Chapter 48: We are just going to collect taxes

"BOSS, let's seal down that meth lab now!" As soon as Ron hung up the phone, Hank couldn't wait to make suggestions.
Ron asked strangely: "Search it for what?"
"This way we have evidence to prosecute him for drug production and trafficking." Hank said matter-of-factly. He had always done this in the DEA and didn't think there was any problem.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Hank, I need to remind you that you no longer work for the DEA, but for the IRS. We do not have anti-drug law enforcement powers." Ron looked serious.
"Then what should we do? Should we just leave him alone?" Hank said angrily. He thought he could realize his ambition by joining Ron, but he didn't expect the reality to disappoint him.
A strange smile appeared on Ron's face: "Of course not, Mr. Hank, do you know what the most important job of our IRS is?"
"Collect taxes?" Hank asked tentatively, and Ron responded with a satisfied smile.
"That's right."
Hank: "What do taxes have to do with drugs?"
"Do you think Flynn is just a drug dealer?" Ron put his hands on his chin: "How naive!"
"Is not it?"
"Of course not, or not entirely. While he became a drug dealer, he was also a shameful tax evader.For some businesses, the tax bureau has not received a penny of tax from him so far. "
"It's not even a cent!" Ron hammered the table hard and said in a more serious tone: "So, we have the right to collect money from him, and we can use violence if necessary."
After saying that, Ron winked mischievously, and Hank immediately understood.
Yes, the IRS does not have the power to investigate drugs, but it can definitely go to Flynn to collect taxes. Hank doesn't believe that he can really turn over the drug tax.
"Then what are we going to do? I have never done tax collection work before. Should we go directly to him for an interview?" Hank planned to study his boss seriously and see what tricks he could do.
"It's okay, I will teach you well. Just follow it once and you will be good. Besides, your relative's chemistry teacher is okay. A big drug lord like Gustavo Flynn. Do you think he will pay taxes properly? "
"probably not."
Hank thought for a moment, not to mention Flynn, even Walter would fight for that money in order to cure the disease or leave a sufficient inheritance for his children.
Ron turned his head to Andy: "Andy, did someone who looked like Nicolas Cage deliver anything yesterday?"
"If you are talking about that strange-looking pickup truck, he is parked in the garage downstairs now." Andy took out a key from the drawer and threw it over.
Ron reached out to catch it, and then pressed it under the desk. The bookshelf originally filled with various books immediately split from the middle, revealing the secret room inside.
"These..." Hank opened his mouth in surprise.
The secret room was filled with all kinds of weapons, from Springfield rifles to recoilless rifles. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was a small arsenal. Hank conservatively estimated that the equipment inside could at least be armed. A battalion.
"This is the arsenal of the IRS Special Operations Team. You can take whatever you like. You're welcome." Ron said generously. At the same time, he took off his suit to reveal his strong muscles, and put on a composite body armor underneath. A large plaid shirt covered him so tightly that it couldn't be seen from the outside.
Then he put the Smith & Wesson pistol into the holster, and took a Remington M870 and put it on his back. Before going out, he took a broken felt hat from the hanger and put it on his head, like an old west cowboy.
"BOSS, is it too much for us to bring such equipment? Are we going to fight?" Hank asked uneasily as he got into Ron's truck with a gun in his arms.
Because he noticed that this pickup truck seemed different from ordinary ones. Not only did the outer shell seem to be bulletproof, but even the things behind the truck frightened him and brought back some bad memories of his time as a soldier.
Ron started the car and drove out of the garage: "War? Why do you have such an idea? We are just going to collect taxes~"
"Do you need that thing to collect taxes?" Hank pointed at the big guy behind who was covered with a cloth.
It was a twelve-tube steel monster that was welded to the trunk. If he remembered correctly, it was a Type 63 107MM rocket launcher. When he was a soldier in Iraq, the local guerrillas often used this thing.
It has no recoil and is easy to shoot, but it can shoot twelve rockets at the same time. It has fierce firepower and is also light in weight. It only weighs 613 kilograms when fully loaded. It can be transferred immediately after shooting, using any small car. Just pull it away.
