American tax officials

Chapter 39 Who is the fat sheep?

Lewis received $7, and he was worried about where to spend it, so he figured he might as well spend it!

"what?"

Nissen's brain short-circuited.

Is this how you squander the hard-earned public funds?

Just this ten thousand dollars—if he had it, how much intelligence data could he buy!

That's such a waste!

"Hello sir, your personal butler is at your service!"

The two were still whispering when a composed and dignified-looking man walked over.

He wore a finely tailored tuxedo, the delicate black fabric smooth as silk, its elegant lines outlining his tall and upright figure.

On the front of his tuxedo, rows of gleaming silver buttons were neatly arranged, creating a striking contrast with the pristine white of his shirt. A silk black bow tie was tied at the collar of his shirt, showcasing the professionalism and elegant demeanor of a five-star hotel butler.

"Can I check in now?"

"Of course, please follow me!"

The butler gestured for them to proceed, leading them to the elevator. He then pressed the button and the three of them went up to room 5188 on the 5th floor.

The butler in a tuxedo took out a room key and slowly opened the door to the presidential suite.

What comes into view is a spacious and luxurious space.

The room was covered with a thick red carpet that felt soft and comfortable underfoot, and the walls were adorned with valuable oil paintings that complemented the furniture and decorations.

At the heart of the suite is a huge living room furnished with luxurious sofas and chairs, and a massive crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the entire room.

One side of the living room is a spacious dining room, furnished with a rectangular dining table and matching chairs, which can accommodate multiple people dining at the same time.

Whether in his past life or this one, this was the first time David had ever stayed in a suite of this caliber, which made him take a few more glances at it.

"Gentlemen, it's breakfast time. Would you like something to eat?"

David thought for a moment and said, "Give me a Wellington steak, medium-rare!"

"Give me one too!"

Nissen followed suit, but then seemed to remember something and added, "By the way, what year is the oldest Lafite you have here?"

"Sir, the oldest Lafite we have here is from 92!"

The butler's answer slightly disappointed Nissen; he had wanted the whole bottle of '82. He quickly composed himself and replied, "Then let's have the whole bottle of '92. Let him wake up for 15 minutes first!"

"Yes, sir..."

After answering, the butler did not immediately turn and leave, but instead looked at the two of them with a suggestive gaze.

David then realized what was happening and quickly took out a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and handed it over.

In the United States, tipping is not only a cultural practice, but it's also enshrined in law.

However, generally speaking, giving $5, $10, or $20 is enough; it's rare to see someone like David give $100 at once.

It's not that he's showing off; it's just that it's public funds, so why not use it?

"Thank you, sir!"

Such a generous gesture delighted the butler, who respectfully thanked him and then turned to gently close the door.

David looked at Nissen, a half-smile on his face, and said, "Weren't you just talking about luxury? Now you've even got a '92 Lafite. You sure know how to enjoy life!"

Nissen chuckled and replied, "The money's already spent, wouldn't it be a waste not to enjoy it?"

"Then enjoy yourself! We have the whole day!"

It's morning now, no one would choose to have that kind of fun at this time, and it would also arouse the suspicion of that gang.

Therefore, David planned to wait until evening to take action.

……

Half an hour later, two Wellington steaks and a bottle of 92 Lafite that had been rested were brought in.

It must be said that the steak at this five-star hotel is of exceptionally high quality, with tender meat that melts in your mouth.

Paired with a superb 92 Lafite, only three words came to mind for the two of them!

Beautiful!

With their combined efforts, a bottle of Lafite was quickly emptied. Perhaps due to its aging, the wine was quite potent, leaving both of them feeling slightly tipsy.

But that's okay, they have plenty of time today.

It's not too late to take a nap first!

After all, it's only morning!

The bed in the presidential suite was very soft and comfortable, and the two woke up in the evening.

David and Nissen were both quite captivated by the taste of Lafite, but with work approaching, they dared not drink any more and could only order a Japanese meal to fill their stomachs.

After taking a shower and watching TV, the time quickly came to 9 o'clock.

With everything ready, David picked up the small card and dialed one of the numbers on it.

Meanwhile, about five kilometers away from Caesars Resort, in a bungalow.

Four men and five women were sitting on a sofa in the living room. Some were playing cards, two were playing chess, and a few were watching television.

There were also several cell phones, peanuts, beer, and other items on the table.

"Beep beep beep..."

Just as everyone was doing their own thing, one of the phones rang, causing everyone to stop what they were doing and fall silent.

Sitting on the left, a mixed-race woman with dark skin and fair complexion picked up the phone, pressed the answer button, and spoke in a voice that was irresistibly sweet and childlike: "Hello!"

"What services do you offer?"

"Excuse me, sir, where are you right now?"

"I'm at Caesars Resort, room 5188!"

Because it was on speakerphone, all four men and five women present lit up when they heard the room number.

Those who frequent this resort are well aware of what room 5188 is.

This is the presidential suite!

This means that the opponent is a fat sheep this time. If we can take down this fat sheep, we will definitely make a fortune!

"Yes, sir, what style would you like?"

What styles are available?

"We have blondies and blue-eyed people, Asians, and people of mixed European and African descent... If your description isn't enough, we can send you photos for you to choose from!"

"Okay, then send it over and let me take a look!"

"Okay, please wait a moment..."

At Caesars Resort, David's phone quickly received five photos.

That's right, they were the five women whose information had been provided by their department's intelligence division. He said into the phone, "Then let's get number 3!"

"Yes, sir. We offer a special costume service. Would you like a lady to wear specific attire?"

"Black stockings!"

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(End of this chapter)