Chapter 61: Taxation Only Within Machine Gun Range

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

For Olivia, there really was no good choice.

If she were the kind of childish person who insisted on so-called procedural justice without considering objective facts, she simply could not have survived until now.

She immediately agreed: "Today you will be able to see the content you want to see in the most influential local lunch newspaper."

Milton took out the camera, leaned back against the chair back, and said in a calm tone: "Hope we still have a chance to cooperate again."

This sentence, in the ears of someone sincerely cooperating, and in the ears of someone with ulterior motives, carries completely different meanings.

"Rest assured."

Olivia picked up the camera, turned and walked two steps, then suddenly turned back and said hesitantly: "I always have a feeling that you are different from others... In my view, whether it is Raoul of the Fan Kang Gang, or Station Chief Varta, they are actually all very low-level, but you are different from them, you are different from everyone here."

Milton raised his hand toward the door: "I'll take that as praise."

"Wish you a wonderful night."

After Olivia hurriedly left the black market and got into her beat-up little car and drove away, Milton then called Luz and Veronica over.

"Come with me, get in the car."

Luz opened the passenger door of the Defender: "Where else do we need to go? Are there still loose ends that haven't been cleaned up?"

"Carlos gave up several locations where he hid money; we'll search them clean first. Tonight's news will get out immediately; if we don't hurry and act, others will benefit. Not far outside the town he has a villa, keeping several women; money and jewelry and such valuables shouldn't be few either."

During the confession, Carlos gave up his women as well; in his view, these were also very valuable "things."

Luz and Veronica, both fellow Inspectors, were both startled: "Carlos?"

Milton announced calmly: "He is already dead."

"Dead..."

Luz struggled to chew over this news.

One night... no, two-plus hours; many people were even still in dreamland, yet this trusted subordinate of Varta was done in inside the checkpoint?

Veronica spoke bluntly: "Luz, quietly tell me what type the boss likes; I can act any role. Does he like the nurse type?"

"At least lower your voice a bit!"

"..."

In the dark night, the car drove all the way to the town outskirts, arriving near the villa.

Along the way in the town, hardly a few lit lamps could be seen, yet this remote villa was brightly lit, and several armed guards stood at the door.

However, upon seeing the approaching vehicle model, these armed security guards dispersed in a hubbub without even a single extra glance.

The whole town has only this one Defender; everyone knows it's Milton's.

The guards were afraid that running a step too slow would get them blown sky-high by this madman Tax Officer.

Thus, Milton took over the villa even more smoothly than imagined; before long, they had surrounded this three-story luxury building.

Worthy of a place keeping women; the materials used are truly lavish.

The three-person entry was also almost entirely by standardized procedure — try not to enter rooms from the door, use flashbangs whenever possible instead of cornering, and within three minutes the entire building had been thoroughly swept.

Aside from three young, beautiful women wearing thin silk pajamas, everyone else in this house had already run off completely.

They might not have received news of Carlos's death, but since Milton dared to come knocking, running first was the right move.

Fortunately, not everyone got away!

If no one led the way, wanting to thoroughly search this whole house and find all the safes hidden who knows where would not be a short-time job; who knows if Carlos left a backdoor.

Milton glanced at the three women and said: "Tell me where the safes are; I've already asked Carlos, so you'd best weigh things before lying."

The woman in the very center looked miserable and pitiable, her tone carrying a sob: "In the master bedroom, I can take you there... Sir, can you let us go? We are victims too, you know; no one dares to defy them."

As she spoke, tears fell nonstop, almost soaking through that white thin pajama that couldn't stop anything.

Milton's gaze didn't waver a bit; he said coldly: "Lead the way, take us there, you open the safes. Remember, this is your ransom money."

If roles were swapped, Milton would definitely plant a trick grenade in the safe, killing one enemy counts as one; putting himself in their shoes, he also had to assume the enemy would do the same.

"No problem, everything can be given to you." The middle woman trembled as she climbed up, and begged bitterly again, "But with Carlos dead, none of us will survive; can you take us with you? We'll do anything."

Beauty plus anything is a trump card, but it cannot be played alone — once this patron Carlos fell, for them it was nothing short of a catastrophic disaster.

Demeanor pitiable, tone bleak and desperate, extremely moving; both Luz and Veronica showed a trace of unbearable pity on their faces.

They truly were miserable.

Milton's expression, however, remained unmoved: "Before negotiating terms, show sincerity first."

The woman fell silent for a moment, a flash of sorrow crossing her eyes.

"You come with me, I'll take you there."

The three women squeezed together, clustering as they arrived at the master bedroom's walk-in closet, pulled open the cabinet door, pushed aside the clothes — inside the hidden compartment indeed sat a huge safe.

But the middle woman's right hand quietly groped toward the lower drawer.

She seemed to think that with the other two blocking the view and the safe diverting attention, such a small movement could go unnoticed.

Bang bang bang!

The Type 81 spat fire tongues; the women's snow-white thin gauze was instantly soaked crimson; they only managed to pull the drawer open a crack before collapsing on the ground.

Milton kicked aside the corpses, glanced into the drawer — a ladies' pocket pistol.

Luz broke out in a cold sweat at this moment: "Boss, you, how did you discover it? It's like you were prepared long ago?"

"First, they weren't executed or imprisoned, showing they were treated as 'insiders.' Think about Veronica's experience." Milton inputted the password Carlos gave while explaining, "Second, this woman is very smart, smart enough to instantly judge that Carlos was already dead."

"She's just pretending to be innocent! She did it willingly, she's Carlos's accomplice, she's an accessory to so many atrocities." Milton glanced at the luxurious bedroom. "You two paupers actually sympathize with someone living in a mansion? Are your brains broken?"

Veronica felt somewhat ashamed, but more than that, astonishment: "... I, I just subconsciously put myself in her place, was blinded. Boss, you're really too rational, too calm, aren't you?"

Milton waved his hand. "Alright alright, do a quick sweep, see how much we can haul this time."