R0 sales pitch

"Hey, how about you let me make the sales pitch? I am the CEO of a trillion-dollar business."

Chuuya did not want Hale to make the sales pitch.

[...]

Saxton Hale was performing the pitch.

"Now, you could let this worthless piece of paper point your moral compass for you," said Hale, stabbing his finger at the Skilled Business Permit, "Or you could trade it in for something far more valuable: money! Those pea-shooters you call 'firearms' wouldn't even put a dent on me! These things are only good for shooting dogs and unarmed civilians! Is that what people think when they think of the police? What this country needs is a good strong influx of Mann Co. weapons. Weapons so deadly they'll kill things they aren't even aimed at! I'm talking snipers, shotguns, sandviches, and samurai swords here! I can give you an exclusive contract for 40 million yen and all crime being legal."

Chuuya tugged the brim of his hat down over his eyes. "Just the Port Mafia. We want a monopoly on crime here. That's why we don't get wannabe gangsters in Yokohama."

The officer subtly shifted his gaze past Hale, and Chuuya, and caught the eye of a coworker. From them, to the two men, sending the psychic message: Backup needed.