American tax officials

Chapter 349 Bomb Attack

"In that case, we'll use all available resources to track this down. I need to know all the details of the operation and the exact time it was carried out!"

After thinking for a long time, Elvis still couldn't make a decision, and finally decided to figure out the details of the operation first.

"Yes."

……

Three days later, on the morning.

Brod walked into Elvis's office and said, "Sir, I've pretty much got the information. The overall commander of this operation is FBI Deputy Director Madhu Aikai, and the method they plan to use for the assassination is a bomb attack."

"Anything else?"

"According to the schedule, David will attend a lecture at a local university tomorrow with the Oregon State Revenue Service Commissioner. According to intelligence, the assassination will take place when he returns to his hotel, where they will detonate a bomb that has been planted in his room."

Hearing these words, Elvis's expression turned serious.

With the plan and action details in place, it seems the Freemasons are indeed prepared to go all out. So, what should he do?

"Sir, now that we know about this, I think this could be considered an opportunity."

"How so?"

Elvis snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Brod.

"If we just sit and watch this happen, the Freemasons won't thank us for keeping it a secret. Instead, we'll lose David as a powerful ally, which won't do us any good."

"You mean we should remind David?"

"This is a life-saving grace, and it cannot be more precious than this."

Elvis understood the implication in his confidant's words, but he still had some concerns and said hesitantly, "But what if the Freemasons find out about this..."

"They need to know too!"

"Um?"

Elvis suddenly came to his senses.

His relationship with David was not as well-known as that of Gavin of the FBI.

Currently, the only people who know about his relationship with David are the head of the intelligence department and the deputy director in charge of the intelligence department.

These two individuals are not members of the Freemasons, the Unsa Group, or the Illuminati.

In other words, even if he reminded David, as long as he did it discreetly, the Freemasons might not know that it was him who reminded him!

"Sir, even if the Freemasons find out we were the ones who warned them, David has already gained considerable influence. He will definitely launch a furious retaliation afterward, and those Freemasons won't have time to care about us anymore."

"Even if the Freemasons want to retaliate against us, we saved David. Do you think he and the IRS would just stand by and watch their savior be killed? Sometimes, to succeed in politics, you have to choose the right side, even if it means taking some risks!"

To be fair, Broad was quite courageous. He knew David's importance in American politics and how much value saving his life would bring.

"You're right. Sometimes we have to choose the right team, and we've already chosen this one, so we should stick with it. Prepare the information we've gathered these past few days, and book me a flight to Oregon immediately. But remember, we must keep a low profile!"

Elvis was persuaded and made a decision after gritting his teeth.

……

Salem Downtown, Oregon, La Quinta Hotel.

It was already 5 p.m., but in one of the suites, David was talking to a man.

"With Inspector General David in attendance, this speech should help improve the state's tax situation. We've also arranged some activities after the speech..."

The man who was speaking eloquently was named Clement Lenn, and he was the governor of the Oregon IRS.

"Since it will benefit Oregon's tax system, then you can arrange it as you see fit, Director Clement."

"good……"

In the following hours, Clement discussed tomorrow's matters in detail with David, and it wasn't until nearly 6 o'clock that he got up to say goodbye and leave.

Shortly after he left, there was another knock on the suite door. When David opened it, he saw Munson, the inspector he had brought from Washington, D.C. However, behind Munson, he also saw two familiar faces: CIA agent Elvis and his subordinate Broad.

"I'm sorry, Chief David, the situation was a bit urgent, that's why I came without prior notice. I hope you won't mind?"

"Not at all, Deputy Director Elvis, let's come in and talk."

David sensed something was amiss when the head of the CIA's intelligence department uttered the words "the situation is urgent," and quickly called him in.

"Would you two like something to drink?"

"No need to be so polite, Director David. Do you know that your trip to Silicon Valley has really pushed the Freemasons to their limits?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"It seems I made the right decision to come; otherwise, Chief Inspector David, we might never have had the chance to meet again!"

Elvis had already realized that Inspector David was probably still unaware of the Freemasons' assassination plot.

However, this seems normal. Whether it's David or the IRS, their main task is tax collection. They don't have the various intelligence networks that the CIA does.

"What do you mean?"

Even if David were stupid, he could tell something was wrong, and his expression became serious.

"Take a look at this."

Elvis waved to Broad behind him, who then handed David a file folder.

David took it and immediately opened it, but as he saw the contents, his expression changed from surprise to seriousness, and finally to gloom.

According to this CIA intelligence report, an assassination attempt will be carried out against him tomorrow, and the location will be the very suite where he is currently residing.

This operation involved the Freemasons, the Unsa Group, and the Illuminati. In the past few days, these three forces have been working at full speed to coordinate with officials from various departments to prepare for the follow-up work after the assassination was successful.

"Heh heh, what a brilliant dragon-slaying operation!"

He thought to himself that those Silicon Valley giants compromised too easily; it turned out they were planning to lure him out of the area so they could carry out this assassination plot.

However, David suddenly realized that he had been too confident, thinking that now that he was a high-ranking official in the IRS, and with the IRS's armed force as a deterrent, the Freemasons would not dare to use such assassination methods against him.

If it weren't for his friend Elvis in the CIA, he might have lost his life without even realizing it.

No, just as Elvis said, the Freemasons have been pushed to the brink, and now they've somehow gotten involved with the Ansar Group and the Illuminati. We have to be extra careful from now on.

