American tax officials

Chapter 56 They even dare to mess with the CIA?

"Tomorrow morning, law enforcement will be conducting a spot check. Please meet at the plaza downstairs at 6 a.m."

Upon hearing the words "law enforcement," the bespectacled man's expression immediately tightened.

Is it...

Has my identity been exposed?

But if they're exposed, shouldn't law enforcement come and arrest them directly? What's the point of random checks?

After a moment of internal struggle, the bespectacled man asked again, "Which law enforcement agency?"

"From the IRS."

"IRS... Okay, I understand!"

The bespectacled man, who had been quite worried, immediately relaxed.

The IRS is just in charge of taxes. As long as it's not the police, FBI, or CIA that come up, there's nothing to be afraid of!

……

"They probably think I'm just as busy as they are, what a shame!"

Lying in bed, David felt a pang of guilt as he thought about how Nison and the others were staying up all night monitoring the situation in the Constance residential area.

However, doing so is still necessary.

Nissen and the others had some room for imagination regarding their disappearance that night, believing that they too were using special means to find clues about the hacker.

Otherwise, it would be somewhat illogical to be able to immediately obtain all kinds of criminal information about those criminals as soon as we meet them.

"It's getting late..."

Gathering his scattered thoughts, David quickly drifted off to sleep.

At 5:23 a.m. the next morning, the alarm clock woke David up. He brushed his teeth, washed his face, hailed a taxi, and headed towards the Constance residential area.

Around 5:50, he arrived at the Constance residential area, went to the car parked not far from the entrance to monitor the rear of the car, and knocked on the back door.

With a snap, the back door opened, and Nissen stepped out.

Although he had slept all night, he was still quite energetic, holding a Starbucks coffee in his hand.

"How's it going? Anything alright?"

"No, everything's normal. It's almost six o'clock; they should be downstairs by now. Let's go over!"

David nodded, and the two walked toward the plaza of the Constance residential area.

When I arrived, there were already quite a few residents gathered here, and others were also arriving one after another from various buildings.

Bucky and the other members guarding the various exits also arrived at the scene.

"Everyone worked hard tonight."

"It's no trouble at all, it's what we should do. The most important thing is to find that jerk!"

Bucky and the others were a bit tired after staying up all night, but they didn't complain at all, as if it was their duty.

David nodded in acknowledgment, then said nothing more, turning to the residents present: "I'm so sorry to bother you all so early in the morning. Don't worry, it won't take up much of your time!"

"Don't bother us; cooperating with the IRS is the right thing to do."

"Yes, that's how it should be..."

"..."

If it were any other law enforcement agency, residents would likely be somewhat unhappy about being asked to conduct spot checks so early in the morning.

However, they all knew how powerful the IRS was, so they didn't dare to say anything in order to avoid trouble.

David said no more and began checking the information of the residents present.

[Name: Paul Christie]

Occupation: Chef.

Monthly income: $5200.

[Income Details: Salary and Bonuses...]

Tax payable: 0.

……

[Name: Sean Armstrong]

Occupation: Bartender.

Monthly income: $6000.

[Income Details: Salary and Bonuses...]

Tax payable: 0.

……

[Name: Danley Freeman]

Occupation: Makeup artist.

Monthly income: $7010.

[Income Details: Salary and Bonuses...]

Tax payable: 0.

【…】

Although David was quick in his screening, there were just too many people present, and he couldn't find the guy right away.

It wasn't until half an hour later, when his gaze fell upon a thin, bespectacled man, that his eyes suddenly lit up.

[Name: Coffdale Jay]

Occupation: Hacker.

Monthly income: US$80 million.

[Income Details: December 12, commissioned to hack into the Princeton Casino system, profiting $100,000; December 19, commissioned to hack into Newlandca Internet Company, profiting $200,000; December 26, commissioned to hack into the CIA's Xiong Guo website database, profiting $300,000...]

[More details: ...]

Tax payable: US$316800.

The beginning was fine, but when David saw the information about this man named Coffdale, he was quite surprised.

He had assumed that this guy, despite his top-notch skills, was just involved in shady dealings like illegal casinos and rigging up rival companies.

But I never expected this guy to be so audacious as to dare to mess with the CIA!

It's important to understand that while the CIA may not have as much power as the IRS, its methods are far more ruthless.

Countless terrorists and spies have fallen into their hands and been tortured to the point of wishing they were dead.

This guy is either extremely confident in his skills and thinks the CIA won't be able to track him down, or he's blinded by this huge sum of money!

Never mind, it has nothing to do with him anyway.

As long as this guy is willing to pay taxes to their IRS, he can naturally keep this secret for him.

Gathering his thoughts, David said to everyone, "Alright, everyone can go back now. Thank you for your cooperation!"

After he finished speaking, the residents turned and left.

Coffdale breathed a sigh of relief, but just as he was about to follow the crowd home, he suddenly felt someone tap him on the shoulder.

Turning around, he saw that the person who was afraid of him was none other than David, who had just spoken.

Looking at David's smiling face, he asked, puzzled, "Inspector, is there anything else?"

"Mr. Coffdale, would it be convenient for me to come to your house for a chat?"

Coffdale was startled. He had never said his name, so how did the IRS inspector know it?

Could it be that... they investigated him?

Or perhaps... they came specifically for him?

But no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't understand why the IRS was targeting him, since he hadn't evaded taxes or owed any.

"Don't worry, it's just a 'friendly' chat!"

"Well... okay..."

If he refuses after they've already said that, wouldn't that prove he has something to hide?

To avoid escalating the situation, Coffdale decided to agree first, wanting to hear what the IRS wanted from him.

David turned to Bucky and the others: "I haven't slept a wink all night. You can go back now. I'll explain this to Tax Chief Lewis after this case is closed, and each of your teams will receive $2 in tax revenue as a bonus!"

(End of this chapter)