Warwick the Godfather of Terra

"No, you two don't need to be considered as the dark horses now. You are already the dark horses."

The agent smiled.

He suddenly felt that this kind of life was more suitable for him than being a killer.

"Okay, you two take a rest first. I'll leave first. The next team competition will be in four days."

The agent bowed and turned to leave.

Huimao looked at Lupo who was leaving, then turned to look at Sona.

"Sona, are we still going to play a team match next time?"

Flametail is the Knight Commander after all.

"Let's play. The team competition gives us the most points. If we play the individual competition, we won't have enough points."

Sona sighed and gritted her teeth at this.

Damn capitalists.

Seeing that they were taken in by this new company, their previous points as independent knights were cancelled in order to suppress the company.

It's so immoral.

"Hey, I don't know what kind of person this company boss is."

Sona changed into loose clothes and lay on the soft bed.

Staring at the ceiling in a daze.

"He..."

"Just a fool."

Zofia glared at the werewolf fiercely and stood up to change her clothes.

Why didn’t you tell me about the banquet earlier!

Putting on makeup is tiring, okay?

Chapter 73 Warwick is the Rule

"Uncle?"

After waiting for a long time, the little head poked out from the door. Maria looked into the room cautiously, afraid of seeing something she shouldn't see, and afraid of missing something she shouldn't see.

But unfortunately, her unhealthy idea did not come true.

The little girl only saw a werewolf eating a banana.

"Hey, little Maria, come here!"

Seeing the golden pony, the werewolf immediately waved.

The little girl looked around, walked in curiously and sat down next to the werewolf.

"Uncle, where is Sister Zofia?"

The little Pegasus looked left and right.

The werewolf handed her a banana.

"She's putting on makeup, and we're going to attend an event later."

Maria peeled the banana open with some surprise.

"Oh? Auntie hasn't put on makeup for a long time..."

Just as I put the banana into my mouth, the little girl turned her head.

She saw her aunt.

I was so scared that I exerted force with my hands.

The banana was squeezed away and fell into the werewolf's mouth.

The werewolf held the banana that flew into his mouth, looking confused.

"What are you..."

Sofia walked out slowly, lifting her skirt.

"Let's go."

She smiled slightly.

"I've packed it up."

"Whoosh, whoosh."

The weather in Dos Soares is scorching hot. The artificial waves created by the artificial wave-making device that has been debugged by a special person are gently shaking the hull of the entire luxury yacht, making this luxury yacht, which was built with ship technology purchased from Iberia at a high price, sway up and down with an appropriate amplitude. The light breeze and air conditioning adjust the temperature to a suitable level, so that everyone on the yacht can enjoy the most suitable experience.

The yacht may not look large, but it has all the necessary facilities inside.

Kitchen, wine storage, gym and conference room, etc. are all…

No.

Since its manufacture, this yacht has been anchored in the inland artificial sea of ​​Dos Sores, so there is no need to prepare these things.

These insignificant things can be found on land in Dos Soares, so why move them onto the ship?

Those who can board this yacht are either rich or noble, and they will not hesitate to spend a few dollars to have a drone deliver what they want.

Not to mention that this kind of ship also has servants of all races and models, from top to bottom, from men to women, running around, collected by Candela.

All that was available on this ship were various luxurious single rooms and a banquet hall so large that it took up nearly half of the ship.

And now, in the entire banquet hall, high-end crystal lamps from Leitania are emitting a warm glow, and the faint yellow light wraps the entire banquet hall in magnificence.

With the piano music playing in the room and the pure Victorian handmade furniture, the whole room exudes two words.

Upper class.

Celebrities dressed in various luxurious clothes walked into the room in pairs with their male or female companions.

They were either celebrities from Colombia or nobles from Letania, and there were even military personnel from the Bolivarian Coalition Government.

Even though the people outside are almost going crazy, as the black pearl of Bolivar, Dosores is still safe.

These military personnel have been fighting for their lives out there, and have been at war all their lives. Don't they deserve to enjoy themselves?

Besides, if you don't enjoy it now, are you going to enjoy it when you are liquidated in the future and run away like that old guy with his family like a stray dog?

"Mr. Danchas, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

The tobacco merchant who was born in Colombia saw a man dressed in a neat military uniform and quickly approached him and greeted him in a familiar manner.

"Oh my brother Fargo, I have been very busy recently with the change of guard of Colonel Jones."

Although the coalition government is ostensibly Bolivar's official institution, in reality this part of the power is sponsored by the major shareholders behind it - Colombian capitalists.

Therefore, as a lieutenant colonel in the coalition government, Danchas was very familiar with this unscrupulous businessman who often traveled back and forth between Colombia and Bolivar to sell various types of tobacco.

"I was originally planning to visit you next month, but I didn't expect to meet you again today at Miss Candela's place."

Even though he hated these greedy and rude soldiers, Fager still had to put on a smile and try to please them.

"Oh, my good brother, what do you want from me?"

The lieutenant colonel kneaded the fingers of the girl next to him, with a puzzled look on his face.

