American tax officials

Chapter 109 The Eve of the Storm

Wilfred led David and the others out of the casino's back door, walked about 100 meters, and arrived at an entrance with a sign that read "Indian Street".

The entrance saw a significant flow of people, but those entering and exiting exhibited polarized behaviors.

Those who entered had faces full of anticipation and eager longing.

The men who came out looked listless, their eyes dull, as if they had been hollowed out inside.

"Let's go in, Chief Tax Officer David!"

Led by Wilfred, David went inside and was greeted by a sea of ​​flowers.

But even more striking than the sea of ​​flowers is the way everything here appears to be in a state of natural simplicity. People seem to forget all moral and worldly norms here, and all sorts of ways blend together (a lot of details omitted here).

After half an hour.

The group strolled from one end of the street to the other.

Seeing the astonished expressions on David's and the others' faces, Willard said smugly, "So, Chief Tax Officer David, dare you say this isn't a man's paradise?"

David didn't answer, but he was truly amazed by the Native American-style street.

He even dared to guarantee that even the most prosperous DG Street in China back then would never have had as many tricks up its sleeve as this place!

Here, there's nothing you can't do, only things you haven't thought of. In fact, because there are no laws to restrain you, you can do anything and dare to do anything here!

A paradise for men, it certainly deserves that title!

Lost in thought, at that moment, a young Native American man walked up to Wipford and whispered a few words to him.

Willard nodded and beckoned to David and the others, saying, "Chief Tax Collector David, please come this way!"

He led David and the others a few hundred meters forward to a tent, then lifted the tent flap and said, "Tax Chief David, this is your first time visiting our tribe. Our custom is to treat guests with small gifts."

"A small gift?"

David pondered for a moment, then walked over, wanting to see what other tricks this guy could pull.

Soon, David and his companions entered the tent.

But when he saw the pile of items in the middle of the tent, he and the others behind him, including Nixon Bucky, were all shocked.

It was a pile of neatly stacked banknotes, like a small hill. They couldn't estimate the exact amount, but it was definitely between 2 and 3000 million!

At this moment, a thought couldn't help but arise in everyone's mind: this Native American tribe is really rich!

"Elder Wipoled, what do you mean by this?"

David was the first to react and turned to question him.

With a smile, Willard replied, "It's just a small gift. Chief Tax Officer David, you and your brothers can take as much as you want... Oh, right, clap clap."

Finally, Wipoled seemed to remember something and clapped his hands.

The next second, the tent flap was lifted, and women walked in. They all looked somewhat wooden, but their movements were very proper, like animals in a zoo that had been trained countless times by their trainers.

In no time, all 10 women had entered and lined up in front of David and the others.

David carefully examined the women and found that although they were well-developed, their faces and skin were very youthful. He guessed that their real age was around 16 or 17 years old.

"Tax Chief David, these are some of the finest new arrivals in our tribe, and they're all females. If you like them..."

Wilfred did not continue, but his meaning was already clear.

David ignored him, walked up to a tall, fair-skinned girl, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Caroline, sir!"

The girl named Caroline raised her chin slightly to allow David to observe his features more closely, but she didn't dare to look him in the eye. Clearly, this posture was specially trained.

How old are you?

"15".

"Where are you from?"

Philadelphia...

Why did you come here?

"this……"

Caroline lowered her head, a hint of pain flashing in her eyes, but then she seemed to remember something terrible, and tried to straighten her posture, raising her head slightly.

David had now confirmed it.

While he was shopping just now, he used his cheat code to spot several human traffickers.

These girls were probably kidnapped by human traffickers and forcibly sold here.

The fate of these girls, once they arrived in this lawless reserve, is predictable.

The crucial point is that these girls are only 15 or 16 years old, and they are still of school age!

David felt increasingly disgusted by these human traffickers and the man before him, Wilfred, and turned to question him, "Elder Wilfred, what do you mean by this?"

"It's nothing special, just a small gift. If Tax Chief David doesn't like it, I'll have someone send another batch..."

Wilfred thought David hadn't taken a liking to him, and hurriedly called his men to find someone else.

But before he could speak, David interrupted, "No need, take me to see your chief!"

He had already investigated the illegal trade activities of the Native American tribes quite thoroughly, and after stumbling upon this incident, he had no desire to linger any longer.

Although I feel some sympathy for these girls' plight, there's nothing I can do. The IRS is only responsible for tax matters; they have no authority over illegal and criminal activities.

"what?"

Wilfred was somewhat bewildered and quickly asked, "Then, Chief Tax Officer David, these..."

"I said, take me to see your chief!"

"Well... okay..."

Wilfred was truly surprised. He had laid so much groundwork beforehand, thinking that David would finally understand, but things didn't go as planned.

But there was nothing he could do. David had already used such a tough attitude and tone, so he didn't dare to say anything more and could only do as he was told.

Meanwhile, at Garr's residence.

"What did you say? Got it!"

Garr put down the phone, his face grim, then looked at everyone and said, "The IRS is coming!"

Upon hearing this, all the elders frowned.

From Garr's expression, they could tell that, most likely, Wilfred's side had failed to deal with David!

It's anyone's guess what kind of bloody battle will unfold between the two sides once David arrives here.

Lost in thought, half an hour passed.

At that moment, a young Native American man walked in and said, "Chief, Elder Wipford has arrived with the IRS."

"Let them in!"

"Yes."

David and his group were soon brought in.

