Chapter 181 The Disadvantage Is that the Accuracy Is Not Enough, and the Advantage Is that the Accuracy Is Not Needed

On the third day after the establishment of the new tax department.

A group of tax officials wearing bulletproof vests rushed into a shoe factory in Tijuana with about 600 workers.

They directly dragged the boss who was in the office out.

"Don't! Don't shoot! I'll pay." The boss was a bald man, raised his hand in panic and shouted loudly, looking around with a cunning look, and saw an armored car with the English abbreviation: JDJS. (Remember to pay taxes)

"We received a tip-off that you evaded taxes."

"How is it possible! Impossible, I pay every quarter. By the way, my nephew is in your tax department. This is definitely a misunderstanding." The bald man said hurriedly, and when he saw his nephew hiding behind him, his eyes lit up, "Mike! Mike! Come and help me talk."

"Please call me by my position when you are working. Call me auditor or sir." Mike looked at this cousin with a serious expression and said to his boss, "He has about 6 properties in Tijuana, but I know he has never paid taxes."

"Mike! I'm your uncle!" The bald man said with a glare.

Your money is not mine, but the money you evaded in tax is my commission. Mike has a square face, "If you don't pay taxes on time, it's useless even if you are my father."

"Tow him away, take him away, go back to the bureau and let him think about where the money is hidden!"

Two tax officials grabbed the bald man's arm and pulled him into the car.

"Close the site!"

"Boss, what about these workers? If more than 600 people are unemployed, the pressure on social security will be great."

"Then what do you say?"

"Otherwise, the assembly line will continue to work. The more orders we get, the higher the fine will be."

The boss's eyes lit up, patted Mike on the shoulder, and sighed, "Not bad, with your attitude, you will definitely be the next one to be promoted!"

Mike nodded excitedly.

Everything for Mr. Victor!

Security department. Office.

"Look, there are many rich people in Tijuana, but they are not willing to pay taxes." Victor looked at the new report, his face was relaxed, he crossed his legs, and drank coffee.

In just two days, 71 companies that failed to pay taxes on time were closed down. According to the scale of fines, at least 63 million US dollars can be collected. If this were in the United States, they would have to go to jail and be fined heavily.

In Mexico, it depends on your "sincerity". The higher the fine you pay, the lower the criminal punishment will be.

"This is only part of it. According to the tax department's estimate, there are about 600 companies in the entire Lower California that have tax evasion. Boss, we can get at least 1.2 billion US dollars in fines and confiscations!" Casare said excitedly beside him.

An average fine of 200,000 US dollars per company!

"Let the tax department work overtime. If anyone does not cooperate, the armored vehicle will directly drive over. After getting the money, the police will be paid as soon as possible, and the monthly pensions of retired police officers and families of sacrificed police officers will be supplemented."

The golden finger only allows Victor to pinch people, but these guys also have to eat, drink, defecate and urinate. The pressure is heavy. Without money, it is really difficult to move forward.

The 15,000 National Guards have not been fully recruited, but according to Victor's newly launched "Police Officer Salary Standards".

Ordinary police corporals get $570 per month, and the messy benefits add up to about $8,000 a year. In the United States next door, according to the data of the Bureau of Labor Statistics (BLS), their average salary in 1990 was $20,543.

Victor also wants to convert it into pesos.

But...

Many people in Mexico don't recognize it!

This society has long been completely occupied by "the United States". This is the hegemony of the US dollar. Mexico can't get rid of it. Perhaps, Victor now can't get rid of it.

$570 is just the minimum, not the average. The National Guard alone spends nearly $9 million a month, plus the front-line combat troops, intelligence departments, the maintenance of the "Grand Duke Victor", and the maintenance of armored vehicles and other weapons.

There are also salaries for personnel in other departments.

Everyone sees the glory of being a boss, but they don't see that they have to make a living by breaking the banknotes behind them.

The estimated 1.2 billion US dollars in fines... won't take long at all.

"Boss, maybe we can go to the United States to get some tech stocks? I heard that Wall Street is now almost throwing money in and taking it out in sacks."

Smart right-hand men must be able to solve problems for the boss.

"Stocks?" Victor frowned. When he heard him say that, he seemed to remember that Microsoft, Google, etc. should be "booming" in the 1990s, and maybe he could really make a fortune.

Dinglingling~

Just as Victor was thinking deeply, the phone on the table rang, and it was still red, which symbolized urgency. He was startled and picked up the phone.

"Hello!"

"Director, it's me, Kennedy. My department has taken over the outer city of Hermosillo, the capital of Sonora State, and is now approaching it. We have encountered heavy firepower attacks from the resistance forces of the steel plant outside the city. Request indiscriminate bombing!"

Victor stood up from his chair and ran to the map next to him. He found Hermosillo, in the central area of ​​Sonora State. How could it be so fast?

Is there something fishy?

He picked up the phone, "What's the story about this steel mill?"

"It belongs to Spain." Kennedy said on the other side.

