American tax officials

Chapter 5: The FBI is no match for the IRS.

The two men's successive remarks silenced Warren for a moment, but the dissatisfaction on his face showed that he was not entirely prepared to compromise.

At this point, Paul asked, "Anthony, in that case, how much of the $100 million we stole do we need to hand over?"

"I checked. This newly introduced black tax law has the same tax rate as the normal tax collected by the IRS. For our $100 million, we'll have to pay about 40%!"

"40 percentage points..."

Warren and Holt's faces turned a deep purplish-red, while Warren's face was extremely gloomy.

40 percentage points.

In other words, of the 100 million they stole, they have to pay nearly 40 to the IRS!

And most importantly.

They're risking their lives for this job.

The IRS, on the other hand, easily took half of the stolen money, which not only caused them financial pain but also created an extreme sense of imbalance in their minds.

"If all else fails, just get rid of that inspector!"

Warren couldn't stand the frustration any longer and gritted his teeth as he drew the gun from his waist.

This move terrified Anthony and his two companions.

Take out the IRS inspectors?

What a joke!

Isn't this like an old man who's tired of living?

"Don't act impulsively, Warren. In the US, you can kill police officers, FBI agents, or even CIA personnel, but you can't touch IRS agents; they'll retaliate fiercely against you!"

"Yeah, Warren, you can't touch the IRS. Haven't you heard about Agent Kiki from the DEA?"

The beginning was fine.

Upon hearing Agent Kiki's name, Warren, who had been furious, suddenly calmed down, and even a hint of fear flashed in his eyes!

As a Mexican, he had certainly heard about DEA (Denis Agency for Drugs and Crime) agent Kiki.

In the 80s, this detective was arrested by drug lords while investigating them and was subjected to inhumane torture for over 30 hours.

When the DEA found out, they launched a brutal retaliation, which led to the collapse of the largest drug cartel organization at the time overnight, and other drug lords, big and small, were either killed or arrested.

From that point on, the DEA became a nightmare for drug lords and criminals throughout Mexico.

Warren wasn't fully aware of the power of the IRS, but the name DEA was ingrained in his very being.

"Wait... what does this have to do with DEA?"

Warren suppressed his fear and asked a question.

"What I'm telling you is that the DEA is nowhere near the top of the law enforcement agencies in the United States; it's far inferior to the FBI and CIA!"

"And the IRS—let alone the DEA, even if the FBI and CIA were all combined, they might not be able to beat them!"

"Think about it, messing with people in the DEA wiped out your Mexican drug cartel overnight, so what would happen if you messed with IRS inspectors!"

Hearing Anthony's explanation...

At that moment, Warren felt a chill run down his spine, but still asked incredulously, "It can't be that bad, it's just the IRS after all..."

"Warren, our IRS is different from your country and other countries. The federal constitution gives them the power to collect taxes with armed force."

"Once he sets his sights on you, there's no other way but to pay taxes. Every American knows that..."

Anthony's implication was that...

You, Warren, aren't American, so of course you don't know how powerful the IRS is.

"Yeah, Warren, you've heard of Al Capone, haven't you?"

"He was the biggest mob godfather in the US at the time; not only the police and the FBI, but even the president couldn't do anything about him!"

"But do you know how he ended up in prison?"

Paul added, while Warren listened intently with a serious expression.

"It was a joint effort by the president and several FBI departments that got the IRS involved. The IRS sent in undercover agents who spent three years gathering evidence before finally sending Al Capone to jail on charges of tax evasion!"

"If the IRS hadn't done anything to us, things would have been fine, but now that they have, we'd better just pay our taxes honestly. There's no point in resisting!"

Warren fell silent. It was true that he had a bad temper and didn't want to pay taxes.

But now that he knows how ruthless the IRS is, he's not stupid enough to think about resorting to a hardline approach like killing to silence them.

After all, no matter how good the US dollar is, you still need to be alive to spend it!

"Alright, the IRS has given us an ultimatum. Don't delay any longer, get the money ready!"

Although Warren did not answer directly, Anthony had already discerned his decision and therefore made his own decision immediately.

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The IRS Lakes District Office is located at 67 Monarch Avenue.

It occupies an area roughly the size of a football field and is divided into five floors.

The first floor is the tax reception hall, the second floor is the canteen, the third floor is the office of the inspectors, the fourth floor is the office space for the director, deputy director and other senior executives, and the fifth floor is the conference room.

Meanwhile, the third floor was bustling with activity.

A large number of criminals were brought back here by the tax inspectors and subjected to continuous tax-related questioning.

On the west side of the third floor, in an adjoining office space.

Nissen propped his legs up on the table, twirling a pen between his fingers, and asked thoughtfully, "It's already 4 o'clock. Do you think those guys are up to something else?"

"Don't worry, they can't pull any tricks!"

David, who was leisurely sipping his coffee, didn't seem worried at all.

He had so much information on these guys that if they didn't comply, he could simply arrest them and then slowly find their assets or freeze their accounts.

Anyway, there are plenty of ways to make these guys cough up this tax!

Let's see if these guys know what's good for them!

"Inspector David, these gentlemen say they want to see you!"

Just as the two were talking, a shout came from behind them.

The two turned around and looked.

It turned out to be a tax receptionist on the first floor, and behind her were four people wearing hats, sunglasses and masks.

Upon seeing these four people, David and Nissen instantly perked up.

Although the four people were well disguised, the two men recognized them immediately. The one in the lead was Anthony, whom they had met not long ago!

Now that these four people have come here...

That means they have most likely compromised!

"Inspector David, it's me!"

Anthony, fearing he wouldn't be recognized, reminded him.

"Okay, go ahead and tell me!"

"Here's the thing, we can pay this tax, but we need a commitment!"

Tell me about it!

"I hope this doesn't reach the police station or the FBI; we don't want to go to jail!"

Upon hearing this, David and Nissen couldn't help but exchange a smile.

David then turned to David and said, "Mr. Anthony, I think you're already familiar with our black tax law, aren't you?"

I just got a private message from the site, brothers. I've already applied for a contract.

(End of this chapter)