Chapter 59

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

Carlos felt his hair stand on end under Milton's gaze, and he hurriedly shouted, "You just promised me! You said you wouldn't kill me!"

Just now Carlos had handed over the vast majority of his possessions, buying himself a life.

After this matter, the Station Chief certainly wouldn't trust him again; he had already lost his value — a valueless person, no one would care about his life, and likewise no one would care about his death.

Carlos believed his life or death no longer held any significance for Milton.

Moreover, after this matter, he and Milton were in fact no longer enemies; they could cooperate to scheme for more benefits, even help Milton scheme for the Checkpoint.

Before today, Carlos only felt Milton was an ant he could casually trample to death, but after today, he suddenly felt Milton might not be unable to seize the Checkpoint and become the new Station Chief.

Being able to become Milton's subordinate wasn't bad either... he only wanted to be the Station Chief's subordinate, and didn't care who the Station Chief was.

Milton took out his M29 Revolver, swung out the cylinder, took out 4 Bullets from inside, and simultaneously spoke: "I am a man of my word; I promised not to kill you, so I won't kill you."

Hearing this guarantee, Carlos's tone finally relaxed a bit; he let out a long sigh, smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Then, can you help bandage me?"

"Or send me to the Hospital..."

Halfway through his words, Carlos suddenly felt something was off.

Because Milton didn't acknowledge him, but instead walked over to the two Fan Kang Gang members, and threw the M29 with only two Bullets left onto the ground.

"I'm giving all of you a chance."

One gun, two Bullets, three people.

The atmosphere at the Scene completely froze.

The meaning was already very Obvious — whoever gets that gun lives.

As for grabbing the gun to fight back, none of them dared... didn't they see the three Automatic Rifles aimed at them?

One Fan Kang Gang member finally couldn't hold back, trembling as he asked: "Sir, can you be more specific?"

Milton amusingly countered: "When your boss Raoul gave you the Mission to kill me, was he very specific?"

The Gang member was still hesitating, but Carlos, upon hearing this, dragging his already crippled legs, lunged for that Pistol a step ahead!

He didn't want to die!

However, a physically intact person's movements were Obviously faster.

One Gang member seized the Pistol first, aiming at his colleague.

The one aimed at cried out in fear: "Wait, we're brothers, don't you forget, I even brought you..."

Bang!

The Muzzle swung around, aiming at Carlos.

Carlos truly felt Death's footsteps; he dragged his body, crawling on the ground in a panic, then raised his head glaring at Milton, eyes bloodshot: "You can't kill me, Milton, you promised..."

Bang!

The last Bullet fired, ending Carlos's noise.

After Eliminating the two who had been eating and drinking harmoniously just now, he fearfully turned, looking at Milton, terrified this terrifying "Hell Tax Collector" would go back on his word.

Milton didn't bother with these three people displaying their ugly states, came to the rear of the Truck, pulled down the Tailgate, and simply used the Panel to Scan the Goods inside.

The most important X-ray Machine and its supporting Equipment were all inside, as well as Blood Analyzer, Desktop Centrifuge, Defibrillator...

Also enough various Medicines for the pharmacy to consume for a long time.

They Look like Medical Supplies, but thinking carefully one can Discover these things are actually entirely for the Drug business and experiments.

Smuggling a bit of Medicine bitterly, how does that Compare to joining the Sinaloa Cartel's interest chain to Earn money?

The Soviet Union's Medical care was highly developed; after Disintegration various Assets were sold off cheaply; these Goods' face value isn't high, but the Channels needed are not simple.

The Fan Kang Gang values this batch of so-called Medical Supplies so much precisely because this batch of Goods relates to their new business — this batch of Goods isn't even something such a small Gang can regularly use; it's Estimated to also involve others on the interest chain, such as Hospitals.

Milton loaded the surrendered RPG-7 and several Armor-piercing Rounds onto the Truck Bed, got into the Passenger Seat, and asked: "Are all the Photos taken?"

"All taken."

"No problem, get in, we're withdrawing. 'Poison' you go to the Truck Bed, 'Medicine Bottle' drive."

Of course, Milton also didn't forget to take back his M29 from the surviving Gang member's hand.

Flora sat in the Driver's Seat, Ignited the engine, and casually asked: "You really let that person go? Doesn't seem like your style."

Milton laughed, countering: "Who am I?"

"Uh..." Flora scratched her head, "You're Milton? You're the 'Hell Tax Collector'?"

"Wrong, tonight I'm a Fan Kang Gang member." Milton Hehe Smiled, "A Fan Kang Gang member who attacked the Checkpoint."

Flora was first stunned, then shocked: "Hiss, you mean..."

From behind the Truck, Sudden Sound of intense gunfire came!

And slightly exaggerated, overly performative shouts:

"My god, it's the Fan Kang Gang, they attacked the Checkpoint!"

"Brothers, counterattack quick, let these Gangs see our might."

"Bad, Mr. Carlos sacrificed himself... Avenge him!"

"..."

The person wanting to sabotage the Station Chief and Fan Kang Gang's Cooperation isn't just Milton alone, but also Menard who was ambushed!

The Truck Charged out of the Checkpoint, picked up "The Anvil" and his Equipment, and continued racing toward Maracan Town.

Flora shook her head: "Impressive! Honestly, when we first met, I thought you were the type who followed the rules, the kind who would take Carlos to court."

"The court is full of their people; taking him to court is no better than taking him straight to God."

Flora's thoughts jumped quickly, and she asked with some surprise: "You actually believe in God?"

"Yes, not only do I believe in God, I also have evidence proving God is Black."

Flora was even more surprised: "What evidence?!"

Milton said with a blank expression: "Because everyone calls God Father, but God's children have never seen God." (Note 1)

"...... Damn."

Flora showed an expression of wanting to laugh but not being able to: "Damn it... I think you can really go to Hell, Tax Collector."

"Hahahahaha!"

The atmosphere in the car instantly became light and pleasant.

After chatting for a while, they arrived at the previous parking spot.

Milton got out of the car and drove his Range Rover Defender, continuing to lead the convoy in a wild dash, quickly returning to the black market on Old Street and arriving at the door of the Black Clinic.

At this time, only a little over two hours had passed since they departed from here.

Milton jumped out of the car, greeted Luz and the others to move the equipment, while he himself walked into the clinic and knocked on the operating room door.

The doctor came out and looked over with a puzzled gaze: "What's wrong... uh, why is there so much blood on you?"

Wasn't it said to go get equipment? How did he come back so quickly?

"The equipment you wanted, I've brought it over."

Note 1: Because many Black people's children are not yet born before their father runs away.