American tax officials

Chapter 4 Why should I pay taxes?

Upon hearing this information, Anthony could no longer maintain his composure. His fists clenched unconsciously, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

It's one thing that the investigation bureau found out about his ex-wife and brother-in-law.

They've even managed to investigate Holt and Warren, and more importantly, they've uncovered the backgrounds of several of his accomplices.

Everyone knows how powerful the IRS is, and today he finally experienced it firsthand. They are indeed far superior to those idiots in the police department!

"Mr. Inspector, as a casino employee, I deal with many people every day, and it's inevitable that I'll forget some faces."

"But now that you mention it, I do remember. There are three friends involved in this robbery. Please give me a moment to talk to them and see if they understand the situation!"

Anthony knew very well that the IRS guys were not to be trifled with.

This group of people wields absolute power; even the president fears them.

Moreover, they now have so much evidence; if we continue to resist, we won't get away with it.

So he was prepared to compromise.

Of course, he was prepared to compromise, but he couldn't make the decision entirely on this matter; he needed to consult with his other associates first.

"Can!"

David glanced at his watch and said, "However, I need results by 5 PM. Mr. Anthony, you're a smart man; you should know what to do, right?"

"Don't worry, inspector, I understand!"

……

At the entrance of the Encar Casino.

Accompanied by the manager, Nissen and David came out and got into the car.

"David, have you investigated this case?"

Nissen couldn't wait to ask.

Judging from Anthony's expression just now, the so-called Paul, Holt, Warren and others are definitely not made up out of thin air!

These people are very likely Anthony's accomplices!

Otherwise, this guy wouldn't be in such a panic!

He just couldn't understand why, after all that effort, he had only managed to find out about Anthony's ex-wife and brother-in-law.

How did David find out about these three accomplices?

"I did investigate, and luckily I found some clues!"

David smiled and did not deny it.

"Well, you kept this from me for a long time! I never expected you to have your eye on this case too!"

"But speaking of which, how did you find out about those three guys?"

That's what Nissen really wants to know.

"You have your way, and I have mine!"

"Well... okay..."

Nissen hesitated for a moment, but seemed to understand what he meant, and ultimately did not press the matter further.

Within the IRS system, each tax inspector has their own methods for investigating taxes.

These methods may involve a great deal of shady dealings, or even illegal activities.

Therefore, it is only natural that David is unwilling to disclose the information.

Of course, the IRS doesn't care about this. As long as they can collect taxes and not make a big fuss, it doesn't matter what methods they use!

……

A bungalow in front of Fremont Street in the old town.

Anthony, who had rushed over from the Encar Casino, frowned slightly upon hearing the deafening music coming from inside.

"They're in a fucking mess, and they're still having fun!"

Anthony cursed and kicked the door open.

Inside the room, a dozen men and women were still engrossed in the music, completely unaware of the intruder.

It wasn't until the music stopped a second later that these people came to their senses.

When they discovered that the culprit behind all this was Anthony, they immediately began to hurl insults at him.

"Bang!"

Anthony didn't tolerate them. He picked up the gun on the table and fired a shot at the ceiling, instantly scaring the men into running away with their heads in their hands.

"Get the fuck out of here!"

No one dared to say anything more, and they immediately leaped out the door.

Soon, only a black man lying on the sofa remained at the scene.

Anthony walked over and kept slapping the man's face, repeatedly yelling "Wake up!"

Just then, two men walked in through the door.

One was rather thin, while the other was wearing a plaid shirt and looked rather fierce, with a bulging waist.

"Anthony, why did you call us over in such a hurry? What's going on?"

"I asked the man in the plaid shirt."

"Let's wake Holt up first!"

The man in the plaid shirt glanced at Holt on the sofa, then walked into the bathroom without saying a word.

Two or three minutes later, he came out carrying a bucket of water, went to Holt's side, grabbed his head and shoved it into the bucket.

"Cough cough cough..."

With a fit of violent coughing, Holt struggled to shake off the man in the plaid shirt's arm and looked around at his surroundings with a dazed expression.

"Anthony, Warren, Paul, what brings you here!"

"Wake up, something terrible has happened!"

Upon hearing Anthony's words, Warren and Paul's expressions darkened, while Holt, who was still in a daze, instantly sobered up.

"Anthony, what's going on?"

Anthony first walked to the door and closed it, then returned and said in a low voice, "The armored truck operation has been exposed!"

"What? The police found out?"

All three were startled and asked in unison.

"No, they're from the IRS!"

Upon hearing the words "IRS," the three men's minds went blank for a moment.

But Warren quickly realized what was happening, both relieved and exasperated, replying, "We robbed the armored truck of its money, what business is it of theirs?"

Anthony shrugged and replied helplessly, "It really does concern them. Here's what happened..."

Anthony recounted the details of the tax bill.

After hearing what he said, all three of them were dumbfounded.

They took a huge risk to plan this robbery, and now that they've finally succeeded, you're telling me they have to pay taxes to the IRS?

This is just too outrageous!

"I'll pay the hell out of you! Why should I?!"

As a gang member, Warren had a fiery temper and was Mexican, unlike native Americans, so he didn't have a complete understanding of the IRS.

All he knew was that he had risked his life to steal this money, and others wanted a share.

Even if the Heavenly King himself came, it wouldn't be a chance!

"Why should they? Because they can freeze our accounts at any time and send in armed forces to deal with us at any time!"

Anthony glanced at the arrogant Warren.

"Don't be impulsive, Warren. This is indeed outrageous and frustrating, but this is the United States. The IRS is not to be trifled with. They've got their eyes on us. We'd better compromise!"

Paul, being a native-born American, was well aware of the power of the IRS and was prepared to accept his fate.

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(End of this chapter)