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"Don't give me that nonsense. I'm just telling you to hurry up and transfer your registration, not to shut down your business. If it really causes company turmoil as you're saying, I believe 'someone' will handle it!"

David emphasized the word "someone" with a slight emphasis.

The people present were all seasoned business veterans, and they naturally understood what those two words meant.

David was telling them that if they couldn't handle the so-called company turmoil, the investors who had recently acquired shares in their company would take care of it for them!

But they were already wary of the capital that had recently acquired their company, so how could they accept this move of letting the wolf into their house?

"Chief Inspector David, this is our company; we'd rather not trouble certain outsiders with our business!"

"Then you'd better do as I say!"

David gave a reprimand and continued coldly, "Since we've come this far, I'll be frank. I'll give you a maximum of three days. I don't care what methods you use, you must bring all your companies registered in offshore tax havens back here. Otherwise, don't blame me for taking coercive measures!"

After he finished speaking, the atmosphere fell into a deathly silence.

At this moment, everyone was incredibly angry at David's words, but fortunately, reason still held them back, preventing them from saying anything that would escalate the situation.

"Alright, you can go now. Remember what I said, you only have three days!"

Gates stared intently at David for three seconds, his Adam's apple bobbing for a while before he still couldn't say anything. Finally, he stood up and walked out.

Upon seeing him leave, everyone else followed suit.

"Look, Gates and the others are coming out!"

"What exactly did they talk about at the IRS? Why do they all look so dark?"

"I don't know what they talked about, but I'm sure it wasn't anything good for them!"

They saw Gates and the others come out.

The reporters stationed there, while curious, also picked up their microphones and stepped forward to ask questions.

But right now, these people were furious with David and had to figure out how to deal with the relocation issue, so they had no interest in being interviewed. One by one, they left under the escort of their respective bodyguards.

……

Capitol Hill Hotel.

Gates, Jeff, and others were gathered in a suite, discussing their next course of action.

"Haha, which of us here isn't a company worth hundreds of billions or trillions? With such a large scale, you think he can just move it back in three days?"

"Hmph, look at how arrogant he was just now. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was the current president of the United States!"

"I won't give in, let's see what he can do to me!"

"..."

The extraterritorial tax avoidance law has deprived them of their means of tax avoidance overseas, resulting in significant losses.

Now, all they want is to delay paying taxes for a few more days, but David won't even agree to that. No wonder they're furious.

"Gates, what are your thoughts?"

Unlike the others who were constantly grumbling, Jeff looked at the once-powerful richest man.

Gates stroked his chin and said in a deep voice, "Judging from this bastard's tone, he's not joking. If we can't transfer the account back by the agreed time, given his personality, it's hard to guarantee what he might do..."

After these words were spoken, the room fell even quieter, and even those who had been complaining earlier were silent for a moment.

If you think about it calmly, David is now someone who dares to rub the Freemasons, the Unsa Group, and the Illuminati behind them into the ground.

If they dare not do as this bastard says, then they can forget about the group behind them protecting them.

"But……"

Jeff was about to say something when his cell phone suddenly rang, and almost at the same time, the phones of many other people present also started ringing.

The group exchanged glances, then tacitly stopped talking and answered the phone.

"What! People from the Ministry of Commerce are at our headquarters?"

"People from the Ministry of Land and Resources are here. What do they want?"

"Damn it, what is the Immigration Department trying to do!"

"..."

Inside the suite, sounds of surprise and cursing rose and fell.

A few minutes later, everyone put down their phones, but everyone's faces looked extremely grim.

Gates then looked at Jeff and asked, "What's the situation on your end?"

"People from the Immigration Department, the Ministry of Commerce, and the Ministry of Land and Resources came to our headquarters, saying they wanted to discuss the relocation of our household registration. They also said that all of the group's businesses would be unable to operate until the registered address was moved back."

"Me too..."

"Me too."

"The same."

Everyone gave the same answer.

Gates shook his head, stood up, buttoned his suit jacket, and walked towards the door.

Where are you going?

Jeff was a little confused and quickly called out to him.

"Back to headquarters to handle the household registration transfer."

"Are you really going to move the registered address back within three days as he demands?"

Do you think we have a choice right now?

"this……"

Gates' words left everyone present speechless.

Yes, people from several departments went directly to their headquarters and forcibly ordered them not to operate until their accounts were transferred back. What could they do?

We can't just close down and go down the drain, can we?

That would only lead to even greater losses!

Having realized this, the people present had nothing more to discuss, and they all left after Gates departed.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

After careful consideration, the heads of the various companies still did not dare to go against the State Taxation Administration.

Ultimately, the major companies registered overseas quickly relocated their registrations back to their home countries.

Upon seeing this result, both Obadiah and Davey at the IRS breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems these giants are quite sensible.

Since they've chosen to move their household registration back, let's patiently observe how the tax revenue will be handled.

……

A week later, in the IRS conference room.

Obadiah, Donald David, and other high-ranking officials were present. The atmosphere was somewhat quiet, with people occasionally glancing towards the door, seemingly waiting for someone to be seated there.

at last.

Ten minutes later, a man walked in holding a report. The man was none other than Kandona, the head of the economic and tax department.

"Director, gentlemen, after the major companies relocated their offices back, the preliminary report is out. The tax avoidance law has added $5633.32 billion in taxes."

