American tax officials

Chapter 115 Garr: I will put righteousness before family!

Garr finally realized what was happening and immediately ordered his trusted aide, "Quickly, connect me to the IRS!"

Now he doesn't care about nephews or chieftain's face; he just wants to make sure the IRS's fighter jets and armored vehicles stop firing!

Otherwise, if a few more missiles are dropped on them, their reservation will be ruined!

Upon hearing this, Dieter, who was already terrified, collapsed to the ground, his face ashen.

At this point, he knew very well that even if the King of Heaven himself came, he couldn't save him; he was doomed!

West entrance.

Everyone present was deeply shocked by the shockwave from the missiles dropped by the fighter jets.

In the past, although they knew that fighter jets were very lethal, they had never experienced it firsthand.

Now that they have experienced it firsthand, they finally understand why countries invest hundreds of billions or even trillions of dollars in the research and development of fighter jets.

This thing is truly a deadly weapon in the air!

"Tax Chief, Chief Gar has called and says he wants to speak with you!"

Nissen came over and gave a reminder.

David withdrew his gaze from the fighter jets overhead. He had intimidated them enough, and the elders of the Indian tribe should now realize the power of the IRS.

He then instructed, "Report back to the bureau and have them send all their clerical staff over, along with a money counting machine, filing forms, and... all the necessary materials and equipment. Oh, and there might be a shortage of manpower; have the bureau borrow some people from the municipal bureau!"

This time, he not only wanted to go in and ask the Indian elders for ditt, but also wanted to take advantage of their remaining influence to get their tax revenue!

The entire Native American tribe was too large, and there were also unscrupulous merchants from outside the tribe doing business in its commercial area.

The sheer amount of work required to complete this is far beyond what a single lake district branch could handle!

"Chief Tax Officer, this workload is indeed enormous. Why not have them handle it at our bureau?"

According to Nissen.

Relocating personnel here is troublesome, and we also need to bring equipment and materials, making the process much slower than it would be at the bureau.

David looked at him speechlessly and explained, "Do you think it's easier to collect taxes from them in front of our planes and cannons, or is it easier to go back to the bureau?"

Upon hearing this, Nissen immediately slapped his forehead, realizing how incredibly foolish his question had been.

With their planes and cannons still in place, this creates a huge psychological deterrent. Neither the Native Americans nor the criminals dare to cause trouble and can only obediently pay their taxes!

"Okay, I'll go and inform them!"

……

In the office of the chief of the Dajie District Police Station.

Besides Catherine, the deputy commissioner, Keanu, another tax inspector, two deputy tax inspectors, and all the senior officials were gathered here.

At that moment, they were watching a large screen hanging on the wall, which was broadcasting a live stream of the Native American tribe.

"That damned Lake District Precinct, they've really made a name for themselves this time!"

Another tax inspector in the main block, Pullman Quinnil, grumbled somewhat angrily.

The other high-ranking officials, though not uttering any complaints, displayed an air of jealousy, envy, and resentment.

This marks the first time IRS armed forces have reappeared since Al Capone!

Most importantly, this time the IRS deployed a group of M1 series tanks, armored vehicle combat groups, Apache helicopters, Black Hawk helicopter combat groups, and various top-of-the-line fighter jet combat groups, which shocked the entire United States and the world.

As the masterminds behind all of this, both David and the Lake District Precinct are destined to become famous and go down in history!

If only this honor belonged to their main district...

"These damn Dieter tribes and the Indian tribes are really something, providing such a great opportunity for the Lake District Precinct. Why don't we at the Main Street Precinct ever get these kinds of opportunities!"

Pullman cursed again, his voice tinged with resentment.

The IRS's armed forces cannot be deployed simply by requesting permission.

First and foremost, it must involve an extremely egregious incident.

For example, the assassination of David by Dieter, who is now the star tax chief of Nevada, makes this incident extremely heinous.

