American tax officials

Chapter 108 The Terrifying Nature of Indian Tribes

Garr thought about it and realized it made sense; there were all sorts of people engaged in illegal trade within their reservation.

If these people saw the IRS fully armed storming in, wouldn't that mean the shelter provided by their Native American tribe wasn't absolutely safe?

Thinking of this, he immediately ordered, "Williams, go and have a good talk with him. Try to get them to leave the main force outside and come in discreetly!"

"Yes."

……

West entrance.

The group had been waiting for quite some time, and many inspectors were starting to get impatient.

But just then, they suddenly saw two trucks and a Mercedes G-Class drive out of the reservation, which instantly caught their attention.

"Mr. Kane, there seem to be a lot of armed men at the entrance ahead..."

Inside the G-Class driving ahead sat the man who had just finished trading arms with Twen. The one speaking now was the driver.

Upon hearing this, the man in the back seat, who was called Kane, immediately rolled down the car window and stuck his head out to look ahead.

really……

Just as the driver said, there were indeed dozens of armed men ahead.

"Mr. Kane, he looks like he's from the IRS..."

"People from the IRS!"

Kane's heart skipped a beat at the driver's words. Although he wasn't in the Lake District, he had heard about how big Dieter's situation had become.

These armed IRS agents must be here to arrest Dieter...

Thinking of this, Kane felt much more at ease and said, "Ignore them, let's go!"

As they were talking, the two began to meet.

David originally wanted to wave to signal the vehicles that had been given way to make way, but when he saw the information presented by the man inside through the windshield, he was stunned for a moment.

[Name: Kane Darnell]

Occupation: Arms dealer.

Monthly income: US$230 million.

[Income Details: December 7th, provided a batch of weapons to the Mexican gang, received a commission of $400,000; December 19th, provided a batch of weapons to the Greater City Mafia, received a commission of $300,000...]

[More details: ...]

Tax payable: 910800.

"What a coincidence..."

David never expected that his trip to the reservation today would lead him to run into a high-ranking member of the major street arms case.

And this Kane Darneja is none other than the younger brother of Gabrielles, the head of the arms cartel!

and many more……

According to the information provided by Golden Finger, Kane is here today to conduct an arms deal with a high-ranking member of an Indian tribe.

Why are these high-ranking Native American officials buying so much weaponry at this critical juncture?

Is it to fight against their IRS?

If that's the case, then these Native Americans are really courting death!

Do they really think that the few broken guns and cannons they bought can pose a threat to the IRS's F-35, F-16 fighter jets, and Apache attack helicopters?

But that doesn't quite make sense either.

According to their IRS records, the tribe's chief, Gar Omaha, was not a particularly incompetent chief.

This chief should be well aware of the impact that a war with the IRS would have on their tribe.

According to the information that Golden Finger obtained from Kane, this matter really does seem to have nothing to do with the chief.

In other words, someone else purchased the weapons?

Or perhaps... it's the chief's brother, Twen Omaha.

According to available information, Twen Omaha is Dieter's father and shares the same arrogant personality as Dieter.

This also led to his defeat to his brother when he was vying for the chieftainship.

And in this tribe, it seems that only Twen would dare to do such a thing behind Gar's back!

In an instant, David had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on based on the information he had received.

"Hey guys, could you let me through?"

At this moment, the large G-Wagon had arrived in front of David and his group. Since David did not give way, Nissen and the others did not make way without his permission.

David thought for a moment, then waved to the crowd behind him, signaling them to disperse.

His purpose in coming today was mainly to investigate the scale of illegal transactions within this tribe.

Another tactic was to force Gar to hand over Dieter.

As for this arms case, let's wait until this case is closed before investigating it further!

As the inspectors dispersed to the sides, the G-Class and the two trucks behind it were able to pass smoothly.

Just as everyone watched the three cars leave, they noticed that a convertible jeep had driven into the reserve.