Upon hearing Candona's words, everyone present's eyes lit up.

The tax revenue generated by the bill is now roughly in line with their previous expectations.

"Wait, Candona, are you sure this data is accurate?"

Donald knew the nature of those companies well, which is why he asked that question.

"This... the data was reported by the major corporations, and we also have dedicated auditors who have checked the accounts, so the discrepancies shouldn't be too significant!"

Although Candona said there was no problem, there was still a hint of uncertainty in his words.

Even with the enactment of laws on tax avoidance in other locations, the legal and tax departments of major corporations are not to be underestimated. There is still a possibility of loopholes being exploited, and he can't guarantee anything.

"Chief, although our people have already investigated, I don't think these capitalists will be so honest. How about... we send an investigation team from headquarters to Silicon Valley and investigate again?"

Donald suggested.

Silicon Valley has such a large economy that the IRS naturally needs to make sure there are no problems; they can't let these capitalists manipulate things.

"Can!"

Obadiah nodded, then looked at David: "Inspector General David, is there anything to add?"

"It would be safer to send an investigation team to confirm it again."

To be honest, David wasn't entirely at ease with these capitalists either, and it would be best to double-check if possible.

"Alright, that's settled then. By the way, how's it going on Wall Street?"

"Everything is proceeding normally, but the midterm elections are becoming increasingly urgent. I can only remotely manage things on Wall Street now. My focus will be on the elections from now on."

"Yes, the reason why the three major groups are not getting too entangled in the foundation and the relocation issue is that they want to regain control of Congress through the midterm elections. That way, they will have the possibility of taking back everything. So we can't let them succeed. You'll have to take good care of this matter from now on. If you need anything, just let us know."

"Understood, Chief."

……

After the meeting, David returned to his office and called Keppel in, asking, "Are the preparations for the midterm elections complete? Where should I begin?"

Keppel placed a document in front of David, opened it, and pointed to it, saying, "This is the information on the New York State Senate candidates. Currently, the two senators with the highest approval ratings in New York are Longman, who is not only a current senator but also a Freemason, and former Nevada Governor Stevenson..."

"Stevenson..."

Upon hearing this name, David not only recalled the series of events in which he led his team to kill the other party's son and then single-handedly brought him down.

After that, I heard that he went to New York State to run for Congress, but there were too many things to do after that, so David didn't have time to pay much attention to him anymore.

"According to CIA and NSA data, given the negative news about this former governor in Nevada, it would have been difficult for him to gain a high approval rating. However, his team changed their strategy and focused on the support of the victims of the black tax law, namely the criminals. Relying on the support of criminals throughout New York State, he was able to increase his approval rating."

"I see... So what do I need to do?"

"According to the information, several major crime bosses in New York State have reached an agreement with him to help him win over the votes of criminals throughout the state, while also providing him with a political donation. If we can obtain this information, we can thwart his election aspirations!"

"Is that so...? Okay, then help me arrange my itinerary. I'm going to New York in two days!"

David thought for a moment and then said.

Actually, he already had dirt on Stevenson back in Nevada, but that dirt was no longer suitable for dealing with the current Stevenson.

To destroy Stevenson, who is currently running for senator, it would indeed be necessary to use damaging information related to this election.

……

Two days later, somewhere in New York, at an underground bank.

Just as the accountant and a large number of staff were busy counting the banknotes, a sudden loud explosion startled everyone.

"Hands up! Put your hands where I can see them!!"

Before these people could react, countless heavily armed men rushed in.

Upon seeing such a display of force, the security personnel who had regained their senses were ready to draw their guns and retaliate. However, when they saw the IRS insignia on the armed men, they immediately abandoned the idea and raised their hands high.

Meanwhile, about fifty meters outside the money exchange, several cars were parked on a road, and in the middle of a Cadillac Beast, David, Munson, Jerry, and several others were sitting.

"It's safe inside."

Listening to Munson's report, David, wearing sunglasses, put down his crossed legs, got out of the car, and walked in the opposite direction of the money exchange.

After entering, David glanced around the scene until his gaze fell on a man lying on the ground, half-dead with fear, before he stopped.

He then walked over, helped the man up, brushed the dust off his suit, and said with a kind expression, "You must be the manager here?"

"Yes, that's me. May I ask what brings you here?"

"The IRS has contacted you about one thing: taxes. But we'll talk about that later. I'd like to ask you for some other information first."

"What information?"

David didn't speak, but instead took a slip of paper from his pocket, handed it to him, and said, "I need all the business information about these people here!"

The man picked up the note, glanced at it, and then shook his head vigorously, replying, "I'm sorry, this involves our customers' privacy, and I cannot disclose it to you!"

"Fuck you..."

Munson was about to go up and teach him a lesson, but David stopped him.

David looked at the man with a calm expression and said, "You earn $15 a month, and your tax liability is $42000. That means that under the tax evasion law, you've been evading $42000 in taxes every month. Do you know what that means?"

The man stared wide-eyed, clearly surprised that David knew so much about his finances.

But he quickly retorted, "According to the terms of your IRS's tax evasion law, if you're suspected of tax evasion, you can just pay the outstanding taxes and a fine, it's not a big deal, is it?" (End of Chapter)