Secondly, the state bureau is very strict about the procedures and documents for deploying armed forces, so you need to have a complete chain of evidence and complete documents to obtain approval.

However, both of these issues were encountered and resolved by the lake district.

Therefore, this deployment of armed forces was attributed to the lake area!

"Giggle giggle..."

Just as the office atmosphere was becoming somewhat quiet, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

The next second, Catherine's assistant pushed open the door and entered, saying, "Chief, we just received a notification that the Lake District Precinct is applying to the City Bureau for civilian personnel to be sent to the Native American tribe!"

"Applying for civilian staff?"

These words left Catherine and the others somewhat bewildered.

Why are they making such a big fuss in the Lake District just to arrest Dieter? Why are they now applying for civilian staff to go to the reservation?

"etc……"

Keanu seemed to have a sudden realization and immediately said, "As far as I know, there are many criminals doing business on Indian reservations. Could the Lake District's manpower application be related to this?"

His words made the other senior executives present realize the truth.

Before the Black Tax Act was enacted, the Indian reservation was an independent kingdom. Because law enforcement agencies did not have the authority to enforce the law on the reservation, it became a favorite trading place for criminals!

But now that the Black Tax Act has been passed, the IRS has the authority to enforce laws against illegal transactions on Indian reservations!

Now that the lake district has applied to the municipal bureau for assistance, they must be planning to levy taxes on those criminals inside!

And one more thing worth mentioning.

Just now, their IRS deployed all sorts of armed forces—tanks, armored vehicles, armed helicopters, and fighter jets—which must have scared those criminals inside half to death!

If the lake district were to ask them to pay taxes now, would they dare not pay?

Faced with those fighter jets and tanks, they had no choice but to pay up!

Thinking of this, Catherine couldn't sit still any longer. She immediately questioned, "What's going on? Such an important matter, what were you all doing? How come none of you thought of this?"

Although no reservation survey was conducted.

But judging from the scale of the place alone, she thinks the tax revenue is definitely between 1 million and 2000 million!

This time, the Lake District Police Station has once again stolen the limelight and raked in such a large sum of tax revenue, while their district has gained nothing. How can she be psychologically at peace with this?

Keanu and other high-ranking officials also lowered their heads slightly.

The Indian reservation is not under the jurisdiction of the Lake District, the New Town, or their Main Street District.

In other words, whoever has the ability to collect the taxes inside owns it.

Before the Black Tax Act was enacted, some of them had considered going to collect taxes from it.

But they also knew the temperament of the Native Americans.

If the IRS hadn't deployed armed forces to intimidate these people, they would have fought you to the death if you tried to collect their taxes!

"Didn't the Lake District apply for manpower from the City Bureau? Why go through all this trouble!"

Catherine suddenly thought of something, looked at Keanu, and said, "Here's what we'll do: bring all the inspectors we can from our department, along with money counting machines and other equipment. We're all IRS employees from Las Vegas; we should help each other out when needed..."

Upon hearing this, Keanu was stunned.

He understood perfectly well that his bureau chief, while claiming to offer help, was actually just trying to steal some credit.

But now the reserved land was clearly won by the Lake District Branch. If they rashly try to steal the credit, how can they be happy?

Thinking of this, Keanu replied softly, "Director, this...this isn't quite right..."

"What's wrong with that? The city bureau only has a few people, and think about how big the reserved land is. Do you think the people from the lake district and the city bureau can handle it? Don't worry, I'll talk to the city bureau. It should be fine!"

Catherine was quite confident in persuading the city bureau.

"Well... okay!"

Seeing that Catherine had said that, Keanu had no choice but to bite the bullet and stand up, then went to the inspectors' office to gather his men.

Meanwhile, at the same time, at the Xincheng District branch...

Upon hearing that the lake district was going to apply to the city bureau, the local leadership immediately realized the enormous illicit tax revenue generated by the reserved land.