Besides the young Indian man driving, the only other person in the car was Wife Lied.

[Name: Wilfred Lennon]

[Occupation: Native American tribal elder.]

Monthly income: $300 million in legal income, $80 million in illegal income.

[Income Details: Earned through tribe dividends...]

[More details: ...]

Tax payable: US$316800.

After reviewing the information about this Native American elder, David was somewhat taken aback.

Over this long period of time, the criminals he investigated, whether they were corrupt officials or those who accepted bribes, all had illicit income far exceeding their legal income.

But this Native American tribal elder is an exception.

However, after thinking about it carefully, David quickly understood.

Under U.S. federal law, Native Americans not only had the right to run casinos, but they were also exempt from paying taxes.

Casinos, no matter where they are, are always one of the most profitable businesses.

This explains why the legitimate income of this Native American elder far exceeds his illicit income.

Thinking about this, David suddenly felt a sense of imbalance.

In the United States, everyone has to pay taxes, but Native Americans are an exception to this policy.

If they didn't have this policy, this elder alone would have to pay nearly $120 million in taxes to their IRS.

Including the other elders, key members, and even the chiefs of the tribe, they can conservatively estimate that they receive tens of millions every month!

Fortunately, the enactment of the tax reform bill has at least given the IRS the authority to siphon some money off these individuals!

"Tax Chief David, is that right? I am the elder of this tribe, my name is Wifuled."

Wifley got out of the car and introduced himself.

David collected his thoughts and asked, "So, Elder Wilfred, are you trying to stop our IRS from enforcing the law on the reservation?"

Willard shook his finger and replied, "No, Chief Tax Collector David, you can go in, but there are many people 'doing business' within our reservation, so you can't send in so many people, nor can you go in fully armed. I hope you can understand!"

David thought for a moment.

Today, he brought about 70 armed inspectors, in addition to civilian inspectors such as Serena.

Their entry was indeed too conspicuous and also hindered his investigation into the tribe's illegal activities.

It would be better to let most people stay here.

With so many armed inspectors here, the Indian tribes shouldn't dare to cause trouble, unless Chief Nagar has really gone mad!

Thinking of this, he agreed, "Sure, can I bring a few people in?"

Wilfred's expression relaxed, and he nodded, saying, "Of course..."

David turned his head, but before he could even begin counting the men, Nissen leaned in and whispered, "Tax Chief, this Indian reservation isn't an ordinary place. We need to be careful..."

"Don't worry, they won't dare do anything, Bucky, and..."

Besides Bucky and Nissen, David selected three more people. One of them was from the National Guard, and the other two were inspectors from the Coast Guard. They were all top-notch.

Then he instructed Simmons, "Have everyone stay alert. If anything happens inside, don't hesitate, just rush in. Understand?"

Although he felt that Garr wouldn't dare to do anything to them, it was still necessary to take precautions.

"clear!"

After explaining everything, David was about to get into the car when Wilfred suddenly said, "Chief Tax Officer David, I think you've probably never been to our Indian reservation before. Why don't you ride in my car? I'll show you around and let you experience the local culture of our Indian tribe!"

David was just looking for an excuse to wander around the tribe when Wilfred unexpectedly provided one. While secretly pleased, he feigned interest and agreed, "Indeed, this is my first time in an Indian reservation. Let's look around!"

Wilfred, who had been somewhat worried, was overjoyed when he heard David agree so easily.

As long as David has something that interests him, his Native American tribe will naturally have a way to break through!

And so, Wifred led David into the convertible jeep, followed by another car carrying Nixon Bucky and the others, and the two cars drove into the reservation.

As David passed through nearly 1 kilometer of uninhabited area, the situation of this tribe quickly came into view.

Although there are no skyscrapers or bustling city scenes here, there is also no sense of backwardness or primitiveness that comes with a tribe.

On the contrary, it's unusually lively here.

