Chapter 8: Taxes Are Only Within Machine Gun Range

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

was still blocked...

Milton sighed inwardly, twisted his arm, took the Type 56 Assault Rifle into his hand, and pushed the fire selector from safe to full automatic.

Unlike the scenes in many movies and games, the suppression fire of an automatic rifle is absolutely not something a semi-automatic pistol can compare to.

Unless several people rely on cover and utilize the advantage of crossfire, there is a possibility of a successful counterattack.

The situation where a protagonist uses a small pistol to passionately exchange fire with enemies wielding rifles and machine guns is purely a suicide act.

Milton had a vehicle as cover; during a gunfight, he could easily suppress two police officers who looked like they had little vigilance.

Anyway, first assume the other party came with hostility!

The two police officers watched Milton take out the automatic rifle and were first stunned.

Looking at the corpse on the ground with a tragic death condition, they were stunned once more.

The fierce expressions on both their faces softened instantly, even carrying a bit of friendly smile: "Hey hey, brother, don't be nervous!"

"You're from the checkpoint side, right? We just came to take a look, this is my police ID!"

"Great marksmanship, this Northener died like a dog, haha!"

"That's right, stinking Northener, came to our place to beg for food."

"......"

Saying this, they put away their pistols, expressing their friendliness.

The speed of changing faces was so fast that Milton's hand movements slowed by half a beat.

Having "reason" in hand can indeed make others more reasonable?

"I am executing a mission, state your intentions." Milton was not paralyzed by the other party's behavior, still holding his gun, said coldly, "Immediately."

At the same time, he carefully observed the other party's expressions, trying to figure out who was behind them.

Even if he figured it out, it wouldn't be of much use; anyway, both sides wanted his life... haha.

Milton would still find bittersweet joy in bitterness to stabilize his mindset.

"You're too nervous; we just came to confirm the situation." The two police officers retreated another step, exchanged glances, and said with an embarrassed smile, "Looks like nothing's wrong, we're leaving now, we're leaving now."

It wasn't that they didn't want to delay time, but they were afraid that delaying another second would make Milton really pull the trigger.

In this kind of place, killing one or two police officers is no big deal; the police uniforms on their bodies couldn't bring them any sense of safety.

Drug lords even dare to publicly post wanted posters for police officers on the street!

Criminals wanted by the police, can you believe it?

Clocking in for a salary, why conflict with someone wielding an assault rifle?

Who knows if the other party is a madman?

A few hundred Quetzal a month, why play with your life?

Those who race on the street and shoot at smugglers look hard to deal with at first glance; there's no need to have a frontal conflict with him.

Those colleagues who didn't believe in evil were already buried in the cemetery of the Central Church in the town center at this time.

While raising their hands and retreating, they seized the time to quickly scan their surroundings.

After seeing the girl crying with red eyes by the roadside, the rotten fruit on the ground, and the banknotes in Milton's hand, the two police officers revealed smiles on their faces.

Their gaze toward Milton also added a bit of "lecherousness" and "closeness," and even their raised hands were lowered slightly.

"Relax, relax!" The police officers smiled while retreating, "We just joined the force; when we first started doing this kind of thing, we were more nervous than you! See, didn't we come over?"

"Enjoy yourself slowly, hehehe, we won't disturb you."

The other party's attitude developed in an unexpected direction, leaving Milton stunned once more.

Could it be that these two people thought Milton took the opportunity to rob this fruit shop and even prepare to rape the boss's daughter?!

And after having this guess, they instead became closer? Instead trying to win them over?

Scum Aggregation Theorem, right?

These two people weren't here to deal with him, nor did they have a trend of dealing with him... it seems they really just came to take a look and collect some intelligence?

Even, they thought they could be won over.

No blood feud?

Then who exactly is behind them?

Hmm, in other words, things like robbery, rape, and even murder, these two police officers probably haven't done few...

Thieves match soldiers.

Milton's gaze sank slightly, but he didn't clarify anything—at this stage, such a misunderstanding could actually play a certain protective role for this father and daughter.

He couldn't even ensure self-preservation; careless speech would implicate innocent people.

"Wait a moment." Milton wasn't too reassured just letting the two police officers leave like this, and at the same time planned to test them, "I have something here that I need your help with."

