Chapter 179 Do you think A is bigger or 2?

Chapter 179 Do you think A is bigger or 2?

You make 100 million, give me 200,000!

Do you think I, Victor, am the "Master Qingtian" on my forehead?

No!

What I said was "Fair!"

You make 100 million, I want 98 million which is not too much, but you are making Uncle Victor very uncomfortable now.

If you don't pay me taxes, then I will ask for them myself. However, there are a lot of people coming here, and I have a big caliber. When I stuff them into your mouth, don't scream.

Casare made a phone call to Damon Hessef Zola, the head of EDN (Emergency Response Team throughout Mexico).

"The boss is a little angry, so he calls for some people. Yes, bring some people with him. Pull up the 2S3 type howitzer and load it with OF-540 high-explosive bombs! Add two more people to the crew and continue the fight!"

"What?"

Casare pondered for a moment, "Armed to demand debt!"

Damon Hessef Zola on the other end was stunned. Does anyone in Tijuana dare to owe the boss money?

God has to pay protection fees whenever he comes.

After hanging up the phone, Damon looked at his watch and walked out of the office, "Gather together, the first and second battalions of the EDN police force are fully armed, with 3 personnel and ammunition, and 2S3 plus howitzers are coming out."

The Mexico-wide emergency response team now has a full staff of 1,500 people, most of whom are sons of good families from Guadalupe Island. It is divided into five battalions, each battalion has 300 people. This is Victor's direct anti-drug force, and of course it must be well equipped. In addition to individual weapons, rocket launchers, howitzers, twin anti-aircraft artillery are all equipped, and even three Bell 212 armed helicopters are specially equipped.

Victor plans to build a "heavy-armed synthetic battalion" on them first, and then quietly get some tanks out. At that time, he will get dozens of T72s for the Mexican emergency response team. Can they go sideways in North America?

It should be able to penetrate small countries such as Panama, El Salvador, and Honduras.

but…

Fantasy is just good, but there is no money, why is there no money? They don't pay taxes, it's a closed loop.

Victor doesn't know what the finances were like before.

Or what it's like in other Mexican states.

But on his territory, if what I say doesn't work, what am I doing to mobilize the troops?

Isn't it just that when I chat with you at the table, I can punch you if you are unhappy?

Victor took the police uniform from the secretary and said to the other Financial Secretary in the conference room, "Follow up and let me teach you how to talk to people who don't pay taxes!"

When he came down from upstairs, he happened to see Damon Hessef Zola arriving at the door with the police team.

"Director!" Damon saluted.

When Victor saw the 2S3-type howitzer with a caliber of 152 mm, he was slightly attracted by it, and got on the Humvee, "Let's go to Area 30!"

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If you want to say which district in Tijuana has the most gringos, it must be the 12th District and the 30th District. The former is the gathering place for Nicos, stowaways, and crime frequency is very high. However, after the crackdown on crime, these Nicos are eager to give themselves. I've got bleach on my body.

The latter is a gathering area for casinos and gaming companies.

Many Americans like to come here to play a few games.

There are about 70 casinos on one street. Casinos have been legal in Mexico since the 19th century.

"Do they have a business license?" Victor asked while sitting on the Hummer, smoking a cigarette.

Casare, who was sitting in the back, looked around and said, "No, most of them are opened by local families or gangs."

“You still want to open a casino without a business license?”

Victor squinted his eyes, and an idea suddenly popped into his mind. Is it possible to legally control casinos like Las Vegas? There are only 20 casinos in Zone 30, and the rest are illegal.

There must be some people who are not convinced, so you can make a lot of money by cracking down on illegal ones.

Then by bidding on the "regular gambling license", you can get another sum of money here. After the bidding, you will have to pay taxes every month. Value-added tax, consumption tax, luxury goods tax and other miscellaneous things will be deducted from you.

20 dollars in chips and 18 dollars in tax.

I'll give you 2 yuan from the casino, don't tell me that I, Victor, can eat alone.

According to the fact that about 10 million American tourists come to Tijuana every year, even if half of them will enter the casino, how much money can they make for themselves?

In addition, controlling casinos can control money laundering channels and prevent some money laundering groups from being so rampant. I am a policeman!

Just relying on the money from regular casinos, I can make billions of dollars more every year!

boom!

The more Victor thought about it, the more excited he became, and he slapped the Hummer's panel.

"Seal all the street exits so that not a single mouse can get out."

A team as big as the police force was crossing Tijuana. Everyone they saw on the road stopped and watched. When they arrived at the 30th District, there were some people outside who looked like they were watching the scene. They felt the ground shaking, and they were confused. When he raised his head, he saw the armored vehicle and the muzzle of the howitzer. He was so frightened that his hands shook and his cigarette fell to the ground.

"Victor is here!!!"

A man with a shaved head and tattoos ran inside and shouted loudly. The sound... sounded like he was being raped in an alley.

