Chapter 67: Taxes Only Within Machine Gun Range! Chapter 65: Organizing a Negotiation

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

"Fishing?"

Milton's plan had already taken shape in his mind: "Yes... Exactly. Not only do we want to catch those two traitors, we also want to purge any surrender faction that might exist within."

Sometimes, the surrender faction is even more hateful than the enemy, or even the traitors.

The surrender faction might not stab you in the back, nor take hostile action against Milton, but once he chooses to flee at a critical moment, yielding a key position, the resulting consequences would be disastrous.

Such people cannot be pulled out by the panel in time; Milton must purge them himself.

Veronica also knew the importance of internal team issues and pressed: "Boss, how exactly do we do it?"

"What do you think of our current paper strength?" Milton countered, "What price would other factions have to pay to take us down by force?"

Now that Old Street has been remodeled into a Temporary Street Fortress, it's not so easy to attack.

Luz thought for a moment and said: "Paper strength is already not to be ignored. To attack, they would need at least twenty well-trained warriors, equipped with powerful gear, and accept some casualties to have a chance. But actually, our kind of model cannot last long."

"Strict control of Old Street can only last a short time; while other factions have far more funds and resources than us. As long as they are willing to spend time and price on a war of attrition, we still cannot resist."

"However... these are all paper analyses. I believe Boss you definitely have a way to solve it."

Milton chuckled: "Then let me ask you again. Do you think our enemy will choose a direct strong attack, or choose other means to first dismember our temporary team?"

"Direct attack now costs too much. They might try that latter method first." Luz answered, "If that doesn't work, they probably will choose to attack then."

These black interest groups are just on the same boat, but they don't want to lose too much of their own strength attacking Milton, letting others take advantage.

So they will most likely choose the low-cost plan first.

"Yeah, since the enemy will definitely try to disintegrate our team from within, we don't need to passively wait. Better to be more proactive." Milton tapped the table, "Find someone trustworthy, but not previously in our core team, to spread false news to the police or checkpoint that we are internally unstable and someone wants to defect."

"Those two people, if they really have contact with the outside, hearing this news will definitely act. Then we can catch their tails. This not only can ferret out the traitor and find the surrender faction, but maybe even ambush the enemy in one wave."

And for this person, Milton happened to have one on hand.

Matteo! The one who was robbed clean, whose wife and children were all killed, and who has a blood feud with the Fan Kang Gang, Police Station, Court, and Prison!

In the panel display, this person's ally level was not even "Informant," but upgraded to "Ally," same level as Luz and Veronica.

The panel's teammate classification is divided into several different types. Lower-level teammates are "Informant" and "Hired."

Higher ones are "Ally" and "Deputy."

In other words, it's the distinction between "Peripheral Member," "External Contractor," "Internal Member," and "Core Member."

Those judged by the panel as the latter two are basically trustworthy.

The power of hatred is truly terrifying.

Luz thought for a moment and asked: "Will the other side believe it? Is there a possibility they see through our intention?"

"Even if they see through it, it causes us no loss." Milton said casually, "Anyway, we'll have to tear faces eventually."

If we can fool them, best to ambush the enemy in one wave. If we can't fool them, just directly and forcibly control those suspicious people, then start fighting and it's done.

Luz had no more questions, stood up and nodded: "Then I'll go call Matteo over now."

A few minutes later, Matteo came to the Black Pharmacy and roughly understood the whole "plan."

"You should be able to contact people on the Police Station side." After introducing the plan, Milton added, "Rest assured, working under me, whatever you do will get due compensation."

As a vanguard against gangs, corrupt police, and checkpoints, Matteo agreed very readily, not caring about compensation at all: "No problem at all... They think they've already broken my spine. I go to leak news and surrender, they won't have too much doubt."

"The only problem is, this card of mine can only be played once. They won't fall for it a second time. Boss, are you sure you want to use it now?"

Internal problems outweigh everything.

Milton nodded to confirm: "Yes. Tell them our team has great internal disagreement, many internal members long for peace, and we fight hoping to join their interest chain, not become enemies."

"In other words, we hope to negotiate."

Having such power and doing so many big things, surrendering directly would be too fake. Slightly change the wording—say we want to join the interest chain and make money together—and credibility will greatly increase.

"Okay, I'll go contact them now."

"If you run into any problems, come find me at the Gun Shop. Report any latest progress to me immediately. I'm going to practice shooting over there, I'll be back soon."

Milton gave an order, also stood up, walked out of the pharmacy, and called Flora, who was standing guard, over.

With the help of these retired veterans, the street fortress construction was very successful—even if the enemy came with suicide car bombs to attack, they would be stopped by various obstacles outside, unable to cause much damage.

This monthly price of 40,000 US Dollars was well spent.

Flora turned back, roughly brushed her gray hair, and asked: "Boss, who are we killing... no, who are we going to collect taxes from?"

"Young people shouldn't always be fighting and killing." Milton glanced at the Gun Shop, "It's just a new commission."

Flora's eyes lit up and she immediately asked: "What commission?"

The previous 100,000 US Dollars of stolen money had let this bankrupt PMC catch its breath, but Flora was still dirt poor and desperately needed more money.

"Be an instructor and help me train my combat personnel." Milton walked toward the Gun Shop with Flora, "You can see too, the vast majority of people here lack systematic combat literacy. With a little training, their combat power can at least double."

"You say that as if you're not a local yourself..." Flora followed, adding a retort, "No problem, I can help you train. Give me the list of personnel who need training, I'll draw up a curriculum, and we'll discuss the fee after the curriculum is done."

Milton's speed of action didn't decrease at all: "The one you need to train later is me."

"... Ah this?" Flora widened her eyes, somewhat incredulous, "You still need training? Aren't you a War God?"

Milton also retorted at her: "You guys keep fighting here and there in this kind of place, you're really about to merge with the local level. Since when does beating a few weak gangs qualify as a War God?"