Chapter 60

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

The equipment you wanted... I brought it over...

As a doctor, he must have been educated and read books, but Milton said this sentence to him; he could understand every single word, yet just couldn't grasp what they meant when put together.

How long has it been? Could this group have really just robbed the hospital?!

Behind Milton, several people scrambled to move the portable X-ray machine off the truck.

"The radioactive consumables are still there; they can be used directly." Milton stepped back slightly. "Do you know how to use it?"

"If I must say, no, but this thing isn't hard to learn." The doctor caught his breath, not asking how these blood-covered, murderous people had gotten hold of such equipment. "I'll figure it out with one look."

Milton glanced at the assistant still busy in the operating room and at the bullet fragments removed into the metal tray, then asked: "How confident are you now that you can complete the surgery?"

"One hundred percent." The doctor said without thinking. "By the way, can I keep this machine? I won't charge you for the surgery fee, and if you need surgery in the future, I can do it for you for free."

Milton chuckled: "The surgery fee can't buy this machine."

Channels are always the most expensive!

The doctor was slightly stunned for a moment, then showed an apologetic expression: "Sorry, I don't really know the market price."

Then he walked to the clinic's simple fire extinguisher cabinet, moved the fire extinguisher and water hose aside, pulled out a safe from inside, and then rummaged through things from the safe.

US Dollars, Pesos, Quetzals... and even some gold jewelry, a large pile of miscellaneous items.

"Some money is needed to keep the clinic running." The doctor said very sincerely. "The rest is all here; how about it, should be enough, right? Sell it? I still won't charge you the surgery fee."

He didn't use moral blackmail like "this machine can save many people"; he just took out everything he could take out.

No matter how much money there was, this sincerity of giving everything moved Milton to some extent.

"Perhaps we have another way of trading." Milton didn't look at the money. "Join my team, and you can get safety protection, free use of this machine, free use of many medical devices and medicines—later you only need to focus on how to cure diseases, and the team can help you solve everything else. How about it?"

The doctor glanced at the machine beside him, then glanced at the goods being urgently moved out, and a flicker of wavering appeared in his eyes.

But soon, he still shook his head with a bitter smile and refused: "Forget it... if I join you, many people might not dare to come see me anymore. I really hope to maintain our friendship, but I truly cannot join you."

Milton didn't force him, reached out and took the doctor's money: "Then let's conduct the first transaction. As for 'safety,' as long as you pay taxes on time, I will guarantee your safety."

The doctor was somewhat embarrassed: "Uh, but many of my equipment are smuggled..."

Even the radioactive consumables for this X-ray machine right here, this black clinic absolutely could not obtain them through legitimate channels.

"I don't care whether the goods are legal or not; as long as the taxes are paid." Milton glanced at the operating room. "Alright, go do the surgery now, don't delay any more time."

"Truly worthy of being a Hell Tax Collector."

The doctor, having obtained the new instrument, was in a great mood, carefully wiping and disinfecting the machine as if playing with a toy, and then joked: "I thought you would have urged me to do this long ago."

Previously, a group of people of unknown origin also came to him for surgery; that was truly a situation where even making a joke would get a gun pointed at you.

"Compared to seeing the doctor with a serious face, I'd rather see him relaxed." Milton said. "At least it shows the surgery hasn't failed."

The doctor nodded in agreement: "The injured person will definitely survive intact, but whether there will be sequelae depends on God's mood... Well, at least judging from the current situation, after one month of post-operative care, he should be able to move around exactly as before, and shouldn't have major sequelae."

"Come again tomorrow afternoon; by then I'll do some more checks, and if there's no problem, you can be discharged."

Milton left the black clinic, and Flora and the other two were still waiting outside on standby.

"Boss, the stuff has been moved; what do you plan to do with the truck?"

Milton glanced at the time and said: "Find any place near Fan Kang Gang's properties, drive it over there, and burn it."

The shit has already been pinned on us, so let's pin it even harder.

"Alright, we'll go now."

Seeing Flora and the others off, Milton then looked at Luz, who was worried beside him.

"Luz, is something wrong?"

"Uh, Boss... is Brandon okay?"

"Basically no problem." Milton patted his shoulder. "By the way, help me find Olivia tomorrow, that Russian journalist; I want to discuss a cooperation with her."

"She's nearby." Luz was stunned for a moment and said, "Just now Olivia wanted to take photos, but we stopped her; now she should be wandering around our pharmacy."

"She really is a fearless Nikon nut." Milton nodded. "Then perfect, bring her into the pharmacy; I have something to discuss with her."

Three minutes later, the golden-haired beauty Olivia, carrying a Nikon camera, arrived panting at the pharmacy's restaurant.

Olivia was obviously somewhat excited: "Mr. Milton, you're looking for me?"

"A woman, wandering around this kind of place late at night and nothing happened to you; impressive." Milton sized up the woman before him, who had a great figure and face, and nodded. "First tell me, what are you hoping to find by wandering around here?"

Olivia didn't hide it: "The police station shooting case this afternoon is now shocking half the province; how could I miss such a report... Coincidentally, your people were also involved, so I wanted to interview them, for example, about the current condition of the police officer involved."

"Um... can you give me some exclusive news? Or do you have anything you need my help with?"

Milton tapped the table: "Don't worry about the police station shooting case; something more important happened tonight."

Olivia remembered the booming sound from the checkpoint area not long ago, instantly became spirited, and unconsciously lifted her chest a bit: "May I ask what it is?"

Milton gazed into Olivia's blue pupils and said word by word: "Just now, Fan Kang Gang planned an armed attack on the checkpoint, sacrificing many Inspectors, and looted a batch of important supplies."

Fan Kang Gang armed attack on the checkpoint, looted a batch of important supplies...

And sacrificed many Inspectors!

Olivia was briefly dazed, then focused her gaze on the bloodstains on Milton's clothes, and after deliberating, opened her mouth: "I'd like to ask a presumptuous question... did Fan Kang Gang really attack the checkpoint?"

"Either the photos belong to you, and you write this report," Milton answered calmly, "or tomorrow you'll see someone else's report in the newspaper, the same report. Choose."

ps: The tracking data over the next few days is extremely, extremely important. I beg all readers once again not to let your books go unread before Tuesday; after Arch, there will surely be explosive updates—thank you!