"Am I that terrible?" Victor asked Casare with a dark face.

"Only those with dark hearts are afraid of the light. Boss, you are the light of Mexico. Of course these bastards are afraid of you."

Casare won the heart of the "Emperor" and made him a eunuch in the future.

Victor waved his hand, "Let their leaders come to see me, armed and demand taxes. If anyone refuses, treat them to peanuts."

"Vicious" EDN police officers rushed into the neighborhood.

“Which casino is the biggest here?”

"Maguixiu zitel!"

This is the god in charge of gambling in the Aztec cultural circle. It seems that the casino owner is quite literate.

Victor nodded and got off the Humvee, "Take some people and come with me."

Gambling is a "vicious" industry. How many people die from it every year? The greedy desire to take advantage of human nature constantly stimulates the moral bottom line.

But there's no way you can completely sweep this thing away.

The $2 trillion supermarket can't be solved just by talking about it. You can physically destroy the human body. Can you solve people's desires?

Along with gambling, there will be many criminal activities, such as the adult industry and other loan sharking, etc. Many places have begun to control it from the national level. Mexico was the first country to legalize gambling.

Some European countries allowed it around the millennium.

If capital is not shackled, it will overflow. Asking them to learn to be well-behaved is not as good as letting them know how to be afraid!

When Victor walked into the Marquess Chittel Casino, the people inside must have gotten the news and were waiting for him.

"Sir!" A man with a short hair and a big diamond ring on his ear smiled and bowed.

"Are you the boss?"

"My name is Antonis Rossello."

"How much tax did he pay last year?" Victor turned to the Finance Secretary and asked.

"20...200,000 US dollars."

"That's a lot of money." Victor said with a smile, looking at Antonis Rosselló, "I remember the casino tax in Mexico is 25%, right? Then let me ask, how much business did you have last year?"

Antonis wiped the cold sweat from his face and smiled sarcastically, "Mr. Victor, please sit down first and I will explain to you."

"explain?"

"You fucking owe me money and you want me to waste time listening to your explanation?" Victor grabbed Antonis by the collar and dragged him to the gaming table. "I'll play a game with you. Each person has one card. Who's the bigger one?" Just listen to whoever says it.”

"Deal the cards!" He said to the frightened dealer. The dealer, who had long hair, was wearing a white cool clothes, and half of his youth was exposed on his chest, tremblingly threw two cards over.

"Don't worry, I'm very disciplined. I'll listen to whoever has the best cards."

Antonis Rossello swallowed, turned over the cards with trembling hands, "A!"

His eyes suddenly lit up and he grinned.

And Victor turned over a "2".

"Sorry, sorry, Mr. Victor, I have better luck." Antonis said happily.

Victor was quiet for a moment and frowned, "Do you think I'm an idiot? Which one is bigger, 1 or 2? It doesn't matter if you don't pay taxes, how dare you lie to me?!"

He grabbed Antonis Rossello's head and pressed it on the card table. He picked up the card dealer and hit his head hard, "You lied to me! Damn it!"

"Do you think I'm blind?"

"I am A, I am A!!! A is the biggest!!" Antonis Rosselló screamed miserably.

"A, you, M, I asked you to defraud me of my money!"

Damon Hessef Zola's eyes twitched and he approached Casare, "Isn't this...A supposed to be the largest?"

Fatty Ka glanced at him.

Sure enough, violent people just don't have good brains.

Is this a big question?

This is a matter of dignity, how could Boss Victor lose?

Even if God comes, it will still be 2 big!

Victor was tired of playing, so he threw the bloody card dealer on the ground, spat, and turned around, "This place is a profiteer. I dare to cheat. I must have cheated other innocent people. I said with my eyes open. Nonsense, blocked!”

"Drag him out and hang him outside."

"Let people see it. Anyone who says A is greater than 2 will be hanged."

"Boss, what about these gambling funds?" Casare asked with a turn of his eyes, "Should we seize them first and return them to them after the case is investigated?"

"What is seizure? It's been confiscated! If you participate in illegal gambling, your gambling funds will be confiscated."

Let these Yankees who come to gamble shed some blood.

When the EDN people started confiscating gambling funds, some people cooperated, but others were unhappy, "Hey, we are Americans, Americans!"

"Americans? You fucking bastards have to abide by the law when you come here. How did you cross the border? Did you pay the customs clearance fee? Pull them down and beat them hard. You can see that they are illegal immigrants!" Casare pointed at two young Americans and scolded them. .

Several police officers came up and dragged them out, then hit them hard with the butts of their rifles!

The beating was accompanied by screams.

Almost all the money started coming in sacks.

Those wads of dollars...

American gamblers are crying.

Victor smiled happily.

"Director, other casino owners are here."

"Call in."

When dozens of people walked in, they were a little overwhelmed when they saw Antonis Rossello lying on the ground.

Victor leaned against the card table and looked at them, his hands raised.

"Do you think A or 2 is bigger?"

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