American tax officials

Chapter 367 Masco's Appearance

Just then, whether it was the celebrities present or David and others who were observing from the shadows, they all heard a commotion behind them.

Looking back, I saw a group of people walking in.

When David and the others saw the leader's face clearly, they were all stunned. Then they understood why there was such a commotion at the scene.

Because this person is none other than Elon Masco, a prominent figure in American business circles!

The woman to his left was someone David and the others were also familiar with.

It's none other than the daughter of the former president, world-renowned supermodel Ivanka!

Today, Ivanka wore a red deep-V dress, and with her 1.2-meter-long legs and high-class temperament, she almost overshadowed all the women present.

"That woman is truly stunning; it's a pity she got married so early!"

Over here, looking at the incredibly alluring Ivanka, Jerry also showed a regretful expression.

"So what if you're married? You wouldn't understand the joys of being a young married woman!"

David picked up the conversation, his eyes still fixed on the top supermodel Ivanka not far away.

Although Ivanka is no longer young, her looks and temperament are top-notch. She is like a ripe peach, which is still very attractive to men.

"Chief Inspector, I never expected you to be like this..."

Jerry looked at David with surprise. He originally wanted to say, "I didn't expect you to be one of us," but realizing that it would be disrespectful, he quickly swallowed the rest of his sentence.

"Alright, let's not get caught up in these digressions. We're not here to play around today."

David realized he had gone off on a tangent and quickly put aside his random thoughts.

His gaze had shifted from Ivanka to a man to Masko's right, and he subconsciously scrutinized him for a moment.

[Name: Harrington Wood]

[Occupation: Businessman (Agent of the Federal Security Service of the Russian Federation)]

Monthly income: US$2000 million.

[Detailed revenue breakdown: from company profits, income from the sale of intelligence information...]

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David looked slightly surprised as he saw this information appear.

The man named Harrington is the organizer of tonight's charity gala.

His true identity is actually a former KGB agent and now an agent of the Federal Security Service of the Russian Federation!

What surprised him even more was that, upon closer examination, he discovered that this person had many vested interests with the CIA's intelligence chief.

It seems that the section chief's visit today may not be just for attending this dinner; he may be there to make some intelligence deals!

"Alright everyone, let's get back to the main topic. Next up for auction is a sword from the Roman Empire. The starting bid is $150 million, and each bid must be at least $10 higher!"

After the host finished speaking, the bidding began in the room.

About two minutes later, the price of the sword had reached 600 million US dollars.

Just then, Masco suddenly raised his hand and shouted with great confidence, "Ten million US dollars!"

After he finished speaking, whether it was because the price was too high or because of Masco's status, the room fell silent.

"10 million once, 10 million twice, 10 million three times... Sold! Thank you, Mr. Masco, for your support of the people in the disaster area!"

Unsurprisingly, Masco successfully purchased the sword.

The auction continued for the remainder of the day.

Masco, this wealthy tycoon, only made three moves in total. After acquiring several items, he sat back and observed the market.

Finally, after more than half an hour.

Harrington, who had arrived with Masco, stood up and said apologetically to Masco and Ivanka, "Excuse me, you two..."

"Go ahead!"

Harrington nodded and walked toward the restroom.

Meanwhile, after a moment's thought, David also stood up and walked towards the passage.

After walking for more than fifty meters, a restroom appeared ahead, and two burly men were standing guard at the entrance.

Upon seeing David and his group arrive, a burly man on the right immediately raised his hand to stop them, saying, "Excuse me, sir, please wait a moment before entering!"

"Tell Mr. Harrington I'd like to speak with him!"

"Who are you……?"

Upon hearing that David had come specifically to see Harrington, the two bodyguards immediately became alert, their eyes constantly scanning the group.

"Don't ask, you won't want to know."

"What do you mean by that?"

The two bodyguards immediately became alert, and their hands slowly reached towards their waists.

The three men, including Munson, who were following David, were not blind either, and of course they saw the other party's movements.

Just to be on the safe side, their hands also moved slowly.

Just as the situation was about to erupt, a voice suddenly reached everyone's ears.

"What are you doing?"

Harrington walked out, pulling up his belt, looking at everything with a puzzled expression.

"Mr. Harrington, this group says they want to speak with you!"

"Oh?"

Harrington turned around and gave David a serious look.

Suddenly, he felt as if he had seen this person somewhere before, but he couldn't quite place where he had seen him before.

"Mr. Harrington, this isn't the place to talk. How about we find somewhere else to discuss this?"

"What, you are...?"

"Shh!"

Before the other person could finish speaking, David hurriedly put his finger between his lips.

Although Harrington stopped speaking, the look of horror on his face did not disappear.

As a spy, he possesses extraordinary insight and memory.

During this period, David has repeatedly made a name for himself in front of people all over the world, so how could he not remember his voice?

Combined with his keen observation skills, he knew that the man's face was disguised.

So who else could it be but the famous Inspector General David in the IRS?

What puzzled him was why Inspector General David had come to see him.

Could it be that my identity as a spy has been discovered?

But that's not right either.

It is said that this Inspector General David is currently embroiled in a three-way struggle with the Freemasons, the Illuminati, and the Masonic Order. Where would he find the time to bother a spy like him?

Just as his mind was filled with confusion.

David spoke again: "Mr. Harrington, did you hear what I said? I don't want to repeat myself, understand?"

