Chapter 68: Taxes Are Only Within Machine Gun Range

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

After arriving at the gun shop and renting the shooting range, Flora said somewhat excitedly: "Since this is training, we first need to see your basic abilities... The equipment here isn't very complete, so let's just test a few basic abilities first."

"You've already shown your physical fitness in actual combat, so we won't test that."

"Today we'll test fixed targets for rifles, pistols, and sniper rifles. Come, pick the weapon you're most comfortable with, and use iron sights."

She seemed very curious—curious about the boss's true skills.

Milton naturally chose the Type 81 he was most familiar with, fired one round at a fifty-meter target, using one magazine, thirty bullets total.

Bang bang bang...

The first round of shooting ended quickly.

Flora rested her chin on her hand, looking at the target results, and said softly: "Hmm... not bad, but not particularly good either. If I had to give a score, better than C, barely at B level."

"Hiss, Tax Collector, are you sure you were trying?"

In her imagination, she thought Milton was the kind of urban soldier king who could put ten shots in one spot.

After all, the impression Milton gave was that of a cold person who made plans, raised his gun to execute, perfectly completed targets, and coldly brought back enemy heads like a madman...

Milton put down his weapon and sighed: "Not trying doesn't benefit me either. What's wrong? Is the problem that big?"

This evaluation was fine, because his marksmanship was indeed at a seventy-point level right now.

"The problem isn't big; I can train you." Flora looked Milton up and down, then smiled: "I just really didn't expect that, according to outside rumors, no, even what we all thought—that the Hell Tax Collector was so strong—his marksmanship was only at a qualified level?"

"I kill with my brain." Milton touched his temple with his index finger: "I can plant frag grenades, use grenades, call in shelling, occupy advantageous cover, shoot at side and back profiles... As long as it's not unavoidable, why would I fight head-on? I'm not some cowboy from the American West playing duels with enemies."

Thinking he's playing CS, dying in this round and respawning in the next?

Drowning the enemy in firepower is the best marksmanship.

Flora carefully thought about the combat details with Milton and nodded in strong agreement: "Seems true... I really haven't seen you fight enemies head-on, tsk, devious. But we still have to assume some extreme situations; you can't possibly have a perfect plan every time."

Unexpectedly, the Hell Tax Collector actually plays dirty; I must share this interesting thing with my teammates when I get back.

Finally felt this "Hell Tax Collector" had a bit of human flavor.

"So I found you to practice marksmanship." Milton put down the Type 81 and picked up a rented Glock 17: "Second round is pistol?"

Flora stood beside him like a real instructor and said: "Yes, for pistols it's a twenty-five-meter fixed target, one standard magazine."

"Hmm... about the same, barely B level."

"Next item, sniper rifle... this one comes with an optic, but you need to adjust it yourself; that's also part of the test."

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"Alright, still about the same; feels like your marksmanship is pretty average."

After simply completing the three tests, Flora nodded: "I have a general understanding of your marksmanship level; there are many details that can be optimized, and your level can be improved in a relatively systematic way. Hmm, I'll draw up a training plan for you... we'll start training when I have free time. How about it?"

Milton stood up: "No problem."

"Oh, right, I almost forgot... let me tell you something that might be useful to you." While Flora was burying her head in writing, she suddenly paused: "Someone came to us before, saying they hoped to hire us away at a higher price, but I refused."

Milton stopped his steps, looked at Flora, and asked: "Why refuse?"

"If we betray an employer for money, it means we could betray a second employer for money... then we'd be completely finished." Flora shook her head: "This kind of thing, no matter how much money, cannot be done."

"Moreover, in your team, we can be considered a startup group; as long as we succeed, we can get core interests in the future... With them? Probably kicked away after being used up."

Running a company to do business requires looking at long-term interests.

Milton smiled: "Do you know specifically who is contacting you?"

"Don't know." Flora shook her head: "But I think you should be able to guess a general range."

It's nothing more than someone from that interest group on Maracan Town—currently surfacing are the Police Station, Checkpoint, Fan Kang Gang, Hospital, and Court.

"Very useful clue." Milton nodded: "I can now be ninety percent sure those two people are internal spies."

Why wasn't anyone else poached, but Flora and them were poached first?

You should know Flora recently had a very unpleasant quarrel with Pedro at the Police Station.

Isn't it just those two people far from the core, unable to gather useful intelligence, but able to see the huge role Flora and the three played in building the Street Fortress?

If no one was passing news out, how could that wall corner be pried so precisely?

Although this is somewhat suspect of making malicious speculation with a conclusion in mind, but who made Milton the boss? Never mind reasonable speculation; if pushed too hard, Milton could really ignore the consequences and arrest them directly.

Flora wasn't very interested in things that required using her brain; she continued making a training plan on paper and casually said: "Just call me if there's a fight."

By this time more than an hour had passed; Matteo should be back.

Can return to the base and discuss next steps based on Matteo's intelligence.

Milton left the gun shop, returned to the Underground Fortress, and gathered everyone over.

Matteo was waiting there early; seeing Milton return, he immediately said: "Boss, I've already sent word to the Police Station side; their reaction looks quite active, seems as long as you're willing to pay a price, they're willing to talk? How should we respond?"

"Willing to talk?" Milton stroked his chin and mocked: "The premise is I have to pay a price?"

Matteo seemed a bit worried Milton would really negotiate, his face tense: "Boss... you, you plan to talk with them?"

"Struggle for peace, peace survives; compromise for peace, peace perishes." Milton shook his head: "These 'things' on Maracan Town must be uprooted before we can truly have soil for survival; appeasement can't bring peace, only Little Mustache."

"I actually have a pretty good idea."

"But this plan is a bit crazy; it needs the help of those two internal spies, and also needs the help of the Fan Kang Gang."

Hearing this, everyone was stunned: "Ah?!"

What does it mean to ask the Fan Kang Gang for help?

What do you mean by a good idea?

Hearing that tone, the so-called idea can be summed up in one sentence: "Trick as many people as possible to the peace talks scene and wipe them out all at once"?

Milton was also helpless: "No way, this plan is playing things a bit big; if things go badly it might be defined as an attack targeting civilians, so we must have Fan Kang Gang take the fall. Sigh... there aren't many Fan Kang Gang members left in town, we have to conserve our killings, or we won't find anyone to take the fall in the future."

"Anyway, Fan Kang Gang is capable of shelling checkpoints, so everyone probably won't find it strange if they carry out some other attacks."

"Hmm, originally it was just planned to purge the internal, but now it seems, external pacification and internal stabilization can proceed together."

"By the way, bring Olivia that journalist too; after the operation we need some news processing, to make Fan Kang Gang take the fall completely."

The others fell silent for a long time.

They suddenly felt Fan Kang Gang was rather pitiful.