American tax officials

Chapter 62 It's Your Turn, Lin Qi

Maggie's expression changed slightly as she asked, "What will happen if I hand it in?"

"According to the Tax Evidence Act, if you become a taxpayer of our IRS, we are responsible for keeping your identity confidential, unless you are discovered by the CIA yourself!"

"You know who I am. If you hand me over to the CIA, they'll be extremely grateful!"

Maggie still didn't completely believe David's words.

"grateful?"

David chuckled dismissively, rubbed his thumb and forefinger together in front of her, and replied, "What the IRS wants is money. What good is the CIA's gratitude?"

These words left Maggie speechless for a moment.

"Don't worry, the IRS operates on principles. Once we've taken the money, we definitely won't make things difficult for you, and your identity will never be leaked through us!"

After a moment's thought, Maggie replied, "Alright, since you've put it that way, I have no other choice!"

In this situation, she really has no choice but to compromise.

David smiled and extended his right hand: "Thank you for your cooperation!"

……

It was around 1 p.m.

Maggie arrived at the station and brought the $282400 that needed to be paid.

After David checked everything and confirmed it was correct, he issued her a tax invoice and completed the filing process, thus closing the case.

With the completion of the tax filing process, the tax performance rankings have been updated again.

David's group now has a total tax revenue of $1759268, and its national ranking has risen from 156th to 122nd!

We've taken another big step closer to making it into the top 100 in the country!

"What's our next step?"

Nissen knew they had no more cases on their hands, and they were so close to the top 100 in the country, so he really wanted to make a final push.

David opened the files that the intelligence department had just delivered, looked at them for a few minutes, and said, "Go to the Kaigorin Avenue community!"

The Kaigorin Avenue community is the same community where Ibrahim lived last time.

David and Nissen arrived more than half an hour later.

After parking the car, the two walked to a house and rang the doorbell.

About two or three minutes later, the door opened, and a girl of about 13 or 4 years old looked at the two people in front of her and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Mr. Atley!"

Atley was Lynch's accountant, the antique money launderer.

Lynch is no ordinary person; the IRS name alone might not be enough to intimidate him. Therefore, David plans to collect evidence of his crimes first.

When the time comes, if this guy is difficult to deal with, David will just throw out all the evidence, and he'll have no choice but to comply!

"Dad, someone's looking for you!"

The girl shouted, and a man who was reading a newspaper in the hall got up and walked over. Looking at the two of them with a puzzled expression, he asked, "Who are you?"

[Name: Atley Wildre]

Occupation: Accountant.

Monthly income: $11000 USD (illegal income: $6 USD).

[Income Details: December 6, helped Lynch Aldrich tamper with the ledgers, profiting $3000; December 12, helped Lynch create false ledgers, profiting $3000...]

[More details: ...]

Tax payable: US$15000.

David flashed his tax badge and said, "We're IRS inspectors, and we'd like to speak with you, Mr. Atley, for a few minutes!"

"From the IRS?"

Atleyton stayed.

He is different from ordinary people.

He works as an accountant and is extremely sensitive to tax matters, so he is well aware that his own tax situation is not problematic on the surface.

If you have no problems with your tax affairs on the surface.

And then the IRS inspectors came knocking again. Could it be... that black tax bill recently passed by Congress?

In an instant, he realized the reason, but to test the waters, he feigned innocence and asked, "I wonder what business the two inspectors have with me?"

"Mr. Atley, can't we go inside and talk further?"

"certainly!"

Atley paused for a moment, then quickly gestured for them to proceed.

Once inside, David wasn't reserved at all. He casually sat down on the sofa and stared directly at Atley across from him, saying, "Mr. Atley, you're an accountant, so I think you should have heard that Congress passed a bill last month called the Black Tax Act!"

"Yes, I've heard of this bill. It stipulates that from now on, whether it's fraud, robbery, or even freebies, you'll have to pay taxes to the IRS!"

Atley dared not play dumb; if someone in his profession didn't know about the Black Tax Act, then there would truly be a problem.

David nodded in satisfaction, then said, "Since you know so much about this law, you should know exactly why we've come to see you today!"

Atley's heart skipped a beat; he had guessed right.

However, he wasn't sure if the other party truly possessed evidence of his crimes, so he didn't intend to confess directly. Instead, he feigned innocence and said, "Inspector, I'm just an accountant at Lynch Auction House. This is a legal profession, and I don't have any illegal income!"

"Yeah?"

David looked him straight in the eye and said, "On the 6th of last month, didn't your auction house sell a medieval European dagger? You made a false ledger entry for your boss that showed a whopping $300 million in discrepancies. Have you already forgotten about it?"

Upon hearing this, Atley's expression changed drastically.

Before he could think too much about it, David continued, "And on the 12th of last month, your auction house sold another painting and calligraphy, and you made a fictitious $500 million entry for your boss. You haven't forgotten that either, have you?"

"There's still number 25 left..."

"I don't need to remind you of each and every one of the things you've done, do I?"

At this moment, Atley was like a wilted eggplant, unable to utter a single word in rebuttal.

After a full two minutes of silence, he said helplessly, "Alright, since you know so much, I'll pay whatever tax is due!"

He knew how powerful the IRS was.

Moreover, now that they've investigated his falsification of accounts so thoroughly, if he still dares to deny it, he'll only be in even more trouble.

"That's more like it!"

David nodded in satisfaction, then changed the subject, saying, "By the way, there's something I need your help with!"

"What is it?"

"I need a detailed account book from you!"

Atley was taken aback at first, then refused, "That won't do. I'll only pay my taxes for you; I have nothing to do with anyone else!"

Since he has already agreed to pay taxes, why does David still need the ledger?

It's highly likely that they want to follow the clues and find everyone involved, which may include his boss!

As an accountant, how could he dare to betray his boss?

(End of this chapter)