Then, just like Catherine, their director sent a tax inspector and the bureau's auditors to shamelessly go to the reserve to get a share of the spoils!

Of course, David, far away on the reservation, was unaware of all this.

At that moment, he and Bucky were driving towards the chief's house in the reservation.

A few minutes later, their convoy arrived at the scene.

After getting off the vehicle, he found that Gar and the tribal elders were already waiting for them at the door, and behind them, Dieter was being held up by two young Indian men like a prisoner.

"Chief Tax Officer David, you... there's no need to make such a fuss. How could our Native American tribe dare to go against your IRS?"

Garr was also quite sensible. At this point, he couldn't care less about the dignity of being a chief or the Indian tribe. He started by using a tone of weakness to show his weakness as soon as they met.

David and the others found this somewhat amusing.

If their armed forces hadn't come in, would you Native Americans still be so easy to talk to?

Although he thought this to himself, he didn't say it aloud. Instead, he replied, "Chief Gal, our tax bureau is generally very reasonable. Yesterday, I gave you a deadline of 1 PM today to hand over the person. If you had handed it over, everything would have been fine. But you chose not to. Well, our tax bureau definitely has a way to 'help' you!"

These words made Gar and the elders present freeze. They thought to themselves, "If we had known that your IRS even had fighter jets, we would have taken him to your IRS last night, not just at 1 o'clock!"

Gathering his thoughts, Garr said in a deep voice, "Bring it up to me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two strong young men carried Dieter, who was like a lump of mud, into the room.

Garr said, "Although he is my nephew, in the United States, princes are subject to the same laws as commoners when they commit crimes... no, princes who evade taxes are punished the same as commoners. I absolutely cannot protect him. Hand him over to your IRS now!"

David walked up to Dieter, standing a meter away, staring at his dejected and dazed expression, and said with a hint of mockery, "Mr. Dieter, I never expected our first meeting to be like this!"

Hearing this, Dieter seemed to come to his senses. He looked up at David and suddenly said frantically, "Tax Chief David, I know I was wrong. Give me a chance. I'm willing to pay your taxes. I have money, lots of money. I can pay you three, four, or even five times the amount!"

He was genuinely scared.

Because he's used to a life of luxury, how could he possibly tolerate a place like prison?

Moreover, if it were just a regular prison, that would be one thing. If he had money, he could bribe his way in and maybe even become a local tyrant inside.

But if you get arrested now, you'll end up in an IRS jail!

Inside, he wouldn't even be able to become a local tyrant; he'd be lucky if he didn't get killed!

"It's too late for Mr. Dieter to be afraid now!"

"I...you...I..."

Dieter's face flushed red, as if someone had grabbed his throat, and he couldn't utter a single complete word.

The man had already given in, and David had no interest in arguing with him any further. Instead, he looked at Gar and said, "Chief Gar, I must give you a thumbs up for your righteous act, but there are a few more things I'd like to ask for your help with!"

Hearing the first sentence, Gar felt a sense of relief, but the second sentence made him tense again. He asked nervously, "What is it?"

"I know that your reserved land is very popular with criminals; many of them choose to trade or do business here!"

"But I think you're aware of the tax evasion law. I'd like you to gather the heads of those criminals here; I have something to say to them!"

Upon hearing this, David and the elders present felt a chill run down their spines.

It seems the IRS isn't just after Dieter, but also wants to take away the benefits that belong to their Native American tribe!

"What, you don't want to?"

Of course, Gal and the others wanted to say no, but seeing the tanks and armored vehicles around them, the armed helicopters constantly circling over their territory, and the fighter jets that occasionally swept past with sonic booms, how could he dare to utter a single word of dissent?

Garr replied, "Of course not. Since it's a bill, our Native American tribe naturally supports it!"

He turned to one of his trusted confidants and ordered, "Go to the commercial district and bring over all those leaders!"

(End of this chapter)