Therefore, together with AK and RPG, they are called the three major artifacts of the guerrillas.
Hank's unit was attacked by this weapon, which left a deep psychological shadow on him.
"Of course~" Ron raised his voice dissatisfied: "There are only two of us, and they are a group of heavily armed drug cartel militants. Only this can give me a sufficient sense of security."
"But it's too powerful. Do you want to blow up the drug laboratory? Then what evidence do we have to accuse him of drug trafficking... No, I mean tax evasion."
Hank felt that Ron didn't look like a tax bureau employee at all, but rather like a guerrilla who often appeared in his dreams, using this thing to collect taxes door-to-door? What hasn't been blasted to pieces? I can collect some yarn.
"Don't worry~" Ron waved his hand: "I didn't set them all as high-explosive rockets. There were only four real anti-personnel rockets. The others were tear gas and flash bombs. I am a measured person. "
"That's okay..." Hank just calmed down and immediately felt something was wrong: "What a fart! Even if it's tear gas, using this kind of charge is too much, right?"
"Otherwise, what should I do? Do you know that I am short of manpower and can only use firepower to close the gap between us? Or do you want to transform into Stallone from First Blood and fight against a group of them alone?"
One sentence immediately made Hank sit in his chair and stop talking. He was still young and had a beautiful wife. He didn't want to die so early.
Immediately, the pickup truck drove to an open space less than five kilometers away from Flynn's laundry. There were no buildings blocking the distance between here and the laundry. It was an excellent launch base.
The smoke on the top of the laundry chimney in the distance is slightly yellow, which should be the smoke produced during the initial reaction of methylamine. If Ron guessed correctly, poison manufacturing activities are currently going on inside.
In other words, Hank's chemistry teacher's brother-in-law happened to be there too.
Ron pulled off the cloth, revealing the ferocious steel monster inside: "Now, start working~"

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Ron got out of the car and pulled off the cloth, revealing the ferocious steel monster inside: "Now, start working~"
I don't know if it's God's favor or Arthur Morgan's obsession in heaven, but Ron discovered that his marksman characteristics can actually be blessed with the Type 63 Multiple Rocket Launcher!
Is this also a wheeled weapon? There was a big question mark in Ron's heart, and he immediately felt that the Remington shotgun in his hand was no longer good for him.
"If you miscalculated, you should bring out your M32." Ron murmured.
"Isn't it enough to have multiple rocket launchers? Do you know how terrifying it would be if it were all equipped with high-explosive rockets? It could almost wipe that laundry off the map!"
Hank checked his ears. Did he hear it correctly? Isn't this enough firepower?
"No way, who made my soul come from a mysterious ancient eastern country, and the fear of insufficient heavy firepower is deeply rooted in my blood?" Ron shrugged and said nonsensically.
"Are you talking about the game?" Hank rechecked the M4 carbine in his hand and asked in confusion.
His new BOSS often made shocking remarks and said nonsense. Even though Andy had told him to ignore him, Hank still couldn't help but ask.
"No, I said 'reincarnation'." When Ron said the word "reincarnation" in Chinese, Hank was confused. Fortunately, Ron had no intention of continuing on this topic.
"Have you seen the small street in front of the laundry? You can just go around to the back door of the laundry. There is a house there just opposite the laundry. You stay there first and wait for me to fire the gun here. , someone will come out from there, no matter if you see any living creature, just let him lie down, and you are not allowed to rush in without my order, understand?
The weapons in your hands are not children's toys. You don't need me to teach you this, right? "
Hank nodded quickly and shook his head. He didn't know how to reply for a while. Ron waved his hand and began to lurk towards the designated place. During this period, he did not attract the attention of anyone in the laundry room, while Ron was aiming the rocket launcher. After adjusting to the appropriate position, finally press the launch button.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" The first round of four rockets loaded with tear gas warheads swarmed into Uncle Fried Chicken's laundry.
"There's an attack!" The people inside yelled in horror and immediately fell down. Others followed suit and fell to the ground, but the expected explosion did not happen.
