Chapter 64

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

After sending those people in the room away, Milton hurried back to his own room, got into bed, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

Doing this these past few days has nearly thrown my biological clock into chaos.

Eyes closed then opened, the time had arrived at 12:30 noon — no one here dares disturb Milton's rest, yet he did not sleep very soundly.

No choice, the enemies are simply too many.

Getting up and leaving the room, Milton saw Liya hard at work cleaning, while several newspapers from different media outlets were also laid out on the table.

Milton casually picked up one of them, and also grabbed a piece of bread to simply pad his stomach.

"Outrageous atrocity... the Fan Kang Gang attacked the checkpoint last night, causing at least 10 inspectors to sacrifice themselves, countless finances destroyed."

The set of photos below this report showed the checkpoint awash in flames, countless inspectors fallen in pools of blood, and a Fan Kang Gang member's corpse.

The checkpoint is not far from here; any random person spending an hour could verify the photos' authenticity.

And once people confirm that some incredible things in a report are true, they will subconsciously simultaneously believe the other content.

Even if that content is completely fabricated.

At this time, Flora, who had also just woken up not long ago, walked over, vigorously shaking the newspaper in her hand: "'Tax Collector', look! The four of us were amazing last night! The journalist you found is pretty reliable too."

"This report's quality is actually run-of-the-mill, too much 'shock' style, but Olivia wrote it overnight, her skill is indeed not bad."

Flora laughed heartily: "Varta and the checkpoint suffered terrible losses this time, I can already see you becoming the checkpoint's master in the near future."

Milton swallowed the food in his mouth, shook his head: "You're too optimistic. On paper, aside from stopping the checkpoint and Fan Kang Gang's collusion, this operation dealt almost no actual blow to Varta."

"Varta becoming Station Chief is a result, because he has an armed force belonging to himself, because he is powerful. Not because he is Station Chief that he is powerful."

"His core armed forces were all taken out, and did not suffer too great a loss in this sneak attack."

Flora gulped down a mouthful of water, very casually going "Ah well": "At least it caused him a bit of economic loss, not bad either."

"Come, do a simple math problem." Milton came to the dining hall, picked up a can of baked beans with tomatoes, "Excluding Carlos's personal assets, how much money did we take from the checkpoint this time?"

Flora counted on her fingers for five seconds, answered: "That batch of goods' paper value is over 50,000 US dollars, plus those banknotes worth 150,000 US dollars, the buildings we blew up, the dead people, I'll overcount a bit for him, on the books the checkpoint should have lost 300,000 US dollars."

That batch of medical supplies' true value is just like the military frequency-hopping radio Milton seized earlier, its value cannot be simply calculated by price.

But since it's a mathematical tally, there's no need to consider these.

Milton pulled open the can, forced himself to eat it down, while saying: "Before long, you'll see news of the checkpoint losing at least 10 million Quetzal, that is 1 million US dollars."

Flora froze for a moment.

Milton continued: "Yes, looking purely at the economic account, he might even have profited. Varta has been Station Chief for so long, he certainly has ways to 'reimburse' this loss."

"Damn!" Flora couldn't take it a bit, she angrily slammed her cup down, "We risked life and limb, only grabbed 300,000, he moves his mouth and can rake back 700,000?"

That's right, seventy percent belongs to someone else.

Milton ate his fill, stood up, said: "Wanting to challenge the existing order means facing this kind of difficulty."

"Good news, what we face next is no longer an alliance. Bad news, whether it's the Fan Kang Gang or Varta, both are more powerful than before."

Flora ate quite habitually, she finished all the beans, opened her mouth to ask: "Who do you plan to deal with first? The Fan Kang Gang or the checkpoint?"

Milton chuckled, turned and walked toward the door: "Does this even need saying, can only be the Fan Kang Gang. I said it before, must get strong first, only then have the qualification to be Station Chief."

"Alright, you guys keep guarding the pharmacy, go check on Brandon at the black clinic, he should be waking up soon too."

"'Medicine Bottle' received~ Roger~"

"..."

Arriving at the door, Milton glanced toward the Old Street's outer perimeter, saw the street entrance had already piled sandbags and caltrops under Luz's command, set up simple sentry posts, while "Poison" and "Anvil" were hiding in concealed sentries standing by at any moment.

Those two people not judged as "Allies" by the system did not appear at key positions.

Not bad... Milton nodded, this way there's at least slightly a bit of "strategic depth".

Following this trend, before long Old Street will be able to completely become Milton's sphere of influence.

Although they're forced by external pressure, wanting self-preservation decided to temporarily huddle together, huddling is easy, but afterwards wanting to break free of Milton's control again won't be that simple.

"Boss!" Luz also saw Milton, hurried over, "Old Street has now entered control status, you see if there's anything else needing improvement?"

"More or less works, offense is the best defense." Milton roughly scanned a glance, didn't discover any major problems, so waved his hand, "Go, let's go check on Brandon."

"Good!"

A few minutes later, the two walked into the black clinic — same as Milton's guess, the surgery had already completed successfully, Brandon had been transferred from the operating table to the ward.

Brandon's complexion was still pale and weak, could tell he had just suffered severe trauma, but breathing was steady, no longer had that terrifying "death qi" from before.

Milton asked a sentence: "Shrapnel all removed cleanly?"

"Cleaner than my wallet." The doctor joked with a smile, "Recuperate a month, he'll be able to go attack the United States with you, seriously, this is a miracle."

From rescue to surgery to equipment supply, every link was done nearly to the best.

Even with channels to mobilize equipment, it's very hard to only spend 2 hours!

"..."

Anesthesia effects gradually dissipated, awareness abruptly returned to Brandon's brain, he suddenly opened his eyes, saw the doctor and Boss at the bedside.

He struggled to sit up and look at his own thigh, afraid of seeing an empty trouser leg: "My leg..."

"Rest assured, good as can be. Don't move around!"

"Then my lung..."

"Also no problem, rest assured, surgery was very successful, won't have any sequelae."

Brandon confirmed his legs were still there, confirmed he could still breathe, and all at once he relaxed, his whole body going limp: "Ah, thank goodness... Thanks, Boss, thanks, Doctor!"

The Doctor chuckled: "No need to thank me, just thank your Boss — his contribution was the biggest."

Brandon was a bit puzzled: "Could it be the Boss even knows how to perform surgery?"

The Doctor turned, took a newspaper from the table and handed it to Brandon, the smile still on his face: "Take a look, you'll understand once you read it."