Chapter 178 No tax? If you don’t pay taxes, you will be killed!
Colombia. Santa Fe Bogotá!
In a mansion in a wealthy area.
The newscaster on the TV looked serious. He lowered his head to read the manuscript and said to the camera, "The CIA severely refutes rumors of drug trafficking and claims that Mexican drug cartels are the enemy of mankind. Any person or organization with conscience will The circulation of drugs will not be allowed, and the CIA will fully support the anti-drug cause!”
"Director William Webster also said that the existence of the Sinaloa drug cartel is an insult to human society, and he will urge Mexico to eradicate it."
beng!
Guzman, who was sitting on the sofa, jumped up and kicked the coffee table away. The fruits and snacks on the table fell to the floor. He angrily picked up a Winchester Defender 1300 shotgun and fired at him. He fired three shots while watching the TV.
jump jump jump!
The TV was blown up directly.
The bodyguards who heard the noise outside rushed in and looked at each other in shock when they saw this scene.
"Son of a bitch!"
Guzman yelled, "Do I look like that kind of idiot?"
Go hard against the CIA?
Why don't you just cover me with a white cloth?
If I dared to blow up the CIA building in North America, why would I be selling drugs? It would be great if I went to Castro!
The most important thing is...
Who will take the initiative to admit when they have done something wrong?
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is slander, but he is a drug cartel and a born villain. How can he still stand up and say that he did not do it?
Guzman is a very low-key and humble person. He believes that killing people will never be publicized in a big way. As soon as this shit basin was slapped on his head, he almost "cryed".
Isn’t this bullying an honest person?
Arturo Beltran Leyva walked in from the outside, glanced at the living room and waved to the bodyguards. After he kicked a piece of broken glass under the TV cabinet, he faced the livid Guzman. He shouted, "Cousin..."
"Have you found out who it is?"
"Not yet...no, the other party did it very simply, without any clue at all." Arturo felt a little guilty.
Guzman took a deep breath, but he couldn't help but cursed, "Trash!"
Arturo lowered his head and said nothing.
"Sinaloa has gone to the end, and we were forced to the opposite side of the CIA." Under extreme circumstances, he became very calm.
"We can explain to the CIA and maybe give them more shares."
"It's useless. In order to regain their reputation as soon as possible, the CIA will definitely throw us out as scapegoats. They don't care who sells drugs. They only care about who can make money for them. Without me, Guzman, he can support other people. Maybe, now they are thinking about how to kill me and shut me up!"
Arturo swallowed and looked at his gloomy cousin, "The only thing we can rely on now is the North American Narcotics Association, which is about to be established. As long as we have the strength in numbers, the CIA will have to consider killing us if they want to." ”
"Ha"
Guzman sneered, "Do you really think they will be on our side? Maybe they are already thinking about how to kick us out now. They just want to fight Victor, not the CIA!"
Drug dealers are essentially businessmen. If you Sinaloa is useless, it will be useless for us to bring you in again.
"No, there may be only one person in the association who is not afraid of the CIA. We can cooperate with him."
Arturo looked confused, "Cousin, what are you talking about?"
"Pablo Escobar!"
"If you want to say who hates the CIA the most in the world, he must be on the list. As long as he nods and relies on his troops, it will be absolutely impossible for Abrego and Aguilar to kick us out!"
"Let's go find him!"
Guzman is a very direct person. If he were two steps later, he would have to collect his body!
At the same time, in a cafe in District 7 of the same city.
"Joker" Jeff Bennett met Ethan Hunt. He came to help and had to meet his colleagues.
First glance: Wow, this guy has really dark circles under his eyes!
Second glance: Damn it, why does it look so familiar?
The third eye:
"Ethan?" Jeff Bennett shouted softly. The other person's eyes were dull and he nodded numbly.
"What's wrong with you? Are you so busy doing business in Colombia? Jason Bourne said you were too tired, so it's not like this."
"Jason Bourne? I CTMDB!"
As soon as he heard this name, Ethan Hunter gritted his teeth and wanted to kill that guy.
Blanco is indeed generous in letting himself be a duck, but you damn didn't say Blanco does it seven times a day!
Those girls can really absorb dirt while sitting on the ground.
I go back and make supplements for Ethan Hunt every night, and this guy is getting more and more playful...
Blanco is a famously rich woman in the male model club.