Instead of exploding, the four rockets spread some kind of black gas outward at an incredible speed. The people wrapped in the gas were immediately choked with runny noses and tears streaming down their faces, and the sound of coughing could be heard in the smoke. .
"It's tear gas!" Some of Flynn's men immediately reacted. They got up from the ground and ran away in an attempt to avoid the smoke. However, this laundry only had two doors, one in front and one in the back. Most people immediately targeted the door. .
On the other side, after Ron estimated that the time was about the same, he adjusted the launch angle again, set the rocket's impact point at the door of the laundry, and pressed the launch button again.
"Whoosh..." The four rockets left the barrel almost at the same time and landed among the fleeing horses at the door of the laundry. However, the difference this time was that these four rockets were all high-explosive bombs.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise. Before the horse boys at the door had time to figure out what had just fallen among them, they were immediately blown up into the sky by the air wave set off by the explosion, and then torn into pieces by shrapnel.
Ron conservatively estimated that at least seven or eight horsemen would be eliminated in this time, and finally showed a satisfied look: "Perfect!"
"Cough, cough! There is someone at the door! Cough, go through the back door!" A dark-skinned man who seemed to be a leader among the horsemen held a rifle and commanded, and then rushed out the back door immediately.
Opening the door, the leader of the horse team immediately greedily took a deep breath of unpolluted air, and was finally saved...
However, before he could finish taking a breath, Hank, who had been ambushing him at the back door, fired a short "tap-tap-tap!" and the leader of the horse boys fell to the ground softly.
"Cunning cop, they also ambushed someone at the back door!" Even if no one needed to tell him, the other boys inside understood it and immediately took out various weapons and fired wildly at the back door while coughing.
Unfortunately, it was of no use. Hank kept Ron's order in mind and just stood guard at the back door, waiting to ambush any drug dealer who tried to escape through the back door.
Ron, who was ready to wait, manually changed the flash bomb that was originally loaded into a high-explosive bomb and fired another round into the laundry. Without stopping, he got into the pickup truck and started the car. He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and headed towards the laundry. Rush away.
"Boom!"
There was a violent explosion, and the horsemen who were once again guarding the back door waiting to ambush the police who rushed in were knocked upside down. For a while, broken limbs and people lying on the ground moaning were everywhere.
"Bang!" Ron's pickup truck drove directly into the store, knocking away a horse boy who was trying to escape from the main entrance and blocking the door with the car body. The horse boys, who still maintained their fighting power after two rounds of bombings, immediately fired at the car. But there was no movement.
No one in the driver's seat? !
The bolder Ma Zai approached and opened the door, only to see that the pickup truck, whose engine was still humming due to the violent acceleration of the accelerator, was empty on the driver's seat, with only a brick pressed against the accelerator. superior.
They were fooled again.
"What a bunch of retards. Fighting with people like you has lowered my IQ." Ron's joking voice sounded, directly plagiarizing the original words that Sherlock had just ridiculed in the morning and giving it back to this group of people.Drug dealers.
"Who!" Ma Zai immediately turned back to look at the source of the sound, which was the door, but the answer to him was only a Remington exclusive No. 12 buckshot. The small lead bullets spurting out immediately beat Ma Zai into sieves. .
Ron, wearing a felt hat and a cool cowboy outfit, strode in from the door holding a shotgun.
Finally, the drug traffickers could no longer bear the repeated blows and collapsed completely. They ran out from behind the temporary bunker crying and crying: "Don't shoot! We surrender!"
"Bang!" A puff of green smoke came out of Ron's gun, and Ma Tsai fell down. Ron immediately "clicked" very skillfully and loaded a bullet into the chamber again.
"I'm sorry, I don't accept surrender. Go to hell, you scum!"
Drug dealers do not deserve to live. This is one of the beliefs that Ron has reached through education in his previous life. If it were not for his work needs to completely squeeze out the big drug lord Flynn, Ron would directly use the 63-type rocket launcher to blast him right now. Home.
PS: There will be another update later. If you are willing to wait, just wait. But I advise everyone to take a rest early. Thank you for your support~