Chapter 90: Chapter 86: Done with the trade? Time to pay taxes then!_2

All four of them were somewhat short in stature, with generally brown complexions, broad noses, thick lips, large eyes, and rounder faces—typical Mexican features.

Each of them had a pistol holstered around their waist.

[Name: Richardson Marcus.]

[Occupation: Mexico Gang Backbone.]

[Monthly Income: 100,000 US dollars.]

[Income Details: Gang dividends, drug transportation commissions...]

[More Details:...]

[Tax Due: 25,000 US dollars.]

...

[Name: Robin Zachary.]

[Occupation: Mexico Gang member.]

[Monthly Income: 30,000 US dollars.]

[Income Details: Gang dividends and commissions from transporting drugs...]

[More Details:...]

[Tax Due: 4,500 US dollars.]

...

[Name: Walsh Abraham.]

[Occupation: Mexico Gang member.]

[Monthly Income: 30,000 US dollars.]

[Income Details: Gang dividends and commissions from transporting drugs...]

[More Details:...]

[Tax Due: 4,500 US dollars.]

...

[Name: Warren...]

"Eh?"

From his concealed spot on the second floor, David, with his golden finger, had reviewed several individuals and confirmed that these men were indeed members of the Mexico Gang.

However, when he saw the fourth person, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Because this Warren was no stranger.

He was the very guy who had planned the Encar Casino armored car heist with Anthony and the others.

What a coincidence!

Meanwhile,

The man named Robin from the group below, after finishing a cigarette, cursed impatiently, "Those damn bastards under Dieter, always dilly-dallying and making us wait half an eternity!"

"Stop complaining, Robin, who made them our paymasters? Once we wrap up this deal, we might as well have a blast at his night club to get back at them!"

"You said it. He's got a few new girls at his places lately, and they're so stunning, you just want to stay there forever..."

"..."

But they quickly regained their senses.

"Trouble!"

The panicked four immediately drew their guns, and while shielding their eyes from the glare with one hand, tried to locate their adversaries with the other.

"You're surrounded, lay down your weapons now!"

David's voice, although unintended, only added to the chaos among the two groups.

Richardson's group fared better.

They were Dieter's men, and Dieter wielded power and influence in Las Vegas, so they were not overly concerned about arrest.

After all, they believed that even if they were caught, Dieter would have ways to bail them out.

But it was different for the members of the Mexico Gang.

Drug traffickers live on the edge, and most of them did not have legal status in America, so an arrest would likely mean a long stint in prison.

Therefore, overwhelmed by panic and fear, a man named Robin blindly fired several shots towards the second floor.

"Give them a taste of our strength!"

David knew that without showing their strength, they couldn't intimidate the men.

'Ratatatat...'

Buckyni and the others sprayed bullets around the perimeter where the two groups were positioned.

This forced both parties to retreat behind their cars, hoping to use them as cover.

However, they were in the center of the area.

With David's men positioned in all four directions, how could they possibly hide?

The powerful barrage from Buckyni and his comrades continued to hammer down near Dieter's and the Mexico Gang's men, forcing them to cower and scramble for cover.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot!"

Witnessing such overwhelming firepower, Baldwin realized that resisting would mean certain death and hastily ordered his agitated subordinates to hold their fire.

However, the Mexico Gang members were beyond such considerations.

Knowing that not fighting back would certainly lead to prison, while resistance could offer a sliver of hope, Richardson raised his hand, preparing to order a counter-attack.

But before he could give the command, he was interrupted by Baldwin, not far away.

"Richardson, don't shoot, we're in the Lake District, and Dieter still has clout here!"

The subtext of his words was that if you start shooting, the guys upstairs might just take us all out. The opposition's firepower is so fierce, we could all be done for.

If we don't shoot and surrender, Dieter will be able to get us out later!

Upon hearing that, Richardson weighed his options. The display of firepower clearly indicated many adversaries, all armed with rifles and heavy weaponry.

Forget those movie heroes, who can wipe out an army with just a pistol.

That's just an exaggeration for cinematic effect.

Realistically, even the best Special Forces operatives would have slim chances, maybe 20% at best, facing rifles with just a handgun.

After due consideration, Richardson decided against a counterattack.

Dieter had significant influence in Las Vegas, and since they were partners and now caught together,

surely he wouldn't abandon them, would he?

Upstairs, seeing both groups subdued, David shouted, "We don't want to kill you, toss your guns aside, let's have a proper talk!"