'Damn leeches...'

His heart sank as he looked at the soldier in front of him who only cared about business but only talked about brotherhood. Fager gritted his teeth, but the smile on his face became even more ardent.

After all, this soldier in front of him is the most useful contact he has currently connected with the United Government. As a transport businessman, as long as he pleases the brother-in-law of Colonel Jones, the head of the Customs Administration Department, his batch of smuggled minerals can be shipped out smoothly.

That's right, in addition to doing tobacco business, he also works part-time smuggling Originium from Bolivar.

In Terra, a place with broken walls, although there is a monster called Zaun Technology Company that does not use Originium, there is only one monster after all, and most companies still need to rely on Originium to operate.

Colombia has nothing much, but a lot of factories that kill people indiscriminately.

As the number of factories increases, the consumption of source stones becomes a terrifying number.

As a country with strict rule of law, most of the Colombian government's income comes from taxes, and the largest of these is the tax on stone products.

After all, Colombia's strongest force is the tax bureau, and the tax on source stone products they set is as high as more than 50%.

And if you dare not pay, the Colombian tax bureau will come to your door the next day with a giant destroyer gun to greet your whole family and wish you good health.

But as the saying goes, you have Zhang Liang but I have a ladder to climb over the wall. You can put pressure on me with five people at the beginning, but I can get six skin cities, three stars and five mana!

Because Bolivar's coalition government is controlled by Colombia's chaebol institutions, and behind the chaebol institutions is the Congress, Bolivar is regarded as an enclave of Colombia itself, and the source stone products produced here are not subject to customs duties.

And as mentioned before, because of the war here, the government here is extremely chaotic, so the source stones and related source stone products coming out of here do not need to pay the extremely terrifying source stone product tariffs set by Colombia.

No matter which country these source stone products belonged to or which factory they were produced in, as long as they are marked with the Bolivarian United Government's logo, they are all tax-free.

As a result, a new way of playing was born.

The source stones originally produced in Colombia or other places are brought to Bolivar, and then these things change from Colombian products that should be taxed to gifts from Bolivar.

The locals call this operation "crossing the water".

In this way, Colombian merchants coming to Bolivar to cross the water will have to pass through the coalition government, and the coalition government will be able to take this opportunity to make a lot of money. The Colombian Congress will also be able to save a large amount of financial appropriations that were originally intended for the coalition government next year.

why not.

Colombia's system is a parallel system in which each agency is in charge of its own affairs. The heads of various agencies are at the same level, so no one is afraid of anyone else. The head of Congress is no more senior than the director of the Tax Bureau, and they still have to sit at the same table to discuss matters.

As a result, those stingy people in the IRS never pay a penny out of their pockets, and never pay it to Congress.

So for Congress, it doesn't matter if these businessmen don't pay taxes to the tax bureau. Congress would rather all of them go to Bolivar to transfer their goods.

The more goods you bring across the water, the more money we'll have left over for next year.

The money evaded from tax is not mine.

But in the final analysis, the most critical person for the successful transportation of the goods is still the soldier in front of you.

"It's the same thing as last time. My wife is going to pass by here again. When the time comes..."

Seeing the lieutenant colonel raising his cigar, Fager immediately took out his gold lighter and lit it for him.

The red light flickered, and a puff of smoke was exhaled. Suddenly, the lieutenant colonel's face showed a look of embarrassment, even nine points of embarrassment.

"Well, well... your matter, we don't have to... have to be this or that...

But, but we still... still have to consider it... But don't worry, we are not going to do it, but then again, this, this..."

After listening to the guy's repetitive words, Fager understood.

Needless to say, this is another price increase.

A bastard who can never be fed.

After cursing, Fager smiled and took out a cigar box.

"I heard that you like to smoke cigars. This is a new product we just brought from Leitania."

Opening the lid, there were eight neatly rolled cigars in the box.

Although the packaging was quite exquisite and it did not look bad, it was ultimately just an ordinary cigar, no different from the one the lieutenant colonel had just smoked.

The lieutenant colonel reached out, picked up a cigarette and lit it.

After taking a look at the promissory note number exposed at the bottom of the box, the lieutenant colonel lit a cigar, took a puff, then smacked it in the ashtray. The expression on his face suddenly became happy, as if he was not the one who was struggling like he had no toilet paper.

"My brother, we are all pure Colombians from the north, how can we not help each other."

The lieutenant colonel put the cigar, from which the gold bars would be exposed when he took a puff, back into its box, and then put the box of cigars back into the two ridiculously large pockets of his military uniform and waved his hand.

"I promise that Madam's travel will be smooth sailing next month."

Fager nodded and turned to leave.

The moment they looked away, the smiles on their faces disappeared instantly.

Of course, the female companions around them have also gotten used to it.

Throughout the room, conversations like the one between the lieutenant and the tobacco merchant were repeated over and over again, except that the protagonists and the content of the conversations kept changing.

Businessmen and businessmen, the military and the military, local forces and local forces, the three are arranged and combined and take turns to appear on the stage.