The two police officers exchanged glances and didn't immediately agree: "We have official business on our side; you say it first, and if it's on the way, we can help."

This border town with no industry at all has border trade as its main source of income.

Unless absolutely necessary, no one wants to offend the Border Checkpoint Official.

But Milton being just an inspector doesn't represent the entire checkpoint; if the mission is too difficult, they will also find excuses to refuse.

Milton carefully looked at the expressions of the two police officers, pointed at Horn's Buick car, and said word by word: "Help me drive this car back to the checkpoint; this is Commander Menard's car; I suggest you better not leave a single scratch on it."

This lie doesn't affect the car's final ownership, but it can reveal some useful information from the police officers' reactions.

The two police officers glanced at each other again, hesitated slightly, then nodded: "Alright... Brandon, you go or me?"

The officer named Brandon glanced at the contraband drugs under Milton's feet and said: "You go, I have to continue 'patrolling' nearby... hehe, let me tell you, over at the Old Street area, Old Shawn's daughter is really awesome!"

"Hehe... you, alright alright, no problem."

"..."

Milton carefully observed the two's expressions, rapidly making simple deductions in his mind — if nothing unexpected happens, these two should be from Menard's faction.

Because there was hesitation, there was doubt... but not a trace of resistance or contempt.

And judging by appearances, their status shouldn't be very high; they belong to the "informant" tier.

Otherwise they couldn't have given Milton this kind of good face.

The two police officers should have only received orders similar to surveillance, observation, intelligence gathering.

But why?

Logically speaking, Menard is the one who has a blood feud with me, hating to eliminate me at the fastest speed?

Could it be he's worried that me running off alone is a trap he laid, so he wants to act cautiously?

Too much missing information, can't guess randomly, otherwise I'll mislead myself...

Milton shook his head lightly, thought no more, and simultaneously threw the car key borrowed from his colleague Horn to the police officer.

Watching the two police officers split up two routes and completely disappear into the distance, Milton only then carefully put away his weapon and hoisted the corpse onto the pickup truck.

This young girl named Liya, her expression was relatively relaxed, there shouldn't be any big problem.

Milton drove away, found a place to dump the corpse, then went to the auto repair shop in town, planning to replace the shattered car window glass.

Soon, Milton arrived at "Ramsey Car King Auto Repair Shop", parking steadily in the repair bay.

The auto repair shop boss saw it was a foreign license plate and originally planned to brutally slaughter him, but when he saw the clothes worn by the person sitting in the car, he immediately extinguished this suicidal idea.

In this kind of border town auto repair shop, inside there's a whole pile of smuggled parts, illegal dismantled car parts, defective products taken off the line illegally...

Doing this kind of gray industry and still offending Border Inspection is really unwise.

"Officer? Car window broken? Need a replacement? Guaranteed same as new from factory!"

Milton swept a glance at the house full of Green Grade 3 Contraband here, laughed, and chose to temporarily let him off: "Got stock?"

"Yes, yes! You're too lucky, last week a car owner ordered goods, but yesterday on the Mexico side he was beaten to death by a gang, heard they couldn't even find a complete corpse..."

Milton had no time for small talk with him: "How much money, how long to install?"

"No money, no money! I'll throw in a car wash too, half an hour and it's done!"

Want to make me owe a favor with just a piece of glass?

In dreams anything exists.

Milton hehe smiled, according to panel information, threw out 30 dollars in banknotes: "Hurry up, get it done within 20 minutes."

The auto repair shop boss was a bit regretful but still took the money: "Guaranteed to satisfy you, if any problems come up later, I'll fix it for you free."

Milton nodded, walked out of the auto repair shop, preparing to open the panel, planning to see what props could be exchanged to improve his self-defense ability.

The enemy is about to make a move, optimistic estimate, the time left for me won't exceed three days, by the next outbound mission I'll probably suffer an ambush...

Right at this moment, from the direction of the Border Checkpoint on the town outskirts highway, a series of very faint sounds suddenly came, like stir-fried beans.

Dong dong dong... dong dong dong!

Dong dong dong dong dong...

Immediately after, at the visual limit, Milton saw a fireball accompanied by thick black smoke rolling up, among which were car parts debris thrown into the sky.

His gaze solidified.

A few seconds later, a violent explosion sound arrived!

Boom!