Chapter 70

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

Give a job?!

They even brought terms of amnesty?

Could it be these people actually want to talk, actually think they can talk?

Milton almost couldn't hold back a laugh, but still maintained a stern facial expression: "It seems there are a few others who think the same as you?"

Just now Milton noticed the number of "Informants" in his own Panel had decreased by two.

These two people were likely the Surrender Faction in the Team.

Upon hearing peace talks were possible, even before the word "peace talks" had a single stroke written, they couldn't wait to switch sides?

The "Ambassador" held his head high arrogantly, saying with full confidence: "Yes, everyone wants peace, very much wants to use money to buy this chance for peace."

"This chance, 500,000 US Dollars, no matter what method, you must raise it in full within three days."

"Learning to bow your head appropriately is the wisdom that lets us survive here this long."

"Mr. Varta and Mr. Pedro's patience is limited, you'd best give a clear reply within today."

"Understood?"

Milton looked at these two, silent for a moment, his voice suddenly carrying a trace of gloom, body leaning slightly forward: "I clearly said before, my condition is to join their Interest Group, want me to surrender directly? Dream on? You're humiliating me?"

As these words fell, Matteo for some reason subconsciously walked to the door, shut the Main Gate.

The entire Room instantly fell into dimness, the atmosphere turning terrifying at once.

Those two traitors who bully the weak and fear the strong looked at Milton with his whole face plunged into darkness, instantly recalling his terrifying legends.

They immediately went soft.

"I... I, this, this is, Mr. Pedro's demand, not what I said! I, I'll pass it on!"

That terrifying tone, the motion ready to shoot at any moment, sobered the two up considerably.

Right now they were still on the "Hell Tax Collector's" turf!

If he suddenly went mad and opened fire, Pedro and Varta couldn't protect them!

"Good." Milton suddenly calmed down again, "All other conditions can be talked. Now tell me, where, when, and who I need to go see."

This person's attitude shift was too fast, too unfathomable... just like those madman Gang Godfathers!

"Three, three days later... the Steakhouse south of the Central Church."

"Should be Deputy Director Mr. Otto... usually he handles this kind of thing, but I'm not certain either..."

Milton spoke up to interrupt: "Deputy Director, he'll personally talk with me?"

"Should, maybe?"

"Understood." Milton waved his hand, "Tell them, they can think I have no Qualification to meddle in their interests, but must acknowledge I have the ability to ruin every single one of their deals. Go on."

"These peace talks are very important to me."

"I will definitely come."

"Okay! Then we'll, leave first..."

The Main Gate was opened, sunlight returning to the Room once more.

Seeing things were about done, the two hurriedly stood up, fleeing this place as if escaping, afraid Milton would suddenly go mad again.

Watching them leave, Milton only then turned, looked at the few people present, and laughed.

"Not bad, we just killed Carlos, the Checkpoint's Number Two."

"Now it looks like there might be a chance to kill the Police Station's Number Two as well?"

"Worthy of being a family, just have to die neat and tidy together."

Matteo, who often deals with these people, thought carefully and said: "Boss... I feel they might actually have some intention to talk, but how long after talking it goes well before they break the agreement, that's hard to say."

"Of course they're willing to talk, either way it's carving meat off us." Milton spoke, "Even if talks collapse, they lose nothing, right?"

"By Common Sense, that's indeed true..." Luz took over, "But who could've guessed Boss you'd directly start fighting?"

Pedro and Varta only thought of two situations: first, talks succeed, Milton yields, naturally huge profit.

Second, talks fail, part ways, also zero loss.

But who could've guessed, Milton who actively expressed Peace Intention, just found an Excuse, tried to get them to Gather, Convenient for a single Crippling strike.

"Rather than give this sum to the Enemy, exchange for peace with no guarantee, better to use it to arm ourselves, knock them down." Milton continued, "Pedro is the Police Chief, but doesn't mean all Police Officers are of one mind with him... reason is simple too, because he doesn't have that many interests in hand, and isn't willing to share that many interests with that many police."

"If our Sneak Attack succeeds this time, the ones Crippled will definitely be Pedro's Core Cadre. This is very important to us, can win us a lot of Breathing Time."

"Only offense is the best defense."

Since last time destroying Fan Kang Gang and Checkpoint's cooperation, Fan Kang Gang's planned attack on Milton also went Bubble, at least delayed.

This Interest Group of theirs, first isn't completely of one mind, second also isn't without External Threats.

Kill two Number Twos, Divide and Conquer two groups, after strength Significantly Declines, Other Forces will inevitably be Eager to move.

This is the true way to Strive for peace.

Time pressing, after sending off the two traitors, Milton immediately began his own Arrangements.

First, summon those screened through the Panel, with clearer heads, who know Appeasement doesn't bring peace, tell them the fact that battle is About to start.

But even so, these people still fell into Struggle and Hesitation.

Except Luz and Veronique who are completely on the Same Front as Milton, and Matteo who has a blood feud with the Gang, the others were all in Torment inside.

Having lived in Maracan Town for so many years, checkpoints, the police station, and gangs had long been part of their lives.

Their fear of Varta, Pedro, and Raoul had long been carved deep into their bones.

They were willing to put their money together with Milton and huddle up to show their strength and value, striving not to be squeezed so hard... but would they really pick up guns and fight to the death?

Was there no room for maneuver at all?

Milton looked at these people and made only one gesture.

He dragged out a money bag, opened the zipper, and showed them the pile of US Dollar banknotes inside.

"Follow me, and you'll earn money."

"You can not only earn back the taxes you previously paid to me, but also get more — believe you've all heard that these men under me earned twenty thousand dollars in a few days."

"Either earn this money yourselves, or hand it over to someone else as war reparations."

"Choose."

Looking at that huge sum of money, gold, and jewelry on the ground that they had never seen in their entire lives, everyone's eyes straightened.

Their earlier hesitation was instantly dispersed, even tinged with a bit of fanaticism.

"It's just the police station? Do him!"

"The Hell Tax Collector even dares to collect taxes at checkpoints; what does the police station count as? Is it very special?"

"By the way, what pretext are we going to use to attack them?"

Though at first they would find a few unlucky Fan Kang Gang members to take the fall, for such a large-scale operation Milton would definitely have to step in afterward.

Morale was ignited, but a thorough attack plan was still needed.

Milton said without hesitation: "I suspect they have weapons of mass destruction."