American tax officials

Chapter 116 Let the father and son reunite in prison!

"It will take them some time to get here, Chief Tax Officer David. Why don't we go inside and talk things over?"

David agreed, and then led everyone inside.

Once inside, he looked at the chief's throne above and thought for a moment. He was in a superior position now, and he would be collecting taxes from the criminal bosses in the commercial street later, so he couldn't lose face!

He then walked straight up to the top, faced the chieftain's throne that originally belonged to Garr, and sat down with an air of authority.

Gar and his group, who had followed them in, were stunned by what they saw, while the young Indians all looked furious.

The chieftain's throne is not just a seat, but the face of their tribe. Now that it has been occupied by an outsider, they feel as if they have been slapped hard in the face.

Just as several hot-blooded young men were about to erupt in anger, Gal, who had sensed something was wrong, reprimanded them: "You lot, this is none of your business. Go out and keep watch!"

That was a symbol of his status and position, so Garr was naturally very angry.

But there's nothing we can do; we're under someone else's roof and have to bow our heads!

Those armored vehicles, tanks, planes, and fighter jets are right outside. If they dare to cause trouble, they will face a terrible fate.

He wasn't so irrational as to consider the relative importance of things, so of course he had to choose to be patient!

After casually finding a seat below, Garr, trying to cover up the awkward atmosphere, spoke up again: "Tax Chief David, didn't you just say you had a few things to do? Finding those lawless bosses is one of them, but what else?"

David turned to look at Twen, who had been burying his head in the sand since his arrival, and then at Gar, saying, "Chief Gar, as far as I know, your Indian tribe is not authorized to use RPG rocket launchers. Can you explain where they came from?"

I just heard Colonel Cleveland say at the entrance that their Apache helicopters were almost hit by RPGs. Of course, we can't let this go so easily!

"this……"

Although Twen had betrayed him, Garr still didn't want to kill his brother. However, David was clearly accusing him, so he could only continue to speak out of a sense of justice, saying, "Our tribe has no authority to use RPGs. It was certain people who instigated our warriors to arm themselves!"

David, feigning ignorance, asked, "Oh? Who is that?"

Garr raised his hand helplessly, pointing at Twen and saying, "He armed himself on his own initiative; it has nothing to do with us!"

"Garn, you bastard!"

Twen was already heartbroken that Dieter had fallen into the hands of the IRS, but he was even more furious when he heard that he would be implicated in the matter.

"Because of this RPG, our IRS almost lost an Apache helicopter. Since your brother was the mastermind, he must be severely punished. Is that alright, Chief Gal?"

As soon as David finished speaking, two inspectors immediately came to Twen's side and grabbed him from both sides.

Twen panicked, struggling and shouting, "Garn, I'm your brother, and an elder of the tribe! You can't just hand me over to them like this!"

Garr seemed not to hear him, replying calmly, "I'm fine!"

"You bastard, are you going to sell our tribe to the IRS? Are you really willing to lead the tribe to be their slaves...?"

Seeing Twen nearly lose his temper, David waved his hand impatiently, and two inspectors immediately dragged him out.

Upon seeing this, the elders were not angry at all; on the contrary, some wanted to applaud.

If it weren't for his son Twen, if he hadn't armed those passionate warriors of the tribe, things wouldn't have developed to this point.

You, Twen, want to protect your son, right? Fine, you two can go to the IRS jail and look after each other!

However, while the elders were secretly pleased, Wifuled, who was sitting in a corner, was trembling with fear.

Although Twen was the mastermind behind the purchase of weapons to arm tribal warriors, he was still an accomplice.

Now that Twen has been dealt with, will he be next?

Fortunately, David didn't seem inclined to pursue the matter further, which secretly relieved him.

About 10 minutes after Twen was dragged away, the sound of vehicles arriving could be heard outside.

Soon, Garr’s confidants led a group of people in.

Among them, David also ran into some old acquaintances, the very same criminals he had scrutinized with his golden finger during his undercover investigation of Indian Commercial Street the day before.

It was clear that these criminals were quite frightened, probably because of the tanks, armored vehicles, armed helicopters, and fighter jets outside. After entering, they all looked around with some fear.

