American tax officials

Chapter 112 Enforcement in the Reservation!

It's worth noting that, in their memory, the last time the IRS deployed armed forces was during Al Capone's time.

But one point worth comparing is...

The Al Capone criminal group was arrested by the IRS in the 30s.

At that time, the IRS was the U.S. military, and it didn't yet have big weapons like the M1 series tanks, Black Hawk helicopters, or Apache attack helicopters.

But now, the IRS has not only deployed so many armed personnel, but also so much strategic equipment from the U.S. military. Who exactly are they trying to arrest?

Or is it that an even more brazen tax evader than Al Capone has emerged?

As the incident gained traction online, it quickly made headlines on major social media platforms such as Facebook and YouTube.

The public was all waiting to hear this shocking revelation.

The Nevada media, naturally, couldn't miss this golden opportunity to generate traffic, and they all boarded helicopters and cars to follow the armed tracks of the IRS in order to see what was going on.

……

Indian tribe, west entrance.

David was still waiting for the armed forces to arrive, while the Indian armed youths opposite him did not try to drive them away or engage in any dialogue.

The two spent nearly an hour in this state of mutual non-interference.

"Chief Tax Officer, it's 1 a.m...."

Nissen came up to remind him, and David also looked up at his watch; it was indeed 1 o'clock.

"Da da da da..."

While David and the others were still pondering, a huge roar suddenly came from the distant sky, causing the inspectors on site to turn around and look.

"That's...our armed forces have arrived!"

"Oh shit, that's a Black Hawk helicopter! I've only ever seen those in movies!"

"Not only that... but there are also Apache attack helicopters, that's so cool!"

Although the IRS has its own armed forces, it has not been deployed since the Al Capone case in the last century.

Many of the inspectors on site were witnessing the deployment of the armed forces in the new era for the first time, and many were also seeing such powerful weapons as the Black Hawk helicopter and the Apache attack helicopter for the first time.

This made them extremely excited at that moment.

On the other side, the armed personnel of the Native American tribe were not blind, and they naturally saw the approaching helicopter group.

When they saw the weapon of mass destruction they had only seen on TV appear before their eyes, many of the young men were so frightened that they froze on the spot. They even felt that the guns in their hands were no longer guns. In the face of these weapons of mass destruction, they suddenly felt as if they were holding a piece of wood.

But before they could react...

Not far away, a long convoy suddenly appeared below the helicopter... oh no, to be precise, a tank and armored battle group!

Faced with such an imposing torrent of steel, the young Indian militiamen, who were already stunned by the two large groups of strategic helicopters in the sky, suddenly felt their legs go weak.

Many of them had never left their tribe in their entire lives, let alone been on a real battlefield. Seeing the oppressive feeling of impending war, no one could have such a strong mental fortitude. At this moment, they just wanted to throw away their weapons and turn around and run back to the reservation behind them.

Lost in thought.

The helicopter swarm had arrived at the scene, with the lead Black Hawk helicopter landing first.

Then, seven or eight fully armed men carrying assault rifles emerged from inside. They were well-trained and spread out around the area, seemingly protecting the important figures disembarking from the helicopter.

Soon, the colonel stepped forward, walked straight to David, extended his hand, and introduced himself: "Hello, Tax Chief David, I am Colonel Cleveland from the IRS Nevada Armed Base. I will be in command of this operation!"

Although it was his first time meeting David, he had already seen David's photos in the materials, so he recognized him immediately when he arrived at the scene.

David extended his hand in return, shaking his and saying, "Hello, Colonel Cleveland. I'm David, the tax chief of the IRS Lake District branch. It's a pleasure to have your support!"

"It's just our job. Now, how do you want us to act as Tax Chief David?"

Cleveland was merely ordered to lead the armed forces into action, but he wasn't very clear about the details of the case. So when he arrived at the scene, he could only follow the instructions of David, the person in charge of the case.

David glanced at the two large groups of fighter jets overhead, and the tank and armored combat groups that were preparing to arrive behind them, and asked meaningfully, "Colonel Cleveland, is that all?"

Cleveland knew what David meant and replied with a smile, "Our base isn't too far from here. At fighter jet speeds, we can arrive almost instantly with just a command!"

David nodded, then waved to Nissen behind him. Nissen understood immediately and took a map from the car, spreading it out in front of the two of them.

"Colonel Cleveland, I need your helicopters and armored tanks to move in from here, here, and here. Also, try to avoid this, this, and this area and do not cause any damage. If you encounter any resistance along the way, kill them on sight. Finally, surround this area!"

As David spoke, he pointed out the situation of the Native American tribes to Cleveland.

