American Tax Officer

Chapter 142: Chapter 112: Dare to Fight Back? Eat a Missile!

About 500 meters from the Chieftain's Manor, inside Tewin's house.

Virginia rushed in hastily, kicking the door open with one foot, only to find deafening music playing inside.

There, Tewin was embracing a blonde Western girl, swaying passionately to the music.

Virginia immediately shut off the music and went to Dieter's side, grabbing the incoherent man and violently shaking him as she spoke urgently, "Wake up, Dieter, the Tax Bureau's armed forces are here!"

"Tax Bureau... armed forces... Damn it, why shut off my music, I'll kill you, I'll kill you..."

Seeing that Dieter was still out of it, Virginia helplessly turned and quickly walked out.

In less than a minute, he returned with a bucket of water, grabbed Dieter by the mouth, and poured water continuously into it, occasionally dousing Dieter's face and head as well.

"Cough cough cough..."

Feeling his stomach churning, Dieter immediately vomited uncontrollably.

After emptying his stomach, his head began to clear, and he saw Virginia still poised to pour water into his mouth.

He immediately struggled free and glared at him, demanding, "Damn it, what the fuck are you doing, trying to kill me?"

"Big trouble, Dieter, the Tax Bureau's armed forces are here!"

"What!"

Dieter was first shocked, then quickly asked, "Their forces are here? Where?"

Virginia hastily replied, "Where else would they be? Their tanks and armored combat groups have already charged into our reservation, and there are two helicopter combat squads circling above our territory!"

Hearing that tanks and armored combat groups had entered the reservation, Dieter was dumbfounded, then suddenly snapped to action, dashing out like a cheetah.

When he rushed out and looked up, he indeed saw helicopter squadrons circling in the distant sky, just as Virginia had said.

For a moment, he was completely dumbstruck.

In recent days, he had heard about the Tax Bureau's armed forces, but he had never imagined they would dare to directly invade their reservation.

And it was just the helicopter squads so far, but Virginia had said the tanks and armored vehicles had already charged in as well.

Although their tribe had tens of thousands of Native Americans, they couldn't stand against such a tide of steel; no amount of lives could fill the gap.

Fear started to spread through Dieter's heart.

"Dieter, what should we do?"

At that moment, Virginia also came to Dieter's side.

"Quick, go find my father..."

Dieter was truly panicked; in his view, only by getting to the Chief and his father would there be any chance of safety.

Since the two locations were merely 5-600 meters apart,

soon Dieter and Virginia raced by car to the entrance of the Chief's Manor, but found that whether it was Gael or the other Elders, everyone was dazedly staring at the sky.

Dieter got out of the car and rushed to Tewin's side, about to plea for help, but before he could say a word, a sudden roar drowned out all sound, sending a buzzing vibration through everyone's eardrums.

Regaining their composure, they all turned their heads to look toward the source of the explosion.

About two kilometers away, a massive explosion had ignited a huge fire, with surrounding houses burning and sending billowing smoke into the sky.

"Damn it, without my orders, who the fuck dares to open fire, Fake!!!"

Gael was both shocked and afraid, cursing frantically.

He knew it must have been some hot-blooded young warriors from the tribe who, seeing their homeland invaded, lost their heads and fired at the helicopters overhead, thus provoking the Tax Bureau armed forces' bombardment!

Not just Gael; at that moment, every Elder was extremely anxious.

Hell, how could those stubborn youths knowingly fire at the helicopter squads circling in the sky!

Wasn't this suicide?

And it was okay if those stubborn youths died, but artillery shells were indiscriminate; what if a stray one hit their way, wouldn't that spell disaster for them too?

"Weidingled, this the fuck is your jurisdiction, go personally, calm those stubborn youths down, tell them not to open fire indiscriminately; a few more shells and our tribe is finished!"

Gael felt the situation couldn't escalate any further and urgently looked to Weidingled.

Being called out by name, Weidingled inwardly cursed his luck.

Just yesterday he and Tewin had been stirring and arming those young warriors; now he had to go back and tell them to lay down their arms and surrender. Where would his authority stand?

But a loss of authority was the least of his worries right now.

The worst thing was that the area was clearly a battlefield. If he rushed over there and the Apache helicopters above dropped another shell, would he even have a life left?

"What are you staring at, go now!"

Faced with Gael's renewed urging, even if Weidingled was unwilling a thousand times over, he couldn't openly defy the Chieftain's orders in public.

He had no choice but to jump into a nearby convertible jeep. As he drove toward the battle zone, he stared fixedly at the helicopters in the sky, wary of artillery suddenly raining down.

Meanwhile, at the same time.

Within an ammunition depot in Weidingled's jurisdiction,