[Name: Gar Omaha]

[Occupation: Native American tribal chief.]

Monthly income: $1200 USD from legal income, $750 USD from illegal income.

[Income details: Earned through commissions from ruling and protecting tribal outlaws...]

[More details: ...]

Tax payable: US$2970000.

……

Name: Antoinette Lance.

[Occupation: Native American tribal elder.]

Monthly income: $360 million in legal income, $130 million in illegal income.

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

[More details: ...]

Tax payable: US$514800.

……

[Name: Langmann Fitzgerald]

[Occupation: Native American tribal elder.]

Monthly income: $350 million in legal income, $140 million in illegal income.

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

[More details: ...]

Tax payable: US$554400.

……

Although he had already expected it, David still couldn't help but be a little surprised after examining the income of Chief Gar and the other elders.

Chief Gar alone earns a staggering $750 million in illegal income each month, with taxes amounting to nearly $300 million.

The other elders' illegal income also requires them to pay taxes starting from hundreds of thousands.

If he could acquire them all, David roughly estimated it would be at least $800 million.

In addition, if he successfully collects all the taxes owed by the Indian tribe and other illegal businessmen doing business here, he might just be the one to top the tax revenue rankings this assessment period!

This is Las Vegas, you know.

If he, the tax chief of the Lake District, topped the tax performance list, what kind of sensation would that cause?

"Chief Tax Officer David, welcome to our tribe from the IRS. How is the scenery in our tribe? Isn't it beautiful?"

Just as David was still lost in thought about the taxes, Garr's words interrupted his thoughts.

David replied, "Indeed, Chief Gar. Your tribe's planning is excellent; even compared to our Lake District, it's not much worse!"

"From now on, Chief Tax Officer David, you are always welcome to visit our tribe. We will always treat you as our most honored guest!"

Garr's words already made his meaning quite clear.

As long as you don't mess with us, our Native American tribe will treat you as an honored guest from now on, and you can ask us for anything!

David replied expressionlessly, "We can discuss the matter of being guests later, Chief Gar. Do you know why our tax bureau is here? Hand the people over to us, and we'll leave without harming a single plant or flower in your tribe!"

Upon hearing this, Gar and the other elders sitting down immediately turned pale, and the atmosphere at the scene instantly froze.

What was the purpose of all this?

Isn't it all just to downplay this issue and make it disappear?

They've already lowered their stance so much, yet David still insists on sticking to his guns. Isn't that going too far?

Twen, increasingly annoyed, said with a hint of displeasure, "Why do this, Chief Tax Officer David? As the saying goes, it's better to have one more friend than one more enemy. This won't benefit either of us!"

David glanced at him and replied disdainfully, "You must be Twen. There's an old Chinese saying, 'If the son isn't taught, the father will be the one to blame.' Your son's current predicament is probably all thanks to you!"

"What did you say?!"

Twen jumped to his feet, glaring at David with a murderous look in his eyes.

As an elder of the Native American tribe, even mayors and councilors had to treat him with respect. When had anyone ever dared to speak to him so disrespectfully?

"Shut up!"

Garr glared at Twen, then turned to David and said, "What if we don't have the person you're looking for here?"

David sneered, "Nothing? Then the IRS will search for us ourselves!"

"You dare! This is our Native American reservation!"

"Under federal law, no law enforcement agency has jurisdiction over our reservation!"

"This is our reserve, not your Lake District!"

Upon hearing David's words, the other elders were also enraged and stood up to rebuke him.

David's arrest of their people was already enough to embarrass their tribe. If he were to come in and search them, it would be no different from defecating on their heads.

"Whether or not you have law enforcement power is not up to you to decide, Chief Gar. You're a smart man; you should make a smart choice!"

"You have one day. Hand over Dieter by 1 p.m. tomorrow, or you'll face the consequences!"

After saying that, David got up to leave.

Just as he was about to walk out the door, Garr suddenly called out, "Chief Tax Officer David, is there really no room for negotiation in this matter?"

"No, you only have one option: hand them over!"

Having said all that, Garr had nothing more to say and could only watch David leave.

"That damn bastard, he's just a tax chief at the IRS, he only makes tens of thousands of dollars a month at most, why does he have to work so hard?"

"He won't take money or women, this bastard is a true IRS loyal dog!"

"..."

Upon seeing David leave, the elders couldn't help but burst into a tirade of curses.

Gal, however, said in a deep voice, "Contact Senator Marcus!"

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West entrance.

Seeing David return safely, Simmons and the others stationed there breathed a sigh of relief and quickly came up to inquire about the situation.

David didn't say much, just gave a few simple instructions, and then led the team back to the bureau, heading straight to the director's office.

Upon seeing David return, William immediately asked, "How did it go? What's the situation inside?"

"The illegal transactions inside are indeed rampant, possibly involving tens of millions of dollars every month!"

"Tens of millions of yuan every month."

William's eyes lit up, then he changed the subject, asking, "What about Dieter? What did they say?"

David replied, "Just as I expected, neither their chief nor the elders are willing to hand over the people!"

"You don't want to?"

William's face darkened at first, then he grinned maliciously, "It's alright, I have good news for you. The materials submitted to the state bureau have been approved. Our armed forces are ready to be deployed at any time!"

David wasn't too surprised and replied, "I gave them a deadline of 1 p.m. tomorrow, but I don't think they'll hand it in. By then..."

The two conspired for several hours, and David did not leave the office until 5 p.m.

(End of this chapter)