guessing whether it might be the Cocoa Gang's remnants completely falling into madness, carrying out final revenge against the Fan Kang Gang and the checkpoint.

But the problem is, although the Station Chief's martial force had been transferred away, the garrison left behind still had considerable strength, with machine guns and rocket launchers, and occupied the stronghold; without more than 20 people and powerful firepower, how could it be taken down?

Weapons, for the scattered gang members, could either serve as a bottom card to continue rampaging in other areas, or be sold for money.

Gangs, organizations with extremely poor cohesion, couldn't possibly still have so many people willing to accompany them in funeral after the gang collapsed.

But now, a possibility that was extremely terrifying, extremely humiliating, and one Carlos dared not even think of, suddenly surfaced.

"Milton?!"

"Are you fucking crazy? Do you know what you're doing? Let go of me quickly! This is an order; you're seeking death!"

"Without me and Station Chief Sir, you have no qualification to stand here and speak to me at all! Do you still dare to point a gun at me?"

"Let go of me, did you hear me?"

Carlos, who had hardly learned how to be a "Gentleman," now wore a ferocious expression, revealing his original face.

He was one of the Checkpoint's Owners, yet he was actually being humiliated and treated this way by a wild dog from Outside who came to beg for food?

Carlos was completely unable to accept that he had actually been beaten by a dish on the Dining Table!

Bang!

Milton blasted a 7.62 Bullet into Carlos's Kneecap, giving his response.

For carbon-based lifeforms who haven't figured out the situation, Bullets and Rifles are the best Calming Agents.

Carlos seemed completely unexpected that Milton would actually dare to shoot at a Superior; he was stunned for a good while before a pig-like miserable cry transmitted from his Throat.

"Ah—wu……"

Milton stepped on his head with one foot, pressing his wail back into his Belly.

"Carlos, you are currently conducting illegal cross-border transactions with an Illegal Organization, having sold out the Checkpoint's interests, suspected of Treason, with conclusive evidence. I am the Checkpoint's Inspection Supervisor, and have the right to use all means to maintain the Checkpoint's legal interests."

"From now on, I ask, you answer. Any unnecessary movements and wording will be seen as resisting law enforcement; from the moment you heard the above declaration, you immediately default agree, otherwise it will be seen as resisting law enforcement, suspected of Treason, understood?"