American tax officials

David smiled and nonchalantly retorted, "Why do you think this tax avoidance bill passed both houses of Congress? Or are you smarter than those congressmen?"

These words struck Mo Ang as if he had been electrocuted, freezing him in place.

On the surface, David was talking about the tax haven bill and the members of Congress, but what he was really saying was to point out that if he couldn't even protect him, then why would those members of Congress have willingly voted for that bill?

Are they idiots?

"Okay, I'm willing to cooperate with you!"

After careful consideration, Mo Ang made his choice, and in the following time, he revealed the foundation's detailed information.

"Okay, then you can go back now and bring me a copy of these documents."

Mo Ang didn't linger any longer and turned to leave.

Shortly after he left, the deputy director who had spoken earlier came in again and asked, "How did it go, Chief Inspector David? How did your talk with Manager Mo Ang go?"

Wall Street was in his jurisdiction, so he certainly knew what Moang did.

When he first heard that David wanted to find Moang, he was quite shocked. After all, the Foundation was protected by various laws and was definitely a tough nut to crack.

But seeing Mo Ang leave looking like he'd been thoroughly humiliated, it was hard not to be curious.

Could it be that this Inspector General David has even managed to crack such a tough nut as the Foundation?

"It's alright. By the way, Deputy Director Neham, as usual, could you please contact 'Dobigam' from Wall Street and have him come over here?"

Nehm was startled again upon hearing this.

Dobighan, of course, knew that he was also the manager of a Wall Street foundation.

But that's not the key point. The key point is that the foundation this guy controls belongs to the Rockefeller family, a core member of the Freemasonry group.

Inspector General David just talked to Moang, is he going to turn around and target the Rockefeller family's foundation?

"Is there a problem, Chief Neham?"

"No...no, I'll go and inform them right away!"

Nehm didn't dare ask any more questions and turned to leave to take care of things.

About an hour later, Nehm walked in with a middle-aged man in a suit.

Like Moang before him, the foundation manager named Dobigam was also taken aback when he first met David because he had not been notified in advance.

But the thought of the foundation's impeccable system calmed him down.

"Alright, you go first, I have other things to do..."

After bringing the person in, Nehm wisely turned and left, closing the door behind him.

"Mr. Dobigam, do you know why I called you here?"

"Inspector General David, please be clear."

"..."

In the time that followed, David used almost the same methods he had used against Moang to deal with Dobigam.

Upon hearing that so much of his foundation's data had been revealed, Dobigam was already sweating profusely. After weighing the pros and cons, he gritted his teeth and said, "If I agree, are you sure you can guarantee my safety?"

"Of course."

"good!"

Dobighan had no choice but to agree, and then revealed more details about the foundation he controlled.

About half an hour later.

The office door opened, and Dobigam walked out like a wilted eggplant, while Nehm, who had been waiting nearby, showed a look of shock on his face.

First it was Moang, and then it was Dobigam, the Rockefeller family's right-hand man on Wall Street.

These two top Wall Street managers both seem to have suffered a setback.

Could it be that David really managed to take down both of these major foundations?

Nehm had been somewhat skeptical before, but now that both of his managers seemed deflated, he had no choice but to accept it.

"Deputy Director Neham!"

Just as he was still pondering, David came out of his office, and Nehm could only put aside his thoughts and reply, "What is it, Inspector General David?"

"I'll need to trouble you to invite one more person over."

"Who?"

"Kronin Ansel!"

"Kronin Ansel!"

Nehm was stunned once again.

Because this Cronin Ansel is no ordinary person; he is a core member of the Freemason group and the head of the Zade family's foundation on Wall Street!

Nehm collected his thoughts, led David into his office, closed the door, and cautiously asked, "Inspector General David, it may be offensive, but I must ask you, what exactly do you want with these people?"

He knew that what David was going to do was unusual, but David hadn't explained it to him in detail, which was obviously inconvenient for him to reveal.

But Wall Street is, after all, under his jurisdiction, and it's not just the Freemasons; 9% of the foundations of America's wealthy are located here.

If anything goes wrong, it will cause a nationwide uproar.

So even though he knew that what David was going to do was not something that could be easily revealed, Neham still couldn't help but ask.

"It's nothing, just a tax audit!"

"Tax audit?"

Nehm's eyes were full of doubt.

He had heard that the three major groups were working hard to influence the midterm elections in order to regain control of Congress.

At this critical juncture, David should be focusing on the midterm elections, not investigating the foundation's tax issues on Wall Street.

Unless... the foundation is involved in the midterm elections!

Thinking about it carefully, this is quite possible. If the Freemasons want to manipulate the midterm elections, the funds will most likely flow out from Wall Street.

David's stated purpose was to investigate taxes, but in reality, it was to cut off this group's campaign funding chain, which is reasonable!

In an instant, Nehm understood the crux of the matter.

"Don't ask any more questions, Deputy Commissioner Neham. This matter is very important to our IRS. Just do as I say!"

"And I guarantee this will benefit you. If I can handle these people, all the resulting tax revenue will belong to your jurisdiction!"

When he heard the previous part, Nehm was still somewhat emotional.

But when he heard that the taxes generated would ultimately go to him, his mind was instantly filled with joy.

Each of these foundations has tens or hundreds of billions of dollars in funds.

If there really were a way to collect their taxes, what an astronomical figure it would be if all of it were added together.