Not only are there tourists from all over the world, but there are also traditional markets where Native American vendors dressed in traditional tribal clothing sell all kinds of local specialties produced within the reservation, such as stones, animal bones, tea, and coffee.

"This is just the outer area. My inner area is not open to the general public. Come on, I'll take you inside to see Chief Tax Officer David..."

Guided by Wifley, the vehicle traveled for another 7 or 8 minutes before arriving at a fenced-off grassland area.

As you can see, there are several tents supported by tall canvases in the grassland, as well as rows of traditional Native American buildings made of wood.

Once the vehicle came to a stop, the guards stationed there immediately surrounded it. When they saw that it was Wife Lied, they immediately bowed in the Indian tradition.

"Come down, Tax Chief David, I'll show you inside!"

Willard led David inside, and once inside the area, a glint suddenly appeared in David's eyes.

[Name: Thompson Benn]

Occupation: Drug dealer.

Monthly income: US$44 million.

[Income details: Proceeds from the sale of contraband within Indian reservations...]

[More details: ...]

Tax payable: US$134640.

……

[Name: James Lev]

Occupation: Loan shark.

Monthly income: US$48 million.

[Income details: Proceeds from illegal lending within Indian reservations...]

[More details: ...]

Tax payable: US$150480.

……

[Name: Kitty Morgan]

Occupation: Human trafficker.

Monthly income: US$63 million.

[Income details: Profits obtained through trafficking girls from various regions to reservations...]

[More details: ...]

Tax payable: US$249480.

……

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David had already anticipated that illegal trade would be rampant within the Indian reservation when he arrived.

But I didn't expect that I had underestimated it.

He walked in and in no time he saw several fat sheep that would be hard to find even if they tried to find them in their lake area.

Even with such a limited glimpse, if we were to truly investigate and confiscate all the illegal proceeds from this Native American reservation, the amount of tax we could collect each month would undoubtedly be an astronomical figure!

This trip was definitely worth it!

"Chief Tax Officer David, this is one of our tribe's casinos. Don't let its lack of grandeur or magnificence fool you; I guarantee its foot traffic is just as high. Come, let me show you inside!"

David followed Willard inside, and just as he had said, David had been to many casinos in Las Vegas, but none of the casinos in the city had the same number of customers as the Indian Casino he was now visiting.

But he soon figured it out.

In Las Vegas, gamblers have to pay taxes if they win money. Native Americans have their own tax policies, so if you win money here, you might have to pay taxes to them, but it certainly won't be more than what they pay to the IRS!

Therefore, most gamblers naturally prefer to gamble here.

"How about it, Tax Chief David? Want to play a game? Here, give Tax Chief David a million chips..."

"No need, I have official business to attend to, it's inconvenient for me!"

Before Wilfred could finish speaking, David interrupted him abruptly.

Willard was taken aback at first, then said, "Chief Tax Collector David, this is our reserve land. Play as you please. This million is a gift for you to play with. Whatever you win, you can take it; if you lose, it's on us!"

He heeded the words of Gar and the other elders and did everything he could to please David.

"No thanks, I'm not interested in gambling!"

Seeing David's resolute tone, Willard was somewhat disappointed, but he quickly remembered something and said with a bright smile, "Since you're not interested in gambling, then Chief Tax Officer David, I'll take you to a fun place!"

David looked slightly puzzled: "A fun place?"

"Yes, I guarantee you, this is absolutely paradise for all the men in Las Vegas, something you can only experience here in our tribe!"

Willard gave David a knowing look, then turned and led the way.

David's interest was piqued by the other person's words: a paradise for all men?

He wanted to see what this so-called paradise was all about!

Of course, curiosity aside, his main purpose was to investigate this place and see what kind of illegal transactions might be taking place here!

I have a feeling that you guys will definitely criticize me for padding this chapter again. It is a bit padded, but it's all for the sake of setting the stage, because the biggest climax of this book is about to come, and it's guaranteed to be explosive!

(End of this chapter)