"Ahem, let me introduce myself first. My name is David, and I'm the tax chief of the IRS Lake District!"

Upon entering, the criminals who had been observing their surroundings looked up in unison after hearing these words. They were stunned to see that the person sitting on the chief's throne was no longer Gar, but the man who claimed to be the tax chief of the National Tax Service.

They quickly found Garr on the left and discovered that the chief, who was usually very dignified in their presence, seemed to have completely lost his edge, which made some of them even more uneasy.

Because many of them knew something about Dieter.

I also know that the IRS has come up with some kind of black tax law, from now on any illegal income will have to pay a certain amount of tax.

Could it be that the IRS brought them in for the same reason?

"Don't be alarmed, everyone. We just had a small misunderstanding with Chief Gar's tribe, and that misunderstanding has been cleared up!"

"A small misunderstanding?"

The group of criminals were speechless. If this was just a small misunderstanding, why would the IRS need to bring in tanks, armored vehicles, and fighter jets?

This is clearly teaching Garr's tribe a lesson!

Ignoring what everyone was thinking, David continued, "Here's the thing, the misunderstanding between us and the tribe has been cleared up. From now on, those of you doing business or trading here can continue to do so with peace of mind. Everything can proceed as before!"

"However, there's a prerequisite!"

"I believe many of you have heard of our IRS's tax evasion law. Let me explain it to you again. This law stipulates that from now on, regardless of whether one is engaged in..."

After hearing this, some of the criminals who knew about the Dieter case were not too surprised, but those who did not know about the Dieter case were stunned.

But then again, while it sounds absurd that they have to pay taxes on their illegal gains, it's not as absurd as the IRS bringing out tanks, armored vehicles, and fighter jets to force them to pay taxes!

"Now you all understand, right? If you have any opinions, feel free to share them. We at the IRS are reasonable and act according to regulations; we won't deliberately try to cheat you!"

David's words left the criminals present speechless once again.

If your IRS were truly reasonable, they wouldn't have deployed these tanks, armored vehicles, and fighter jets, or even dropped missiles around the tribe to scare people!

Of course, they certainly wouldn't dare say that to his face.

After much deliberation, a loan shark reluctantly stepped forward and whispered, "Tax Chief David, we do business here in the tribe and already have to pay a considerable amount of protection fees to the tribe every month. Now we also have to pay a monthly tax to your national tax bureau. This is a bit much..."

"Yes, yes, we don't earn much to begin with, and if we have to pay another one to the IRS, it'll be a bit too much for us..."

"That's right..."

The man's words were immediately echoed by the other criminals present.

David looked at the first man who had spoken and asked, "Your name is James Lev, right?"

The man whose name was called was somewhat surprised, not expecting David to call him by name, but then he seemed to realize something, and the corner of his mouth twitched suddenly.

Since David knew his name, the logic was simple: he must have been secretly investigated by the IRS.

If nothing unexpected happens, I'm definitely going to be in trouble!

"According to the information we have, you earned $5 just from lending money to an executive of a company in the main district named Fast on the 7th of last month."

"And on the 11th, a loan was made to a landlord in the new district named Tony, and another $6 was earned in return, and then..."

"These transactions alone, plus the lending income from other miscellaneous people, bring in a net income of about $50 a month."

"And this money only requires us to pay about $15 to the IRS, leaving you with a profit of $35. Now you're telling me you can't handle it?"

"Did you know that many CEOs of publicly traded companies in America don't earn as much as you do in a month? Don't be ungrateful!"

Before David even uttered those words, the man named James had a premonition that he was about to suffer misfortune.

That's exactly how it is now!

The IRS not only investigated the general details of his monthly income, but also knew exactly who he received the money from.

It seems that this time, he has no choice but to pay!

David then turned to another man who had just echoed James's words and said, "As for you, Thompson, you make over $40 a month just from drug trafficking in the area managed by Elder Willard in the commercial district. Can't you even keep up with paying our taxes?"

"And your base, Morgan..."

"..."

In the following period, David selected several more criminals with higher incomes and pointed out their specific earnings.

Now, these people had no way to refute it anymore, and they all lowered their heads in dejection.

(End of this chapter)