He couldn't imagine it!

and many more……

After his initial euphoria, Nehm quickly calmed down and asked, "Alright, alright, Inspector General David, I won't ask questions I shouldn't, but I'd like to confirm one thing: do you really have a way to collect taxes from these foundations?"

"Don't worry, the foundation isn't invincible either. I'll handle it!"

"Okay, I'm relieved to hear that!"

Having received the assurance, Nehm stopped wasting time and left with high hopes to work for David!

……

In the blink of an eye, two days have passed.

In the past two days, David has obtained detailed data on all the foundations on Wall Street, except for the Freemason group, such as the Illuminati and the Unsa Group.

In the coming period, as long as David announces a tax investigation into these foundations, he will not only be able to reap a huge amount of tax revenue, but more importantly, he will be able to cut off the flow of funds from the three major groups to the election through these foundations!

The people in the three major groups will be driven crazy by that!

Thinking of this, David smiled, then walked out of his office, found Nehm, and said, "Deputy Director Nehm, please make arrangements for me. I'm going to Wall Street to hold a press conference there!"

"Hold a press conference on Wall Street... Okay, I'll arrange it right away!"

……

Wall Street, this narrow street in Manhattan, New York City, is not only the heart of global finance, but also an epitome of dreams and ambitions.

On the street, crowds surged, and financial elites dressed in sharp suits and carrying exquisite briefcases hurried by, their steps revealing an unspoken urgency and confidence.

Looking up and around, skyscrapers stand side by side, each one a symbol of financial power. Their glass curtain walls gleam in the sunlight, reflecting the busy yet orderly scene around them.

A huge electronic screen hangs on the exterior wall of the building, displaying real-time stock market quotes, exchange rate fluctuations, and various financial news. The constantly changing numbers and charts attract the attention of passersby and also stir the hearts of countless investors.

Just then, three cars drove in one after another and stopped in front of the Charging Bull statue, a symbol of Wall Street.

The doors of the two cars opened, and eight special agents in suits and sunglasses stepped out, instantly attracting the attention of many tourists who had come from afar.

"That's... Inspector General David! Inspector General David has arrived!"

The tourists initially thought it was a politician or a powerful figure arriving, but when they saw the figure getting out of the Cadillac Beast in the middle, they screamed instantly.

Immediately afterwards, these people took out their phones, turned on the cameras, and started snapping photos.

"Is this Wall Street?!"

David, who got off the bus, looked around at the scene and was filled with emotion. Although he had been to New York many times, this was the first time he had set foot on Wall Street.

"Inspector General David, this is the iconic Charging Bull of Wall Street. The Charging Bull is a symbol of 'strength and courage,' and its existence signifies that as long as the Charging Bull stands, the stock market will remain in a bull market."

"When the Charging Bull was created, Di Modica hoped to bring confidence and hope to the stock market, which was in a slump at the time. Today, the Charging Bull has become one of the must-visit attractions for tourists from all over the world when they come to New York. People believe that touching the Charging Bull will bring good luck and wealth, which is why you can see so many tourists here now..."

Nehm, who had come along, was explaining things to David at length.

Meanwhile, across from the New York Stock Exchange, a large number of media outlets had arrived and were waiting after receiving a message from the Manhattan branch of the police department.

"What? You're saying IRS Inspector General David is on Wall Street?"

"Isn't Inspector General David in Washington, D.C.? When did he come to New York, and even trespass on Wall Street?"

"Now that David is here, does that mean he's the 'protagonist' of this press conference...?"

The reporters from various media outlets were patiently waiting when they suddenly received a phone call, which surprised them all.

60 Wall Street, home to the headquarters of JP Morgan Bank.

In order to win this midterm election, Joshua has been stationed here for the past few days to ensure that every penny of the group's funds reaches the team of the candidates they support safely and without error.

While he was still busy verifying financial data, his assistant suddenly came up to him and said in a panic, "It's bad, Mr. Joshua, David from the IRS is on Wall Street, and he's supposed to hold a press conference here soon."

"What did you say?!"

Upon hearing this, Joshua paled slightly, then abruptly stood up and asked, "How is this possible? Wasn't he in Washington, D.C.? When did he arrive in New York?"

David came to New York secretly this time, so not only did no one know about him, but the whole world thought that David was still in the IRS headquarters in Washington, D.C.

"Well... I'm not sure, but he's definitely here. He's currently at the Charging Bull on Wall Street, and many tourists have already taken pictures of him. There's no doubt about it!"

After receiving confirmation again, Joshua sat down with a gloomy expression.

Regardless of when David arrived in New York, the fact that this bastard is here and is even holding a press conference here openly means it's definitely not a good thing.

After thinking for a few minutes, Joshua suddenly spoke up: "Notify everyone to immediately erase all financial data. Furthermore, from this moment on, all our funds are to be stopped and no more foreign exchange is permitted!"

It must be said that Joshua does have a brain.

With the midterm elections in full swing, and David suddenly appearing on Wall Street, there's only one explanation he can think of.

That means they might very well want to cut off campaign funds flowing out from here!

But then again, if that's really the case, then that move is quite vicious.

Funding is the most important thing in midterm elections. Once the funding chain is cut off, the candidates he supports will be unable to move an inch in no time.

What other path will there be but defeat?

"Yes."

After his assistant left, Joshua immediately picked up the phone and notified the people inside the group.

In fact, they didn't even need to notify anyone. Such important news was known to the Freemasons, the Ansar Group, and the Illuminati immediately.

Soon after learning the news, they guessed that David wanted to cut off their midterm campaign funding, and they all became worried. (End of Chapter)