"Inspector David, if it were just the Freemasons on their own, they wouldn't dare use the same methods they used on Kennedy against you. But I don't know how they persuaded the Illuminati and the Unsa Group, so it's not surprising that they dared to do this."

"Deputy Director Elvis, you saved my life this time. Regardless, I, David, will remember this favor!"

"You're too kind, Inspector David. We're allies, so it's only natural for me to help you and for you to help me. I might even need to rely on you a lot in the future."

Elvis appeared nonchalant on the surface, but after David's words, he realized that his trip was well worth it.

"Alright, Inspector David, I've delivered the message. To avoid any further complications, I won't linger any longer."

The Freemasons had been monitoring the situation at the hotel for a long time, and Elvis had gone to great lengths to sneak in. To avoid being exposed, he couldn't delay any longer.

"Wait a moment, Deputy Director Elvis..."

Elvis, who had just gotten up to leave, stopped after hearing this and asked, "Is there anything else, Inspector General David?"

"Deputy Director Elvis, I'd like to ask you for a favor."

"you say."

"..."

……

Senna Island, on the east coast of New York.

"Is everything alright now?"

"Everything is ready on my end. If tomorrow's operation is successful, all police officers in the city will be mobilized as quickly as possible to apprehend the 'suspect'!"

"I have also prepared the military. If the IRS armed forces take any action tomorrow, we will immediately come out to deter them."

"..."

Inside a room in the manor, Henrietta sat in a chair, while opposite him were seven or eight key planners of Operation Tomorrow.

"Alright, this is the final push, go!"

Everyone got up and left.

This night was just an ordinary night for the average person, but for the Freemasons, the Unsa Group, and the Illuminati, it was a sleepless night.

59 years ago, their elders orchestrated the assassination of Kennedy, an operation that shocked the world.

The success of this operation can be seen as a declaration to the world that the interests of American capitalists are unshakable!

Tomorrow will be another day for them to demonstrate their power to the world.

But whether it can be as successful as the operation 59 years ago, neither the Onssa people, the Freemasons, nor the Illuminati can guarantee it; all they can do is pray to God as much as possible.

The following day, everything at the Laguntai Hotel was as usual.

Inside the suite, David was looking at himself in the mirror on the sink, but his eyes were bloodshot.

Anyone who knows they are about to be assassinated will find it hard to sleep well, and he was no exception.

After washing his face and tidying himself up, he put on a suit and leather shoes and opened the door. Jerry and Munson were still on guard.

"let's go."

The three of them took the elevator downstairs, got into a Chevrolet, and sped off toward Salem State University.

Meanwhile, on the fifth floor of a building opposite the Laquintai Hotel, a man wearing a baseball cap retracted his binoculars and uttered in a deep voice, "The target has left the hotel. We can begin the operation!"

Shortly after, two generic-looking men carrying suitcases entered the hotel. They went to the fire escape on the tenth floor. One of the men took out a laptop, operated it for a while, and then nodded to the other man beside him.

The man immediately walked out of the passage, glanced at the camera, and gave a strange smile. He then went to room 1019, took out a card and placed it on the doorknob. The door clicked open, and he went in and closed the door behind him.

……

Salem State University, the most well-known university in Oregon, was founded in 1854 and currently has 7000 undergraduate students, 1600 graduate students, and nearly 300 international students from 58 countries.

At this moment, a large number of students, reporters, and members of the public who came to observe the proceedings stood at the school gate, looking up from time to time as if waiting for someone to arrive.

Just then, the arrival of a Chevrolet elicited cheers from the crowd.

"Inspector General David is here!"

"Yes, he's here, Inspector General David. Could you please sign this for me?"

"Chief Inspector David, please allow me to take a photo with you..."

Since David rose to prominence, he has been hailed as a nemesis of evil and a man who dares to fight against capitalists. Coupled with extensive media coverage, he has long been an idol in the eyes of these young students.

Upon seeing him, the students naturally became excited, eager to get to know and catch a glimpse of their idol.

"Did they include their personnel in that?"

Inside the car, David did not get off despite the students' enthusiasm.

Although according to CIA intelligence, the Freemasons planned to plant a bomb in his hotel room and then detonate it when he returned to the hotel.

But who knows if these people will make contingency plans, like arranging for a sniper or something to ambush him among them?

So last night, he had Munson contact the Salem City Revenue Department and ask them to select some skilled individuals to secretly infiltrate the student groups to protect his safety.

"It's all arranged. These students have all been checked, so there shouldn't be any problems."

David nodded, and just as he was about to get out of the car, his phone suddenly rang. He took it out and saw that it was a text message from Elvis.

After reading it, he put his phone away and got out of the car.

After signing autographs and taking some photos with a small group of student fans, David walked through the school gate and arrived at the venue for today's speech.

Clement was already there, talking with several men and women. Upon seeing him, he immediately came forward and said, "Inspector General David, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Richie, the mayor of Salem, and this is the deputy mayor..."

"Hello, Inspector General David, I've heard so much about you."

"Inspector General David, thank you for attending today's event. Many IRS auditors will emerge from our university in the future, and under your guidance, they will undoubtedly become outstanding auditors!"

"..."

These people were meeting David in person for the first time, and they were exceptionally polite.

(End of this chapter)