What do you want to talk about?

You'll find out.

"But my charity auction is still going on..."

So you mean you're rejecting me?

"Well... alright then, come with me!"

To be honest, Harrington didn't want to have anything to do with David at all, because he knew Ken wouldn't do anything good.

But considering that David had sent so many high-ranking people to prison, caused chaos in such a large Freemasonry organization, and his current status, he could only suppress his anger for the time being.

The two people, one after the other, quickly arrived at a private room.

After taking his seat, Harrington asked directly, "So, Inspector General David, what brings you here?"

"I know you have a lot of dealings with CIA Chief of Intelligence Sawyer. I need all the information about your interactions with him. Give it to me and I'll leave immediately, it's that simple!"

Upon hearing these remarks, Harrington maintained an outward calm, but inwardly he was in turmoil.

Now he finally understood why David had come to see him!

However, to be fair, he and Sawyer had many business dealings that few people in either country knew about; it was a top secret. How did Inspector General David find out?

and many more……

Harrington seemed to have thought of something terrible, and a glint of light flickered in his eyes.

What he was thinking was that if David could find out about his relationship with Sawyer, then he must also know about his identity as a spy.

If his identity is exposed, that would be a real problem.

His current position is entirely due to the enormous resources that Russia has invested in promoting him. If his identity were exposed, his country would also suffer great losses!

Thinking about all this, Harrington was unsettled, but on the surface, he still feigned innocence and replied, "Inspector David, I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just a businessman. How could I possibly know any CIA Director Sawyer?"

"Is that so, Mr. Harrington? Then let me ask you, on the 8th, 18th, and 25th of last month, you withdrew $8 million from your companies on three separate occasions. Where did these three sums of money go?"

David smiled, his eyes fixed on Harrington.

"Chief Inspector David, it's just 800 million. With my wealth, do you think there's anything wrong with spending that little bit of money?"

Harrington wasn't stupid. He was naturally afraid that David had only found a tiny clue and was trying to trick him into confessing. So, without any real, substantial evidence, he would deny it no matter what.

"No problem, but unfortunately you didn't spend it. Instead, you used it to bribe Director Sawyer, his superior, the deputy director in charge, and to get him to help you get in touch with the intelligence chief of MI6."

"After that, you received three pieces of intelligence."

"First, the United States will unite with European countries to provide Ukraine with Leopard 2 tanks, Patriot missile defense systems..."

"Secondly, the United States has no intention of joining forces with Middle Eastern countries to lower international oil prices, and the oil market will remain stable for some time to come."

"Third...am I right, Mr. Harrington?"

"We're all smart people. Now that I've found you, just give me what I want. Don't waste my time and breath anymore, understand?"

After David finished speaking, Harrington could no longer pretend to be indifferent.

At this moment, his face turned completely gloomy.

This Inspector General David not only investigated who he bribed, but also knew the information obtained through the bribery so clearly. It seems that he has solid evidence. How can he still deny it?

If he really wants to continue making excuses.

They could simply turn around and leave, then report the incident to the CIA or other National Security Agency.

Even if he tries to cover it up perfectly, as long as these two departments really want to investigate him, they will eventually find out the truth.

But if he really gives in to this Inspector David, wouldn't the unfortunate Sawyer be dragged down with him?

Harrington was caught in a dilemma.

"Don't worry, as long as you give me what I want, your identity as a spy or not is a matter for the CIA, NSA, and FBI, not for the IRS. Besides, I guarantee Sawyer won't drag you down with him, and you can still be a wealthy man!"

David noticed his hesitation and continued.

Upon hearing this, Harrington was now convinced.

It's not so much that he was persuaded, but rather that he had no other choice.

Although David is a bit ruthless, the IRS still provides guarantees in this regard, and David has never been known to go back on his word. Since the other party has made this promise, it should be valid.

At worst, he could simply leave the US and run back to China; that would be better than having his identity exposed and being subjected to coercive measures.

With that in mind, Harrington could only compromise, saying, "Alright, Inspector General David, I believe your promise. I'll give you a document regarding Director Sawyer, but it will take a little while."

"That's not a problem!"

Having finally dealt with the guy, David was in high spirits, a smile appearing on his lips.

But then, remembering something, he added, "Oh, right, Mr. Harrington, there's something else I'd like to ask you for a favor!"

"What is it?"

"I noticed you seemed quite familiar with Masco earlier, so I'd like you to invite him over. I need to speak with him!"

"What, you...?"

Harrington was stunned again.

Is it not enough that Inspector General David has already dealt with him? Will he also target Masco?

"Chief Inspector David, Mr. Masco was invited here today, so... this might not be appropriate!"

After thinking about it, Harrington still wanted to take the blame for Masco.

Masko is no ordinary person now; he wields considerable influence in both political and business circles and is hailed as a modern-day "Iron Man."

If he actually brings someone over and David messes with them, then it's no wonder they hate him.

Besides, his approach to Masco wasn't just about befriending him; he also wanted to extract some secrets about Masco's company, such as Starlink. If he offended Masco now, all his previous efforts would be in vain.

"Don't worry, he might even thank you after you bring him here. Go ahead!"

"You're about to lay a hand on them, and they're expecting to thank me?"

Harrington muttered something to himself, but having already said it, he dared not say no and could only nod helplessly.

(End of this chapter)