The area he specifically requested not to be damaged was the bustling black market trading area within the tribe, since he still needed to collect taxes and couldn't afford to cause too much tax revenue loss.

As for what needs to be surrounded, it is the area where the Indian elders and chiefs live. Controlling this area is equivalent to controlling the entire tribe!

"Understood. So, when will the fighter jets be deployed?"

"No rush. Let's go in first, and then make a grand finale appearance with our fighter jets to give them a shock. That way, our IRS will have absolute authority in their tribe, and they'll all be paying their taxes every month according to the Black Tax Act!"

"Okay, I understand!"

Cleveland immediately picked up the communication device and ordered, "All squads, listen to my command, first group..."

This is the western checkpoint.

"Laure, Laurie, what should we do now?"

The armed young Indians finally came to their senses and began to look at the trusted confidant sent by Twen.

Just as Laurie's confidant was about to say something, before he could even utter a word, he suddenly noticed that the helicopter above was beginning to approach the tribe's territory.

Meanwhile, the tank and armored combat groups below were also attacking from all directions, which made him feel a chill run down his spine.

He could only suppress his fear and shout, "Listen up, everyone! Don't fire! Don't retaliate! We'll talk about that later!"

In fact, he didn't need to reprimand them at all. It's true that these Native American youths wanted to protect their own interests, but they weren't stupid.

With their few broken guns, it would be strange if they weren't blasted into dust in front of two large helicopter groups in the sky and tank and armored combat groups on the ground!

"Listen up, you guys! This is the IRS armed forces enforcing the law. Put down your weapons and don't make any rash moves, or you'll be killed without mercy!"

The lead armored vehicle also used its horn to issue a warning as it drove over.

As the Indian armed youths at the checkpoint saw the powerful steel torrent advancing step by step, although they were angry that their territory had been invaded, most of them did not lose their minds and slowly put down their guns and raised their hands.

Seeing that these Native Americans were so sensible, the tank and armored battle group did not fire and gradually entered the reservation.

Because of the arrival of two large helicopter groups.

Meanwhile, some tourists, or even Native Americans, in the area surrounding the reservation were stunned by what they saw.

Before they could even react, the arrival of tanks and armored vehicles filled everyone with unprecedented panic.

Unaware tourists and Native Americans thought the army was about to start a war with the tribe, and some screamed in fright.

Fortunately, the armored vehicle's loudspeaker warned that it was just the IRS carrying out a mission and wouldn't fire indiscriminately, which reassured the tourists on the periphery.

Meanwhile, in the main hall of the chief's house.

The deadline had passed, and everyone was on edge, because they knew very well that even if Marcus had restricted the IRS's armed deployment, David would not give up easily.

This restriction can only be implemented temporarily, not permanently!

Just as everyone was frowning in worry, a young Indian man rushed in in a hurry. He first glanced at Gar, then looked at Twen, with a hesitant expression on his face.

"What happened?!"

Looking at the young man's expression, Garr knew that something must have happened, and that Twen was definitely hiding something from him.

"Chief..."

The young man still didn't dare to speak directly, and looked at Twen again.

"If you don't talk, you'll be punished according to the clan rules!"

Upon hearing that they would be dealt with according to tribal rules, the young men dared not hide anything any longer and hurriedly said, "The armed forces of the National Tax Bureau have already invaded our reservation!"

"What did you say?!"

Upon hearing this, Garr and the other elders present were all shocked, some even standing up in fright.

"When did their armed forces arrive, and how did they suddenly invade our reservation? Twen, you damned bastard, aren't you going to explain yourself?!"

Garr turned and glared at Twen, because he knew that the news of the IRS's armed arrival must have been suppressed by Twen.

It was only because the IRS armed forces had already entered the reservation that the situation was exposed and could no longer be suppressed.

At this moment, Twen was secretly groaning in his heart, constantly cursing Senator Marcus's ancestors for eighteen generations.

He hadn't expected that even after promising the councilor so many benefits, he still couldn't get the state bureau to send in the armed forces.

"Da da da da da..."

Before Galtwin and the elders present could say anything, a huge roar from outside forced them to rush out the door.

But when they got outside and saw the Apache attack helicopters and Black Hawk helicopter battle groups flying back and forth over their tribe, everyone felt a strange sense of panic.

Congressman Strong had previously told them that the IRS was heavily armed, but they hadn't expected it to be so powerful that they had even brought in Black Hawk helicopters and Apache attack helicopters.

With the lethality of the Apache attack helicopter, a weapon capable of easily destroying even tanks and armored vehicles, how many people would die if a few shells were dropped on their tribe?

I've reached the climax of the story, so why are you saying I'm padding it out...?

(End of this chapter)