American tax officials

Chapter 107 Preparing Weapons, Ready to Deal with the IRS

Indian Reservation, first entrance to the western section.

"Hey, Dijour, I heard Sitch's place recently got a bunch of girls. How's the quality?"

"It's alright, the quality of these girls is not bad, but this old guy's fees are too high. I have to talk to the chief and the others about it when I have time. On our turf, we should get a discount!"

"A discount? They already paid for it..."

The Indian guard stationed here was discussing something with lewd grins on their faces.

But not long after, a roaring sound coming from the road not far away made the group of guards stop talking and turn to look.

They would have been better off not looking, because when they saw the armed personnel in each vehicle, they were instantly terrified.

But soon, the captain of the guard team realized what was happening and said angrily, "Who's got a death wish, daring to cause trouble on our reserved land!"

Although he saw it, the vehicles were filled with heavily armed personnel.

But he wasn't afraid at all.

Because he was backed by an Indian tribe, he could call out and other support teams would come to his aid instantly!

"Team... Captain, this looks like an IRS vehicle..."

At this moment, another member of the guard seemed to have noticed something amiss, and said these words with a trembling voice.

Upon hearing that they were from the IRS, the guards, who had initially intended to teach these arrogant newcomers a lesson, immediately froze.

Dieter's affair has become such a big deal that it's not just a topic of conversation among them, but has now become the talk of the town among the entire Native American tribe.

Through this incident, the entire Native American tribe realized that the IRS were not to be trifled with.

And now, the IRS personnel have come here fully armed. What does that mean?

Needless to say, they're definitely here for Dieter!

Before I knew it, the convoy had arrived at the entrance.

The car door opened, and David, who was in the lead, stepped out first, followed closely by Buckinson and the others. Then, the group went to greet the guards.

"Don't panic, stay calm, and don't the hell fire a single shot without my order!"

Seeing his men's index fingers tightly gripping the triggers, looking tense, the captain of the guard team quickly gave them a reminder.

Dieter was the nephew of their tribal chief, but after offending the IRS, he could only flee back to the reservation like a stray dog.

These people were merely the tribe's guards; if they clashed with the tax authorities, they would certainly be in deep trouble.

"I'm David, the tax chief of the IRS Lake District!"

The guard captain glanced at the tax badge David displayed and replied, "I am Mitchell, the guard captain at the West Entrance. Chief Tax Officer David, is there anything I can do for your IRS?"

"We're investigating a case, and the mastermind behind it is said to have entered your reserve. We need to go in and investigate!"

Mitchell frowned slightly, then replied, "Chief Tax Officer David, according to U.S. federal law, no law enforcement agency may enforce the law on our reservation without special permission, so I apologize!"

David wasn't surprised by the other person's words and immediately replied, "According to the Black Tax Act passed by Congress on the 3rd of last month, the IRS has full investigative authority over any person or case involving illegal income. If you don't understand, go ask your tribe's lawyer!"

Mitchell paused, then replied, "I'm sorry, Tax Chief David, we don't have the person you're looking for here!"

"What did you say?!"

Seeing Mitchell's shameless behavior, Buckinison and the others behind David couldn't hold back and took a step forward, guns in hand.

The Indian guards, already on edge, became even more tense, but their confidence was somewhat lacking due to the enemy's full weaponry and their own single revolver.

David raised his hand, signaling everyone not to act rashly, then walked to within a meter of Mitchell, looked him directly in the eye, and said, "This isn't something you can decide. Now, inform your chief and tell him that the IRS is here!"

Seeing David's hostile attitude, as if he would immediately turn hostile if refused, Mitchell, a mere captain of the guard, dared not continue to resist and could only walk into the guard post and pick up the phone.

Meanwhile, in the home of an Indian chief.

"Chief, the IRS, fully armed, are at the entrance to our reservation!"

Garr, who was still playing with his grandson, couldn't help but change his expression upon hearing this.

He knew that the IRS would come knocking on his door sooner or later.

He had already prepared himself mentally.

But to his surprise, the IRS didn't even give him a formal notice; they just sent in the armed forces.

Although it is unknown exactly how powerful the IRS's armed forces are, judging from the tone of Representative Strong's previous remarks, they are said to be no less powerful than the U.S. military.

If they were to cause trouble in his reservation, would he still have the right to be a chief?

"Chief?"

Hearing the newcomer's reminder, Garr finally snapped out of his daze and hurriedly asked, "How many of them are there? Do they have heavy weapons?"

"According to the security team, there are about 6 to 70 people who arrived, all by car!"

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Garl pondered for a moment, then his expression relaxed.

There were only 60-70 people, and they even drove here. That probably wasn't the IRS's actual armed force; it was likely just the bureau's inspectors who had been armed.

In that case, there's not too much to worry about.

"Where are Twen, Wilfred, and the others?"

"They...they're receiving goods at the warehouse..."

When talking about receiving the goods, the young Native American man sounded somewhat unnatural.

"What goods are you accepting? Tell them to come see me immediately!"

The IRS agents arrived fully armed, clearly there for Dieter. He wanted to gather these tribal leaders to see how to deal with the situation.

About 1 kilometer from the chief’s house, in a warehouse.

Two trucks were parked there, and a dozen or so young Indian men were carrying boxes of sealed items out of the truck beds and pushing them into the warehouse.

In the warehouse's rest area, a man with slicked-back hair and sunglasses was sitting with his legs crossed, drinking a type of Native American tea.

Opposite him sat Twen and a square-faced Native American man.

Two or three minutes later, an Indian man came over and said to Twen, "The number is correct!"