"What have you done?" Jeff Bennett looked at him intensely.
Ethan Hunt hesitated, "Drilling holes, that's not important."
He hurriedly changed the subject. Being a duck was not honorable. He knew the concept of honor and disgrace. He took out a photo and put it on the table and pushed it over. "Look for an opportunity to kill this person. For more information, you can go to the Houston Burger Shop." , they are all our people over there.”
"in a hurry?"
Ethan Hunter nodded, "He is the intelligence leader of the Cali Group. He is still alive to influence me... to make holes."
Jeff Bennett looked at Salcedo in the photo and nodded slowly, "Don't worry."
He drank the remaining half cup of coffee, then pulled off the napkin hanging on his collar, "Pay for me, thank you, I don't have Colombian pesos." After that, he walked out of the cafe.
Ethan Hunt is holding his head. Are there no normal people in the Mexican International News Department?
The boss is a stingy old guy, he is a duck, and then he has a clown to help him, my God!
This is simply more magical than the gossip about the British royal family.
"Waiter, settle the account!" Ethan Hunter snapped his fingers.
As for "Clown" Jeff Bennett, who walked out of the door, he stuffed a piece of chewing gum into himself, then scanned the surroundings with his eyes, and his eyes came to rest on the two gangsters leaning on the edge of the trash can.
He smiled and walked over, "Hi, gentlemen, can I ask you a question?" He took out a hundred-dollar bill.
The two gangsters' eyes lit up, and they looked him up and down.
Single, artist? A thin man?
"Of course, but I think we should go to the alley to talk." One of the gangsters raised his eyebrows.
"no problem."
Jeff Bennett smiled innocently and followed the two gangsters into the alley.
Thump, thump, thump...jump!
After a few noises were heard in the alley, it became quiet.
Pedestrians walking by outside just glanced at him and quickened their pace.
Jeff Bennett held a cigarette in his mouth and stepped on a gangster's face. The gangster's eyes were frightened, while another man on the other side fell to the ground with blood pouring from his neck, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
"Sir, where is the best ice cream shop?"
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Tijuana. In a conference room.
Victor frowned and looked at the financial report in his hand.
"Waterfa? Are you telling me that the entire city, with a permanent population of nearly 2 million and a circulating population of 10 million per year, only had an income of US$700 million in the first two quarters?"
At this point, Victor laughed and slammed the document on the ground, "Where's my money!"
Tijuana is famous for its tourist attractions, antiques, food, horse racing, gambling and other markets, which are almost the largest in the Americas. Many Americans come here, and even because this place is very comfortable for stowaways, many stowaways Will stay here for a while.
It’s such a good place, and you tell me it’s 700 million US dollars in half a year, do you think I’m an idiot?
It’s not as fast as making money from cracking down on crime.
I’m embarrassed to say that I have to pay taxes on making such a small amount of money!
"Can you tell me why?"
Everyone in the conference room was so quiet that they didn't dare to say a word, and they looked at each other.
Most of the people here have not been touched by Victor. They are all the original people, and some of them came here after Kwaukemot came to power.
Victor rarely interacts with anyone outside the police department, but these guys made themselves out to be fools!
"Mr. Jeremiah Sabah." He looked at the head of Tijuana's Finance Department.
"This...I don't know about this, sir." The other party was a silver-haired middle-aged man who looked very elegant and hesitantly shook his head.
"you do not know?"
Victor laughed, shook his head, grabbed the ashtray and threw it, hit the other person's forehead directly, kicked him, grabbed his head and punched him in the face.
The bridge of the opponent's nose was broken!
His face was covered in blood!
"Trash!" Victor stood up and kicked him in the head, looking at the others with fierce eyes, "Can you tell me where the money is!"
"First...sir!" The man sitting at the back raised his hand tremblingly.
"you say."
"Many industries do not have taxes, and many people will conceal their income, and many factories will not pay taxes on time. We have no way to deal with them."
"You mean someone is evading taxes?"
The man nodded, "There are many factories as well. Moreover, the tax department also turns a blind eye. Many of them are foreign-funded enterprises."
"You don't pay taxes? How dare you open a factory in Tijuana?"
"Here, you have to pay taxes when selling Y! Does their factory have nuclear bombs or atomic bombs? Casare, shake me, I want to see which monster in Tijuana doesn't pay taxes!"
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