American tax officials

Chapter 29 Establishing Authority

Before they could think further, David pointed to another person in the room and said, "There's him too!"

"On December 5, a tourist's wallet was stolen in the Crystal Shopping Street, and $1000 was made."

"On December 8th, a tourist's wallet was stolen in the Crystal Shopping Street, yielding a profit of $1500. On December 11th..."

"..."

The man whose name was called, just like Jin Guangyao before him, instantly changed his expression.

however.

David showed no sign of stopping. He pointed at the woman named Park Jung-young and said, "She's the same."

"On December 9, at the Catherine Bar, a tourist was drugged and a gold necklace, wallet, and other items were stolen, netting $5000."

"On December 13, at the Dover Bar, $2000 in cash was stolen by getting a tourist drunk."

"..."

After exposing Park Jung-young's past, David looked at Jeon Ji-tae and said mockingly, "This is the 'good citizen' you've been talking about?"

Jeon Ji-tae's face was gloomy, and he remained silent.

He didn't know how the other party had investigated his subordinates so thoroughly.

But one thing is certain.

Since the other party was able to investigate his subordinates in such detail, then as their leader, his background must have been thoroughly investigated as well.

Is the IRS really that terrifying?!

Without receiving a single tip-off, they managed to capture his entire gang!

After thinking for a while, Quan Zhitai tentatively said, "Inspector, there are at least eighty or a hundred gangs engaged in illegal activities throughout Las Vegas."

"To be honest, we're nothing but a fart, so why make things difficult for us?"

"Well, I have some connections with Sheriff Smith. Could you perhaps spare us for his sake?"

What is the purpose of paying so much protection money to Smith every month?

Of course, this is to deal with the current situation.

In his view, Sheriff Smith was a big shot in the Lake District, and David shouldn't be so disrespectful.

Upon hearing this, David and Nissen exchanged a glance, and then both burst into laughter.

Let alone Smith, what does the police department behind him amount to compared to the IRS?

It's laughable that they expect the IRS to give them face!

Moreover, David and Nissen had already decided to make Smith "spit out" some of his illegal gains to the IRS.

Why would I give him face now?

David stopped smiling, took out his phone, and handed it to Jeon Ji-tae.

Quan Zhitai was stunned and asked, puzzled, "What does this mean?"

"Didn't you say you had connections with Sheriff Smith? Call him and see if he dares to tell me to his face that he'll let you off the hook!"

Smith must have heard about yesterday's car theft incident and the matter involving the two police officers, Wade and Balk.

However, this guy hasn't dared to fart even today.

Now, does he dare to get involved in Quan Zhitai's affairs?

David didn't believe it.

"this……"

Quan Zhitai and the others were stunned.

They never expected that David would not only disrespect them, but also disrespect Smith.

As far as they know.

Smith is not just a simple sheriff; his connections are complex, and he is rumored to be a front man for some big shot.

Otherwise, out of all the police chiefs in the Lake District Precinct, he wouldn't be the only one who dares to openly collect protection money.

"What, you're too scared to fight?"

Jeon Ji-tae snapped out of it and replied, "I have my own phone!"

After saying that, he walked to the side.

No matter what, the phone call still needs to be made; otherwise, the asylum fee will be wasted.

He also wanted to know what Smith would ask him to do after he told Smith about it.

at the same time.

In a luxurious room on the 10th floor of the Bellagio Hotel.

Smith was lying comfortably on the bed, enjoying a massage from the alluring blonde woman behind him.

Just then, the cell phone on the table rang.

He reached out and picked it up, and when he saw the caller ID name, his eyes instantly became alert.

After a few seconds of silence, he got out of bed, lit a cigarette, went to Yantai, and answered the phone: "This is Smith."

"Chief Smith, this is Jeon Ji-tae. We've run into a little trouble here. Two IRS inspectors..."

After a short while, Smith revealed a sinister look on his face after hearing the whole story.

First it was Miyano Masashi yesterday, and now it's Jeon Ji-tae. The National Taxation Bureau may seem to be carrying out its duties, but it's also undermining his authority!

After all, these people pay him protection money every month.

If he can't do anything about it, how can these people feel at peace?

They will definitely harbor resentment towards him!

But when he thought about what that person said this morning, he felt a sense of helplessness.

According to the source who told him, the Black Tax Act has only recently been passed by Congress, and the IRS is not doing well in collecting Black Taxes nationwide.

Therefore, they are eager to establish their authority and deter criminals across the country.

Therefore, he was warned that during this period, he must not go against the IRS or get caught doing anything wrong, otherwise the IRS might use him as a target to establish their authority!

Thinking of this, Smith gritted his teeth and said, "Understood, let's do as they say!"

At the bar, Jeon Ji-tae froze, completely unable to believe what he had heard on the other end of the phone.

After a long pause, he suddenly came to his senses and asked, "Sheriff Smith, the taxes the IRS wants to collect are not a small amount, and once they're filed, every month..."

"I know, I said, do as they say, are you deaf?!"

"..."

At this moment, Jeon Ji-tae was furious.

So you act all high and mighty in front of us.

Now you don't dare utter a single word in front of the IRS, do you?

"Zhitai, if it were any other law enforcement agency, I would certainly do my best to help you, but in America, the IRS is not someone you can mess with, understand?"

"And it's not just you guys; Miyano Masato and his group have also been 'recruited' by the National Tax Agency. Everyone's the same!"

Seemingly realizing that his tone had been a bit harsh, Smith softened his tone slightly and offered words of comfort.

"What?! The National Tax Agency has also contacted Miyano Masato and the others?"

Jeon Ji-tae was stunned by the news; he really didn't know about it.

"Yes, they already paid their taxes at the IRS this morning. Okay, give the phone to Inspector David, I'd like to speak with him for a bit!"

(End of this chapter)