American tax officials

Chapter 28 You Didn't Come Here to Drink (Please Read On)

David walked over, sat on the bar stool, and replied casually, "Whiskey."

Jin Guangyao then looked at Nissen and asked, "Friend, what about you?"

"Agave, less ice."

Although Jin Guangyao's true identity is a thief, his bartending skills are quite impressive, as evidenced by his dazzling array of actions.

Soon, whiskey and tequila, with their rich aromas, were served.

David took a sip and praised, "Well done! With your skills, if you can focus on this, I believe the income you can earn might not be less than your other 'skill'!"

Jin Guangyao, who had been calm, changed his expression instantly upon hearing this, frowning as he asked, "Friend, what do you mean by this?"

David put down his glass and said expressionlessly, "It's nothing. I want to meet your boss, Quan Zhitai!"

Jin Guangyao's gaze sharpened, and he retorted, "You didn't come here to drink!"

After saying that, he turned off the music in the bar, then gestured to his scattered companions, and finally greeted those who had actually come to drink, saying, "Sorry everyone, we're closing up shop today. I'll treat you another day!"

The guests who came to drink were quite sensible; they all got up and left.

Before long, only Nixon David and his gang of Korean thieves remained in the tavern.

"Who exactly are you?"

Everyone stared intently at Nissen and David, as if they were about to start a fight at the slightest provocation.

David didn't answer immediately. Instead, he lightly lifted his jacket at his waist with his left hand, revealing a pistol tucked inside, before saying, "I said I want to see your boss, Quan Zhitai!"

Upon seeing this, the Koreans present frowned slightly.

In the United States, almost no one is unfamiliar with firearms.

Many of them then noticed that the pistol David was carrying on his waist was a Glock 19.

This type of gun cannot be purchased at ordinary gun shops.

Because it is standard equipment exclusively for law enforcement agencies such as police departments and the FBI.

In other words, the two people in front of you are either police officers, FBI agents, or other law enforcement personnel!

Faced with officials who specifically requested to see their boss, Jin Guangyao, knowing he couldn't handle the situation, immediately picked up the phone and dialed a number: "Brother Tai, there's been a bit of a problem at the tavern. The 'official' people specifically want to see you."

About 15 minutes.

An SUV pulled up in front of the tavern, the door opened, and a bespectacled, somewhat refined-looking Asian man stepped inside.

"Brother Tai."

"Brother Tai..."

"..."

Upon his arrival, the Korean fans present greeted him warmly.

David, using the cheat code, began to "scan" Jeon Ji-tae.

Name: Jeon Ji-tae.

[Occupation: Leader of Thieves]

Monthly income: US$34.8 million.

[Income Details: December 3, $20,000 profit from bonuses earned through theft by subordinates; December 4, $18,000 profit from bonuses earned through theft by subordinates; December 5...]

[More details: ...]

Tax payable: US$111920.

"really……"

David had already predicted that Quan Zhitai's illegal income would definitely be more than that of Miyano Masashi before.

Now that I see it, it's indeed true.

It was a full $7.2 more than Miyano Masashi's.

"Brothers, we don't know where we've offended you, that you've gone to all this trouble to come all this way?"

Jeon Ji-tae speaks excellent English, without a trace of Korean accent. Coupled with his refined appearance, anyone who doesn't know his identity would never believe he is a bandit leader.

"Don't misunderstand, we have no grudge against each other."

As he spoke, David pulled out his tax badge and explained, "We are IRS inspectors. Here's the thing, on the 3rd of last month..."

The Koreans present were quite surprised when they heard that it was someone from the IRS.

But what followed left them completely dumbfounded.

From now on, regardless of whether they are engaged in smuggling, fraud, robbery, drug trafficking, or even their current theft, they will all have to pay taxes to the National Taxation Bureau.

This is so outrageous!

Is this kind of gangster-like extortion of protection money something that a national official institution would do?

Koreans simply cannot understand this.

Jeon Ji-tae did the same, tentatively asking, "You say you're from the National Taxation Bureau, do you have identification?"

He still found it hard to believe that an official institution could come up with such a policy.

Moreover, people in their line of work are naturally more sensitive. With the endless stream of scams on the market these days, he was afraid that David and Nissen in front of him were trying to trick him.

"Don't doubt us. If you don't believe us, you can open your phone and log on to the IRS website. The Black Tax Act is at the top of the page."

"Also, as long as you agree to pay the taxes, you can come to our National Taxation Bureau's Hu District branch tomorrow to file your documents. This cannot be faked."

Hearing this, no one doubted David's identity anymore.

However, the money they worked so hard to earn, which they had to pay Smith a protection fee every month, was already painful enough.

Now the IRS wants a piece of the pie, how can they possibly agree to that!

Quan Zhitai pondered for a moment, then chuckled awkwardly, "Inspector, my tavern has all the necessary permits, and I pay my taxes in full every month, so I don't understand what this black tax law has to do with me!"

He knew that if the IRS contacted him, they must know about the illegal activities he was doing behind the scenes.

But America is a country that values ​​human rights.

He has nothing to fear as long as the other party doesn't have enough evidence!

David stood up from the bar stool, staring sharply at Quan Zhitai, and said, "Quan Zhitai, do you think our IRS would come looking for you without knowing your background?"

Quan Zhitai shrugged and replied innocently, "Inspector, I really don't understand. Besides, although my brothers are unemployed, they are all law-abiding citizens!"

"Yeah!"

David smiled and pointed at Jin Guangyao, saying, "On the 3rd of last month, your brother stole $3 from a tourist in room 1208 of Horseshoe Bend. He got $3000 in profit, and the rest was given to you and distributed among the other members."

"On December 9th of last month, at the Bellagio Hotel, he stole another Rolex from a tourist, making a profit of $2000."

"There's still number 11 left..."

"..."

Upon hearing that his past had been gradually exposed over the past month, Kim Kwang-yoo's expression changed drastically.

Meanwhile, Jeon Ji-tae, who was standing to the side, no longer had an innocent look on his face; instead, he had a gloomy expression.

(End of this chapter)