American tax officials

Chapter 20 It's none of your business if I steal a car

"Alright..."

Yutaro Ono didn't dare say anything more and obediently got into the Volvo, then began to give directions to the two of them.

Following his directions, after about a 20-minute drive, the three arrived at the entrance of a car repair shop in the old town.

The sign at the factory entrance already showed some rust, with the words "Island Country Auto Repair Factory" written on it.

Five of the characters were illuminated with neon lights, appearing bright red in the night, while the other two were dim, perhaps due to aging circuitry or some other reason.

Inside the factory area, several old cars were quietly parked on the repair bench, and some workers were busy repairing them. The air was filled with the peculiar smell of paint and engine oil, which was quite pungent.

"Eitaro, what's going on with you?"

Upon seeing the three men enter, the oil-covered Japanese man, who was squatting in front of a car with its hood open, stood up and eyed David and Nissen warily.

At this moment, the rest of the repair shop staff also stopped what they were doing. Looking at Yutaro Ono, whose face was bruised and swollen, and then at Nissen and David, the atmosphere suddenly became somewhat tense.

Many workers have even secretly picked up wrenches, crowbars and other tools.

"Don't be nervous, everyone. These two are Sheriff Smith's colleagues; they're here to meet our boss!"

Even now, Yutaro Ono still doesn't know who Nissen and David are, and still thinks they are police officers.

Hearing this, the atmosphere at the scene finally eased a bit, but many people still looked at the two of them with doubt and hostility.

"Inoue, go inform the boss!"

Since they were Smith's colleagues, they were naturally police officers. These people dared not make any rash moves and could only let their boss step in to see what the other party wanted to talk about.

Seven or eight minutes later.

At the entrance to the repair shop's staircase, an Asian man in his early thirties with a buzz cut walked down.

His steps were steady and powerful, and he exuded a restrained and gloomy aura. He wore a neat kimono with the collar slightly open, revealing a wolf head tattoo.

To his left was a sexy woman with bangs wearing a tight leather jacket, and to his right was Nakamura Ota, whom David had met before.

"Eitaro, what's going on with you?"

Upon seeing Yutaro Ono's appearance, Ota Nakamura was completely stunned.

Didn't you say you'd meet me?

How did you get beaten up like a pig's head?

Yutaro Ono didn't explain much, but simply made a tearful expression and finally looked to the man in the kimono for help.

Name: Miyano Masashi.

[Occupation: Leader of a car theft gang.]

Monthly income: $276000.

[Income details: December 3, $30,000 profit from an Aston Martin stolen by his subordinates; December 5, $20,000 profit from a Maybach stolen by his subordinates; December 9, $70,000 profit from a Lamborghini stolen by his subordinates.]

[More details...]

Tax payable: US$76440.

While David was reviewing the other party's information, Miyano Masashi also gave a wink to one of his subordinates at the door. The subordinate immediately took out a button and pressed it, and the iron gate of the main gate slowly descended.

This situation made Nissen feel uneasy. As he reached for his sidearm at his waist, he also glanced at David.

But David remained calm at this moment.

First of all, they are armed with two guns, while the other side doesn't seem to have any firearms yet. Even if a fight breaks out, they might not be at a disadvantage for the time being.

Secondly, Miyano Masakatsu knows how to maintain good relations with the police, which shows that he is a relatively clear-headed person.

Knowing they were law enforcement, it's unlikely they would dare to do something as foolish as murder to cover it up.

The reason for doing this is probably to give them a hard time, so that they can gain some psychological advantage during the negotiations later.

"Officers, please don't be nervous. Our line of work is shady, so it's best to be careful to avoid being overheard!"

Miyano Masashi looked reassuring and said in a slightly hoarse voice.

David slapped his forehead, pretending to have just remembered, and said, "Oh right, Mr. Miyano, I need to correct something, we're not police officers!"

"Aren't you police officers?"

Miyano Masashi's expression immediately turned cold, while Nakamura Ota, Ono Yutaro, and the others first looked at David with surprise, and then gradually became sinister.

David pulled out his tax badge and faced the crowd, saying, "To be precise, we are IRS inspectors from the Lake District!"

"IRS? Fuck you! I thought you were a cop. What's wrong with you, IRS? What business is it of yours if I steal a car? Why are you following me like a dog?!"

Yutaro Ono, a car thief, had no idea about the black tax law.

At this moment, he felt like he had been tricked and beaten up. He was so angry that he felt like his lungs were about to explode, and he kept cursing.

Before he could finish his curse, he felt a sharp pain in his cheek and collapsed to the ground. When he came to his senses, he forced out two teeth despite the excruciating pain.

David, who was standing to the side, withdrew his fist and wiped it clean.

"You bastard, you dare to lay a hand on me!"

"Brothers, grab your weapons and kill them!"

"..."

No one expected that David would dare to hit someone on their own turf, in front of so many of them. He was simply too arrogant!

In an instant, people from all directions gathered around, grabbing wrenches, crowbars, and all sorts of tools.

Upon seeing this.

Nissen, disregarding everything else, drew his sidearm and pointed it at the group, warning, "I'm warning you, take one more step and I'll shoot!"

"Go ahead and drive if you dare, let's see how many bullets you have!"

Although Nissen's gun frightened many people, some still stubbornly gathered around.

"Stop it, all of you!"

Just as the atmosphere was about to explode, Miyano Masashi's shout stopped everyone. He stared at David and said, "We don't seem to have any grudges against your IRS, so why are you targeting us?"

David looked him straight in the eye and said, "Indeed, we in the IRS have no grudge against you, but we can't disobey orders."

"Is it impossible to disobey the public order?"

Miyano Masashi couldn't quite understand.

"Specifically, on the 3rd of last month, our U.S. Congress passed a bill called the 'Black Tax' Act..."

With David's detailed explanation, Miyano Masaki and the others came to understand some of the situation, but at the same time, they were all dumbfounded.

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(End of this chapter)