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You make 100 million, I get 200,000!
Do you really think I'm some kind of "Fair-minded Official" with a clear conscience, huh?
No!
I represent "fairness!"
You earn 100 million, and I ask for 98 million—not too much, right? But now you're making Uncle Victor very uncomfortable.
If you don't pay your taxes, then I'll have to collect them myself. Only thing is, I might bring a few too many people, with rather large calibers. When they shove the barrel in your mouth, don't you cry about it.
Casare made a call to Damon Hesfu Zola, the head of the Mexican National Emergency Squad.
"The boss is a little pissed off, call some people in, yeah, and bring the weapons too. Get the 2S3 Akatsiya self-propelled howitzers ready, loaded with OF-540 high-explosive bombs! Add two more crew members to the vehicles, ready for sustained combat!"
"For what?"
Casare pondered for a moment, "Armed debt collection!"
