American tax officials

Chapter 18 was hit.

"I went to prepare some things, which took up some time."

In fact, David arrived late on purpose, in order to give Nissen the impression that he had investigated through special channels.

Otherwise, if he actually catches the car thieves, he won't be able to explain the source of the information he has.

"By the way, have you found anything?"

"About half an hour ago, two people with Asian faces came here acting suspiciously, but they didn't match the photos in our files. We weren't sure if they were the car thieves, so to avoid alerting them, I didn't do anything!"

David nodded, saying nothing more, and began to scan his surroundings with his eyes, while also using the function of his cheat system to scan the crowd of people coming and going.

The two waited there for quite a while, until an hour later, when David finally spoke up: "Nothing's unusual here. Let's go check out the Aria Hotel!"

Nissen didn't waste any words and immediately started the car.

Arya wasn't far from Grand, only about 3 kilometers away, and the two arrived here in less than ten minutes.

Just as the two were about to enter the parking lot, they saw a Bentley drive out of the gate. However, less than 10 seconds after the Bentley left, a white Toyota followed suit.

Perhaps because he was driving, Nissen didn't notice anything unusual.

However, David was shocked when he saw the person in the passenger seat through the half-open car window.

[Name: Nakamura Ohta. 】

Occupation: Car thief.

Monthly income: $26000.

[Details of income: December 11, Porsche 911 stolen in Section 4 of Crystal Shopping Street, $5000 profit; December 21, Rolls-Royce Phantom stolen from Horseshoe Bend Hotel, $6000 profit; December 30...]

[More details...]

Tax payable: US$2600.

"Turn around and catch up with that white Toyota!"

"Um?"

Faced with David's sudden shout, Nissen slammed on the brakes, his mind reeling.

"The person we're looking for is in that car!"

Upon hearing this, Nissen immediately snapped out of his daze and quickly turned the steering wheel to give chase.

The two arrived at a casino in the lake district shortly after each other. The Bentley stopped first, and after parking, a middle-aged man and a woman in a formal dress got out of the car and went into the casino together.

"That's... McCallister!"

Nissen, who was parked not far away, recognized the man at a glance.

That's right, it's the tourist from England from the information they received today.

Before he could think too much about it...

At that moment, the door of the white Toyota following them opened, and a short Asian man stepped out, holding a device that looked like a remote control.

"He's about to make his move!"

Nissen was about to get out of the car when David grabbed him, saying, "Don't rush, this has nothing to do with us. Besides, if he succeeds, we'll get extra tax revenue!"

Nissen was taken aback at first, but quickly realized what was going on.

Yes.

I'm an IRS inspector, what does his car theft have to do with me?

After he succeeds in catching the cicada, we can then collect taxes from him like the oriole after him, thus gaining an extra sum of tax revenue.

Having realized this, Nissen was no longer in a hurry and simply watched the guy's performance from not far away.

But the next second, a scene that left him speechless appeared.

The man held the remote-like device, circled the Bentley once, and then pressed a button, opening the door automatically.

"This...this thing?"

Nissen didn't know much about car thieves' techniques, but in his mind, stealing a car required tools like pliers, hydraulic shears, or some kind of universal ruler.

How come the door opens automatically just from fiddling with this thing?

And that's a Bentley!

The anti-theft system of this luxury car is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary cars.

"This is a decoder. After some hackers or professionals input a specific program, it can decode specific vehicles."

David wasn't too surprised; in his previous life, when he was a policeman, he had seen plenty of thieves who used decoders to steal cars.

"A decoder? That looks like high-tech stuff. I never imagined car thieves these days would use such advanced technology..."

"Stop standing there, they're leaving. Follow them and see where their hideout is!"

As the two were chatting, Nakamura Ota got into the Bentley and started the car. Seeing this, Nissen also put aside his thoughts and followed at a leisurely pace.

Ten minutes later.

After passing a traffic light and turning a corner, Nakamura Daita, inside the Bentley, frowned as he looked at the black Volvo behind him.

He then took out his phone and dialed a number: "Kameda, did you notice a black Volvo when Aria came out just now?"

"A black Volvo...I didn't really notice it!"

A man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"This car seems to have been following us ever since Aria came out. I initially thought it was just a coincidence, but it's still following us after we succeeded. I suspect we're being watched!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then the voice said, "Don't go back to 'headquarters' yet. Lead them in circles for a bit, then I'll come pick you up and report your exact location!"

"I'm currently on Caesars Avenue, heading towards the Old Town..."

"Okay, I understand!"

……

David and Nissen were unaware of the situation on Nakamura Ota's side at this time, but after following him for more than ten minutes, they began to realize that something was wrong.

Because they realized that the guy in front of them was just going in circles and had no intention of going to any destination at all.

Nissen frowned. "This guy's pretty wary. Looks like we've been spotted!"

David didn't respond, but he seemed somewhat helpless. After all, they were just inspectors, and their tracking skills were far too poor. Perhaps the FBI would be better at this.

"Fine, let's just do it. I refuse to believe we can't get him to talk!"

After saying that, Nissen stepped on the gas pedal, trying to stop the other party, but unexpectedly, an accident happened the next second.

With a loud bang, the vehicle was suddenly hit. Although Nissen instinctively stepped on the brakes, the two of them were still a little dizzy from the sudden impact.

What angered them even more was that right after the accident, the Bentley in front of them suddenly accelerated and disappeared from their sight in an instant.

(End of this chapter)