American tax officials

Chapter 10: If you're missing anything, just go and get it.

"What, you don't want to?"

"Yes, yes, as long as you two gentlemen don't hold my mistakes against me, I'm willing to do anything!"

When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

Seedorf was too preoccupied with other matters to worry about now; his priority was self-preservation.

It's not right for me to die rather than my fellow Daoist.

Following Seedorf's footsteps, David and Nixon walked along the road until they entered a narrow alley. At the end of the alley, they saw an old residential building.

"He's up there!"

David nodded slightly, indicating that he would continue leading the way.

The three of them went up the stairs. The corridor was dark and quiet, with only the occasional footsteps and the sound of doors opening and closing breaking the tranquility.

Before long, Seedorf led the two to a door on the fourth floor, where they could hear a series of discussions coming from inside.

"It's a no-go zone at Caesars Palace Shopping Center. They've hired a lot of security lately, making it very difficult to break in!"

"We can't go to Crystal Shopping Street either. Those damn white guys are getting smarter and smarter. They've set up security right outside the stores. We're discovered before we even make a move!"

"Security at Decathlon Department Store hasn't been increased, but it's too close to the police station, so the risk is a bit high..."

The room was cluttered with various items, including old newspapers, magazines, empty beverage bottles, and half-eaten fast food containers. Clothes, toys, and some unidentified objects were scattered on the floor, making it almost impossible to walk.

On the sofa, several people were talking. They seemed oblivious to their surroundings or had become accustomed to this lifestyle. They spoke loudly, as if they didn't care if others could hear them.

"Overall, it's easier to succeed at Decathlon Department Store. Although it's closer to the police station, as long as everyone does what they did before and the amount doesn't exceed the limit, then there's no problem!"

After listening to the analysis of the others, a mature-looking black man sitting by the window spoke in a deep voice.

Upon hearing his words, none of the people present showed any objection, clearly acknowledging his statement.

"As usual, let's all share our needs!"

The mature-looking Black man continued speaking.

"It's winter now, and the weather is getting colder and colder. My house needs an air conditioner!"

"My son was just born, and I'd like some better quality formula..."

"Just as Viktor said, the weather is getting colder, and I'm short of clothes at home. I need some warm clothes..."

"My family is missing a washing machine..."

The conversation among the Black men left David and Nissen, who were still standing outside listening, speechless.

It seems these black people treat major shopping malls like their own backyard, going there to buy whatever they need.

David lost patience and gave Seedorf a wink.

Although Seedorf was very reluctant, he could only reach out and knock on the door.

"Who is it!"

"It's me, Seedorf!"

Upon hearing Seedorf's name, the person inside showed no suspicion and immediately opened the door.

Upon seeing that there was more than just Seedorf at the door, the black man immediately asked warily, "Seedorf, who are these two guys?!"

"this……"

Seedorf shrank back and subconsciously looked at David.

"IRS inspectors!"

Seeing the tax badge David displayed, the black man who opened the door seemed somewhat taken aback, not quite understanding why the IRS had come to see them.

"What, aren't you welcoming us?"

"No, no, no, please come in!"

Although he didn't know the situation, the black man didn't dare offend the IRS staff, so he quickly invited David and Nissen inside.

And then they saw them come in.

The group of Black people who were still discussing the matter suddenly turned their curious and questioning gazes toward them.

[Name: Osborne Marlowe]

[Occupation: Leader of a zero-dollar purchase organization.]

Monthly income: $9100.

[Income Details: On December 9th, participated in the robbery of an iPhone store in Crystal Mall, obtaining an iPhone 12 Pro for a profit of $800; on December 23rd, participated in the robbery of a Nike store in Macy's, profiting $400...]

[More details...]

Tax payable: US$910.

……

Name: Augusto Deitch.

[Occupation: Zero-dollar shopping enthusiast.]

Monthly income: $4800.

[Income Details: On December 9th, participated in the robbery of an iPhone store in Crystal Mall, obtaining an iPhone 12 Pro for a profit of $550; on December 23rd, participated in the robbery of a Nike store in Macy's, profiting $200...]

[More details...]

Tax payable: US$480.

……

[Name: Baron Dominic]

[Occupation: Zero-dollar shopping enthusiast.]

Monthly income: $5000.

[Detailed income breakdown: On December 9th, participated in the robbery of an iPhone store in Crystal Mall, obtaining an iPad Air 4 and making a profit of $500; on December 23rd, participated in the robbery of a Nike store in Macy's, making a profit of $400...]

[More details...]

Tax payable: US$500.

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While these people were sizing him up, David also used his cheat code to examine them. As expected, everyone present was a key member of the zero-yuan purchase group.

What made him feel slightly unbalanced was that he was a legitimate civil servant, and his monthly salary was only around 7 or 8000 US dollars.

Of the men present, aside from their leader Osborn, some of the other members had already earned more than him.

This truly proves the saying: "Murderers and arsonists wear golden belts!"

"Doku, who are these two...?"

"These two are IRS inspectors!"

Upon hearing that it was the IRS, the previously curious and wary Black people instantly tensed up, and many of them started racking their brains, trying to come up with any tax-related questions.

But soon, many people relaxed.

Most of those present were unemployed, so naturally they had no tax-related issues.

In that case...

Either the IRS made a mistake, or they came looking for one of the few employed colleagues present.

Perhaps these colleagues who have jobs overlooked some tax issues.

"Gentlemen inspectors, what brings you here to ask us?"

Osborne, who was sitting alone to one side, walked over, extending his right hand as he tried to understand why.

However, David ignored him and walked to the seat he had been sitting in, plopped down, acting as if he were no stranger to the group.

Seeing this, Osborne frowned. The IRS inspectors were being so disrespectful; things seemed to be more complicated than they appeared!

(End of this chapter)