Twen nodded, then took out a check, wrote down the amount of $500 million, tore it off, and handed it to the man opposite him.

The man took it, glanced at it, and put it in his inner pocket. Then he stood up, extended his hand to Twen, and said, "Mr. Twen, if you need anything like this in the future, feel free to contact us. Aside from strategic weapons like aircraft carriers, nuclear submarines, F-35s, F-16s, and Apaches… that we can't get, I can get you anything else as long as the money's right!"

Twen nodded and replied, "Give my regards to Mr. Gabrielles."

"Definitely, I'm off now!"

After saying that, the man turned and left.

The square-faced Native American man next to Twen asked with a hint of unease, "Twen, are you really going to go against the IRS by buying so much weaponry? Congressman Strong has already made it very clear that the IRS's armed forces are no joke, especially ours..."

The man originally wanted to say something like "rotten fish and shrimp," but considering that it would be an insult to the tribal warriors, he could only swallow his words.

Despite the fact that the U.S. government granted Native Americans many privileges as compensation for history,

But in reality, the United States is very wary of them.

For example, Native Americans had no access to military academies like West Point to receive professional military training.

The tribe's weapons and equipment were also strictly restricted, resulting in them having virtually no heavy weapons.

Even if they now purchase this batch of elite weapons and equipment, as well as some heavy weapons, from arms dealers.

But if the tribe's untrained young men and guards were to fight against the IRS's elite armed forces, they would be doomed to be utterly thrashed.

"Don't worry so much about Wilfred. This is just a precaution, and the weapons may not even be used. They're more for intimidation and to increase our bargaining power!"

Although Twen wanted to protect his son, he had no intention of fighting the IRS to the bitter end.

As he said, he was simply trying to increase his bargaining power.

If a conflict were to actually break out with the IRS armed forces, having these weapons and equipment would at least make the IRS wary.

But without these, we might really be at the mercy of others!

"Well...shouldn't we tell the chief?"

"No need, he already has enough on his plate, don't bother him with this..."

Just as the two were still talking, the young man who had reported to Gar earlier rushed in, panting, and said, "The IRS people are at the entrance to our reserve. The chief wants you to see him!"

Upon hearing that the IRS personnel had arrived, the two men's expressions changed instantly, but they quickly recovered and hurriedly went out and got into the car.

When the two arrived at the chief's house hall, apart from Gar himself, the rest of the tribe's high-ranking members had already arrived.

Seeing the two who arrived late, Gar was furious and demanded, "Where have you two been?"

Twen felt a little guilty, but still replied, "I... went to receive some goods being transported to the tribe."

Since he was his brother, Garr couldn't afford to lash out too much. He could only get back to the main topic and say, "The IRS people came fully armed, and they were personally led by Tax Chief David. According to the guards, they seemed prepared to use force immediately if they couldn't get in. What do you think?"

"The IRS has no right to enforce the law on our reservation!"

"Hmph, they dare to come fully armed to our reserve. If our fellow tribesmen from other tribes find out, where will we put our faces?"

"..."

Native Americans were accustomed to ruling and dominating their own reservations.

Even though they knew how powerful the IRS was, seeing the IRS, fully armed, dare to come to their doorstep and act so brazenly still made them feel seriously provoked.

Garr frowned slightly and replied, "I called you here to discuss countermeasures, not to complain. Right now, it's just David leading the team. Once their armed forces arrive, things won't be so easy!"

The room fell silent the moment those words were spoken.

Clearly, the words "IRS Armed Forces" still frighten them.

After a moment, a high-ranking member of the tribe suggested, "In that case, let's let him in to talk. They haven't shown any intention of deploying armed forces, which proves they also want to negotiate!"

"That's right. David probably doesn't want to use force and wants to negotiate. Let him in. Our tribe doesn't have much, but we have plenty of money and beautiful women. As long as he's willing to talk, we'll let him choose how much money he wants and what kind of women he wants. I don't believe a tax chief from the IRS has to be so dutiful!"

"I agree with Raman. Don't be fooled by David not taking money in the Lake District; that's the Lake District, where the IRS is monitoring him. But now, in our reservation, no one can monitor us. We're all human, and we all have desires. Unless he's a saint, whatever he wants, our tribe can definitely satisfy him. Once he's had his fun, this matter might be forgotten!"

After listening to the solutions proposed by these people, Garr was quite satisfied with them.

Modern Americans live in big cities and are used to all kinds of glitz and glamour, but they rarely get to see their Native American tribes and their almost primitive "native culture".

This is why city dwellers are instantly captivated once they enter their tribe and experience its various "games".

Well, David... he's still a young man.

Young people, unless they are saints or eunuchs, are bound to be unable to resist the allure of various desires, which is quite normal!

Thinking of this, Garr looked at Wifuled and instructed, "Wifuled, go to the western entrance yourself and bring David in. After that, show him around our tribe and make proper 'arrangements' for him!"

As an elder of their tribe, Wifuled was given considerable respect by personally greeting Garr in his presence.

"I?"

Wifley pointed to his nose, feeling somewhat distressed.

He had just received a batch of weapons from Twen, intending to deal with armed law enforcement from the IRS at any time, and now he had to act as a "greeter," which made him somewhat uneasy.

"What, you don't want to?"

"No, no, Chief, of course I'm willing, I'll go right now..."

"etc……"

Just as Wipoled was about to turn and leave, an elder sitting nearby remembered something and interrupted, "There are too many of them, and they're all fully armed. Letting them in will affect our business!"

(End of this chapter)