American tax officials

Chapter 77 Coffdale's Arrest

As he finished his inaugural address, thunderous applause erupted once again.

This assessment meeting has now come to an end.

Standing at the entrance of the IRS Lake District branch, Lewis looked at the familiar gate and scene, and couldn't help but sigh, "It's really hard to leave..."

Then, he waved to David and the others who came to see him off and said, "Alright, I'm leaving. Good luck!"

David waved goodbye to him, then went into the station, went to the intelligence section, and obtained all the information about the Dieter case.

Finally, he returned to the door of his office on the fourth floor.

The sign that originally read "Tax Chief Lewis" had been changed to "Tax Chief David".

As he pushed open the door and looked at the office that would henceforth belong to him, David couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

But he quickly suppressed that sense of accomplishment.

He has just taken office as tax chief and needs some tax achievements to establish his authority. Resolving the Dieter case is the best option!

An hour later.

After reviewing all the materials related to the Dieter case, he picked up the phone and summoned seven members, including Nissen, to his office.

About seven or eight minutes later, the seven men entered one after another and asked in unison, "Tax Chief David, did you want to see us?"

David nodded and said, "A new evaluation period has begun. I'm preparing to handle the Dieter case. Anyone interested in participating?"

Upon hearing this, a hint of apprehension appeared on the faces of several of them.

First of all, Dieter is a member of the Omaha family, a family that is practically a local tyrant in Las Vegas.

Dieter is said to be tyrannical and fierce, and even if the IRS were to prosecute him, the risk would be considerable.

"I know this case is quite risky, but we're from the IRS, and collecting taxes is our job!"

"If you really don't want to handle it, that's fine too. I'll assign you other cases!"

"But if you're willing to work with me on this case, I guarantee that each of your teams will receive at least $10 in tax revenue once it's successful!"

According to intelligence data, Dieter earns approximately $300 million a month.

However, the intelligence department's data has always been just a safety net, not accurate data.

Therefore, David felt that this guy's income must be more than that.

And don't forget.

Dieter is not just one person; he also has a group of key members, underlings, and partners under his command.

If this gang is wiped out in one fell swoop, let alone 300 million, it might not even be enough to contain 1000 million!

"10 million!"

Upon hearing this number, everyone's eyes lit up.

It's worth noting that their tax performance in the last assessment period, excluding David's group, was only a little over 10 yuan combined.

Now David is actually promising that if the case is solved, each team will receive $10 in tax revenue, which is quite tempting.

And you should know that their new tax chief is different from others; he is truly capable!

With him leading the investigation of the Dieter case, the success rate is naturally very high!

"Chief Tax Officer, I'll handle this case!"

Nissen had wanted to handle this case for a long time, and now that he had received a promise of 10 in taxes, he naturally stepped forward without hesitation.

Following closely behind, Bucky stepped forward: "Tax Chief, our group will do it too!"

"Our group will also do it..."

"..."

Money can move people's hearts, and all seven members of the four groups reached a consensus.

David was very satisfied to see this.

Although he has a cheat code, Dieter's power is vast and involves many people. If he were to rely on himself, he would be exhausted.

With the concerted efforts of these inspectors, the burden can be greatly reduced!

"very good!"

David compiled four separate documents from the numerous files on the Dieter case, then addressed the group: "Each of you will work in one group on one direction. If you need government funding, feel free to apply to me anytime. Don't be stingy with money; the most important thing is to get to the bottom of things!"

The seven people nodded in agreement.

David then stopped wasting their time and sent them away.

But Nissen stopped, his face bitter and hesitant as he said, "Tax Chief, about my partner..."

David has already said that.

If we close this case, we guarantee them a tax performance bonus of at least $10.

But that's just a safety net.

If you perform well in this case, you will definitely be able to get a larger share.

But since he's the only one in his group right now, his efficiency is definitely lower than other groups, which is why he's struggling.

"Go ahead and get to work. I'll find you a partner as soon as possible!"

"All right……"

Nissen could only leave sheepishly.

After he left, David immediately turned on his computer and logged into the IRS intranet to submit his "Application for Transfer".

Within the IRS system, any auditor can voluntarily apply to be transferred to another branch office.

So now David is looking to see which inspectors across the country have submitted applications to their Lake District branch, and then select a capable inspector from among them to partner with Nissen.

……

at the same time.

In an apartment building in Carson City, the capital of Nevada.

A thin, bespectacled man was typing away on his computer, and strings of code kept appearing on his screen.

He was none other than David's old acquaintance, the hacking expert Coffdale.

About ten minutes later.

Suddenly, the Pentagon logo appeared on his computer screen, followed by the words "Access Permission".

This instantly filled him with elation, and he shouted, "Hahaha, the Pentagon is nothing special after all!"

"Bang!"

However, the very next second after his moment of joy.

The apartment building's main door was suddenly kicked open, and a group of fully armed men carrying M4A1 rifles rushed in.

"FBI! Hands up, fucking hands up!"

Coffdale, who was already panicked, almost wet himself when he heard the words "FBI".

He immediately raised his hands and begged for mercy, saying, "Don't shoot! Don't shoot! I have no weapon!"

Having brought the situation under control, the FBI agents searched the room and, finding no danger, one of them said through his headset, "Agents Jerome and Broad, it's safe now. You can come in!"

It took about a minute to finish speaking.

Two men in suits, with somewhat sinister demeanors, walked in.

One of them first scrutinized Coverdale with a sharp look, then glanced at the large screen, and finally said coldly, "You dare to hack the Pentagon? Who gave you the guts!"

(End of this chapter)