Chapter 63: Taxes Only Within Machine Gun Range! Chapter 61: Forbidden Zone

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

Milton indeed hadn't expected that after fighting these few battles, he would unexpectedly produce such an effect.

Fifteen people visited the pharmacy, gathering in twos and threes, representing eleven nearby shops.

They either held valuable items or brought cash, their purpose extremely obvious.

In the upcoming reshuffle, only by huddling together for warmth could there be a possibility of gaining a foothold.

"Mr. Hell Tax Collector, good morning. I heard you've been checking taxes lately. To avoid causing you trouble, we few discussed it and decided to come forward and hand it over voluntarily. See if there are any missing parts?"

Many people's faces showed uneasy expressions; clearly, everyone was very confused about what their own future outcome would be.

Milton estimated the value of these items; each household brought about two or three hundred US dollars, totaling over three thousand five hundred US dollars.

To be honest, not much.

But the advantage is that this tax revenue is completely cost-free and risk-free.

Milton did not refuse this money: "Proactive and active, a quality taxpayer, very good."

Luz beside him lowered his voice to remind him: "Boss, these people came to curry favor because they think following you is safer since something big might happen recently; they might have paid protection fees to the Fan Kang Gang before."

"I think throwing them to the outskirts to bolster our numbers is enough; we can't trust them too much."

"I naturally know that," Milton laughed, "loyalty can't be cultivated in a short time, but I can cultivate many enemies for them in a short time."

Luz was first stunned, then widened his eyes: "Damn... you mean let them kill a few Fan Kang Gang people?"

"That's too intense and too purposeful. Actually, you don't need to do that much to cultivate enemies for them," Milton shook his head, "when making decisions, you must view from the overall situation and think from the other party's perspective... We think these people are disloyal, fence-sitters; doesn't the Fan Kang Gang side trust them and think they're loyal?"

Luz was stunned for a moment: "So, just need to let them do some actions that don't look too intense to themselves but look obviously hostile to the Fan Kang Gang, and that's enough?"

Milton's tone was slow: "Yes, who made Raoul a cautious person?"

"So ruthless..." Luz's eyes showed reverence, "Boss, then how do you plan to do it?"

After thinking briefly, Milton waved his hand, called the fence-sitters over, and gave them an order.

"Something big is happening in town recently; the most important thing now is to protect Old Street from enemy infiltration."

"This is our sphere of influence; the police station, checkpoints, and gangs—don't even think about sticking your hands in."

"I need your help, relying on building terrain, to lay sandbag barricades or other things, and control personnel entry and exit for the entire Old Street."

Someone immediately asked: "What if people from the police station come and insist on entering?"

Milton laughed: "Then tell him that Fan Kang Gang thugs who dare to bomb police cars on the street and dare to armed attack checkpoints are hiding in Old Street."

Someone else asked: "Then, what if Fan Gang people insist on coming in?"

Milton almost rolled his eyes: "If he wants to enter, would you let him? That's a gang; kill them on sight, hang them on street lamps."

"If you can't shoot, just block them slightly; my people will shoot."

"Usually if there's any sign of trouble, tell me the news; I'll pay according to the news value, entirely voluntary... Now, those willing to join me, raise your hands."

No one would believe the words "entirely voluntary"; all fifteen people lightly raised their hands.

At the same time, Milton glanced at the System Panel—of the fifteen people before him, thirteen were classified as Informants and became teammates, while the remaining two did not enter.

Milton bowed his head and said softly to Luz: "From left to right, the fifth and the eighth, keep a close watch. As soon as you feel a threat, or think they're doing something suspicious, you can execute them first and then report."

Luz didn't ask how the boss noticed these two were abnormal; he just softly repeated: "I, feel?"

"Yes, we have no room for trial and error."

Just as Milton was about to send these people away, a young man in the line suddenly stepped forward and said softly: "Sir, I still have something I want to give you."

Milton glanced at the panel, confirmed this person was still an "Ally," then nodded and said: "Bring it for me to see."

At the same time, Milton temporarily drove the other fourteen people out of the room.

Soon, this man dragged a large package in and yanked open the zipper.

Inside were several guns, and several round things rolled out.

It was a large bag of weapons.

"Several brand-new AKMs with the oil smell not yet dissipated, equipped with AIMS folding stocks, PSO-1 optical sights, and a large pile of Soviet RGN offensive grenades and RGO defensive grenades... Not bad, all good stuff."

These two types of grenades were installed with mechanical impact fuzes, exploding on touch ground, giving the enemy no reaction time at all.

Until now, the panel still hadn't opened redemption for these two "Big Smash Cannons"; one can imagine how great their effect is.

For the current Milton, the effect is even greater!

"Now they are mine; rest assured, you will receive tax benefits exceeding their value."

The young man smiled: "They were originally yours, sir."

Milton looked at him for a while and asked: "Why?"

The young man did not avoid the subject: "Three years ago, I just had a child, then the Fan Kang Gang came, robbed my shop, and killed my wife. Then I reported to the police, and finally the court sentenced me to two years."

"It wasn't a Fan Gang person sentenced to two years; I was sentenced to two years."

"After being released, my child was also gone."

"These weapons were originally prepared for them; I heard your story, and I think you can use them better than me."

The young man's tone was very calm, as if he were just telling someone else's story.

He originally wanted to perish together... no wonder he bought so many explosives.

Milton was very calm, but sincerely said: "Since you paid taxes, you enjoy the rights of a taxpayer here... Tell me your name."

"Matteo." The young man always had a smile on his face, "My tavern is next to the Chinese restaurant across the street; welcome, sirs, to patronize."

Milton did not refuse: "If there's a chance."

Matteo reminded him again at this time: "Sir, there are still some people inside Old Street who haven't come. What do you plan to do?"

"If they don't make a move, exclude them from the Core Area for now, leave them be for the time being," Milton answered. "If they do make a move, then they are in cahoots with the Fan Kang Gang's criminals."

As for the future... that can wait until after clearing away the Fan Kang Gang's threat, then turn back and deal with them.

Perhaps Milton couldn't remember everyone who had paid him taxes, but who had not paid him taxes, that he definitely remembered clearly.

Milton turned around, raised his head, clapped his hands, signaling everyone to act: "Alright, everyone move out. Remember, the entire Old Street, the Fan Kang Gang and dogs... and police are forbidden entry!"

Of course, Brandon is the exception.

"Right, remember to order a Lunch Newspaper for me."