Chapter 179 Which One Do You Think Is Better, A or 2?

You make 100 million, give me 200,000!

Do you think I am the "honest Lord" on Victor's forehead?

No!

I am "fairness!"

You make 100 million, it's not too much for me to ask for 98 million, but you are making Victor very uncomfortable now.

If you don't pay taxes to me, then I will ask for it myself, but there are a lot of people coming with a large caliber, so don't scream when I put it in your mouth.

Casare called Damon Hessf Zola, the head of EDN (Mexico National Emergency Team).

"The boss is a little angry, call some people, yes, bring weapons, pull up the 2S3-type howitzer, and install OF-540 high-explosive bombs! Add 2 more people to the crew and continue to fight!"

"What for?"

Casare pondered, "Armed debt collection!"

Damon Hessf Zola on the other end was stunned. Is there anyone in Tijuana who dares to owe the boss money?

Even God has to pay protection fees.

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

The emergency response team across Mexico is now fully staffed with 1,500 people, most of whom are good children from Guadalupe Island. It is divided into five battalions, with 300 people in each battalion. This is Victor's direct anti-drug force, so of course it must be well equipped. In addition to individual weapons, rocket launchers, howitzers, and twin anti-aircraft artillery are all equipped, and even 3 Bell 212 armed helicopters are specially equipped.

Victor plans to first build a "heavy-armored combined battalion" from them, and "quietly" get some tanks out. At that time, he will get dozens of T72s for the emergency response team across Mexico. Can they walk sideways in North America?

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

But...

Fantasy is only good, but there is no money. Why is there no money? They don't pay taxes, this is a closed loop.

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

Or what other states in Mexico were like.

But in his territory, if what I say doesn't work, why do I bring in troops?

Isn't it just so that I can beat you up when I'm not happy with you while chatting with you at the table?

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

When he came down from upstairs, he saw Damon Hessf Zola leading the police team to the door.

"Chief!" Damon saluted.

Victor saw the 152mm caliber of the 2S3-type howitzer and got on the Hummer, "Let's go to District 30!"

...

If you want to say which district in Tijuana has the most foreigners, it must be District 12 and District 30. The former is a gathering place for black men, illegal immigrants, and has a high frequency of crime, but after the crackdown, these black men want to apply bleach on themselves.

The latter is a gathering area for casinos and bookmakers.

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

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

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

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

"You want to open a casino without a business license?"

Victor squinted his eyes, and suddenly an idea popped into his mind. Can we legally control casinos like Las Vegas, with only 20 casinos in 30 districts, and the rest are illegal.

Some people will definitely not accept it, so I can sweep the illegal ones and make a lot of money.

Then by bidding for the "regular gambling license", I can get another sum of money here. After the auction, I have to pay taxes every month, and all the value-added tax, consumption tax, luxury tax, etc. will be deducted from you.

18 yuan tax for 20 US dollars of chips.

2 dollars for your casino to earn, don't say that I, Victor, eat all the money.

According to about 10 million American tourists visiting Tijuana every year, even if half of them go to the casino, how much money can I get from it?

In addition, controlling the casino can control the money laundering channels, so that some money laundering groups will not be so rampant. I am a policeman!

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

Bang!

Victor became more and more excited as he thought about it, and slapped the panel of the Hummer.

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

Such a large team of police officers crossed Tijuana, and everyone who saw it on the road stopped to watch. 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 when they looked up blankly, they saw the armored vehicle and the muzzle of the howitzer. They were so scared that their hands shook and their cigarettes fell to the ground.

"Victor is here!!!!"

A man with a shaved head and tattoos on his body ran inside, shouting loudly. This voice... is like someone who was raped in the alley.

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

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

Casare is deeply loved by the "Emperor", so he will be made 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 and was wearing a white cool clothes with half of his youthful face exposed on his chest, tremblingly threw over two cards.

"Don't worry, I'm very strict about rules. 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 their rifle butts!

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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