It turned out to be a foreign-funded enterprise.

"Blow it up! The regular staff inside must have been murdered by drug dealers. I will let Cuauhcmote inform the Spanish side. What you need to do is take down the steel mill and then raid the drug dealers in Hermosillo. I will send police officers to support you."

"clear!"

Victor took a drag on his cigarette and frowned, "Order the three battalions of the renovated Vasily 442nd Regiment (800 people) and EDN (Mexico Emergency Response Team) (900 people) to go out for support!"

"Boss, there is only one EDN battalion left in Tijuana. Isn't it too risky?" Casare said next to him.

Victor narrowed his eyes, "Just pin down the drug dealers and beat them. As long as we control Sonora, our buffer zone will be extended. Don't worry, safety is no problem."

He secretly glanced at the points, and there were still more than 1 billion. The main front lines were spending artillery shells every day, which was a heavy consumption, but they could still produce some "cannon fodder" when necessary.

Perhaps, some people should be hired according to the "mercenary" template. This group of people is enough for large-scale wars.

"Electrify the whole country! Urge Sonora civilians to evacuate the war area, allow entry into northern Baja California, set up tents near Mexicali City, and conduct centralized control of the influx of refugees."

Casare hurriedly wrote down what his boss said.

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After Kennedy hung up the phone, his expression was solemn. This steel plant was not as relaxed as he said.

Covering an area of ​​6 square kilometers, it is one of the largest foreign-owned steel plants in Mexico. Almost 30% of the people in Hermosillo work, live and live here.

Kennedy has made the civilians inside leave by playing loudspeakers, but there are still many people here who "live and die with the steel plant"!

Because they are gone... they no longer have the ability to survive. What can many people do? Going to other states to starve? Or join a drug dealer?

It would be better to stay in the steel plant and oppose the anti-drug forces.

Sometimes, reality is really full of magic. They also know the benefits of drug control, but they are reluctant to part with the damaged work of drug control, the three acres of land, and three meals a day.

For them, anti-drug control is a matter of the state. It’s none of their business.

NMD!

It also helps drug traffickers fight back against anti-drug forces.

Stubborn and stubborn!

Then fight.

2,000 police officers stormed inside, but they couldn't get in and suffered heavy losses. These drug dealers had buried a lot of landmines and even tunnels.

Like a mouse crawling everywhere.

"Order the BM-13 rocket launcher battalion to fire 10 rounds rapidly! Blow up the steel plant!" Kennedy issued the order through gritted teeth.

Anyway, the boss agreed.

The Spaniards would just go find Victor.

The rocket launcher battalion consists of 30 BM-13 rocket launchers. Don't be surprised, Mao Xiong also has an artillery force. The Germans sighed when they exploded during World War II.

With enough firepower, ants can turn into dung beetles.

In the wide open space, the BM-13 rocket launcher battalion got busy after receiving the order.

"preparation!"

"put!"

The red flag waved downwards vigorously.

Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo…

Shocking!

Fire rain and meteors!

The disadvantage of this thing is that it is not accurate enough. The advantage is that it does not require accuracy, just one word: explode!

The ultimate aesthetics of violence.

Standing nearby, I watched the rockets rushing towards the steel plant in groups. The factory area covering an area of ​​6 square kilometers was full of explosions. The soil on the ground was turned over several layers by the explosion, but some buildings were still intact. Do not move!

This reinforced concrete is so fucking reliable.

"put!"

In just two hours, the steel plant received almost 4,800 artillery shells. According to calculations in 1950, at that time, one artillery shell was worth eight taels of gold.

Fortunately, Victor used points, but this shell also cost 12,000 points, which directly blew up nearly 60 million points. These... can be exchanged for a patrol ship.

Fortunately, it was not money. If it were money, Victor would have become a monk.

The thick smoke from the rocket explosion could be seen clearly in Hermosillo, several kilometers away. People were standing on balconies, high-rise buildings, and even on the roof of the church, looking at the shocking scene. A scene of experience.

Everyone felt small under the rocket bombs.

"God! With so many artillery pieces, will the steel plant still be there?" a woman asked with a sad face.

Her husband hugged her tightly and said, "Don't worry."

Both of them were employees of the steel plant. They returned to Hermosillo under the loudspeakers, but they were still a little sad to see the place where they had worked for more than ten years turned into this.

"God bless them." The woman leaned on her husband's arms.

What he said was that he didn't know who to protect.

Kennedy held a telescope and looked at the steel plant in the distance. There were bombed ruins everywhere.

"Keep blowing!"

"Boss, the shells are gone. We'll have to wait until tomorrow to deliver them next time." The adjutant next to him said awkwardly.

Whose family is so rich in war?

Do you know what you threw out?

At least two mansions in Beverly Hills, USA!

"The 1st and 2nd Battalions of the Violent Terrorist Mobile Team are moving forward."

"Ground troops tighten the defense line."

"Take down the steel plant!"

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