Chapter 179 Do you think A is bigger or 2?
You make 100 million, share 200,000 with me!
Do you think I, Victor, am the "Master Qingtian" on my forehead?
No!
My thumbs up is "Fair!"
You earn 100 million, and 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 pay for them myself. However, there are a lot of people here with a big caliber. When I stuff them in your mouth, don’t scream.
Casare made a phone call to Damon Hessef Zola, the head of the EDN (Emergency Response Team throughout Mexico).
"The boss is a little angry, so he calls for some people. Yes, bring some help. Pull up the 2S3 howitzer and load it with OF-540 high-explosive bombs! Add 2 more people to the crew and continue fighting!"< br>
“What?”
Casare pondered for a moment, "Armed to demand debts!"
Damon Hessef Zola on the other end was stunned. Does anyone in Tijuana dare to owe the boss money?
When God comes, he has to pay protection fees.
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 a base of 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 from good families on Guadalupe Island. It is divided into five battalions, each battalion has 300 people. This is Victor's direct anti-drug force. Of course, it must be well equipped. In addition to individual weapons, it is equipped with rocket launchers, howitzers, and twin anti-aircraft artillery. It is even equipped with three Bell 212 armed helicopters.
Victor plans to build a "heavy-armed synthetic battalion" on them first, and quietly get some tanks out. At that time, he will get dozens of T72s for the Mexican emergency 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 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 in his territory, if what I say doesn’t work, what am I doing to mobilize the troops?
Isn’t it just so 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, "You all 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.
Victor noticed the 2S3-type howitzer with a caliber of 152 mm and was slightly attracted by it. He got on the Humvee and said, "Let's go to Area 30!"
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If 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 gangs, these Nicos are eager to kill themselves. Apply bleach.
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 are legal in Mexico and have been 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, hurriedly looked around, "No, most of them are opened by local families or gangs."
"You still want to open a casino without a business license?"< br>
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. After the bidding, you have to pay taxes every month. Value-added tax, consumption tax, luxury goods tax and other miscellaneous things will be deducted from you. above.
Tax is 18 yuan for a $20 chip.
I’ll give you 2 yuan from the casino, don’t talk about me and Victor eating 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 get 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!
Bang!
The more Victor thought about it, the more excited he became, and he slapped the Hummer’s trim panel.
"The street exits were all sealed, and not a single mouse could get out."
A police team as large as the police team was crossing Tijuana. Everyone who saw it on the road stopped and looked at it. When they arrived at the 30th District At that time, there were some people outside who looked like they were watching the scene. They felt the ground shaking. When they raised their heads in confusion, they saw the armored vehicle and the muzzle of the howitzer. They were so frightened that their hands shook and their cigarettes fell to the ground.
"Victor...Victor is here!!!!"
A man with a shaved head and tattoos ran inside and shouted loudly, the voice... was like It was like 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 they are afraid of you."
Casare won the heart of the "Emperor" and let him be a eunuch in the future. .
Victor waved his hand, "Let their person in charge come to see me, armed and demand taxes. If anyone refuses, treat them to peanuts."
The "extremely vicious" EDN police officer rushed Entered the block.
“Which casino is the biggest here?”
"Maguixiuzitel!"
This is the god in charge of gambling in the Aztec cultural circle. It seems that the casino owner is quite educated.
Victor nodded and got off the Humvee, "Take some people and follow me."
Gambling is a "vicious" industry. How many people die in it every year? The greedy desire to take advantage of human nature constantly stimulates the moral bottom line.
But there is 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 countries in Europe allowed it around the millennium.
Capital will overflow if it is not shackled. Asking them to learn to be well-behaved is not as good as letting them know how to be afraid!
Victor walked into the Marquess Chittel Casino. The people inside must have gotten the news and were waiting for him.
"Sir!" A man with an inch hair and a big diamond ring hanging from 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 the person 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 let me explain it to you."
"Explain?"
"You fucking owe me Money, do you want me to waste time listening to your explanation?" Victor grabbed Antonis by the collar and dragged him to the gambling table, "I'll play a game with you, each person has a card, and whoever is the most powerful can listen to him. "
"Deal!" 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, threw two cards in his trembling hands.
"Don't worry, I'm very disciplined. I'll listen to whoever has the bigger card."
Antonis Rosselló swallowed, turned over the card with trembling hands, "A!"
His eyes suddenly lit up and he grinned.
And Victor turned over "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 Anthony Rossello's head was pressed 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 am blind? ?"
"I am A! A is the biggest!" Antonis Rosselló shouted miserably.
“A, you M, I asked you to cheat 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 have bad 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 from playing, so he threw the bloody card dealer on the ground, spat, and turned around, "This place is a profiteer, I dare to cheat, and I must have cheated other innocent people. He's telling lies with his eyes open, so he's banned!"
"Drag him out and hang him outside."
"Let people see that anyone who says A is bigger than 2 will be hanged. ."
"Boss, what about these gambling funds?" Casare turned his eyes and asked, "Should we keep them and wait for the case to be cleared before returning them to them?"
"What is seizure? It's confiscated! If you participate in illegal gambling, your gambling funds will be confiscated."
Let these Yankees who come to gamble also shed some blood.
When people from EDN started to confiscate gambling funds, some people cooperated, but others were unhappy, "Hey, we are Americans, Americans!"
"Americans? You fucking bastard You have to abide by the law, how did you get across the border? Did you pay the customs clearance fee? Pull them down and beat them hard, you can see they are illegal immigrants!" Casare pointed at the two young Americans and scolded them.
Several police officers came up and dragged them out, then hit them hard with their rifle butts!
The beating resulted in continuous screams.
Almost all the money started coming in sacks.
Those wads of dollars...
American gamblers burst into tears.
Victor smiled happily.
"Director, other casino owners are here."
"Call in."
When dozens of people walked in, they saw Antonis Rosselló lying on the ground. , a bit at a loss.
Victor leaned on the card table, looking at them, with both hands raised.
“Do you think A is bigger or 2?”
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(End of this chapter)