American tax officials

Chapter 88 This is how we do things

Richardson and the other three looked at Baldwin.

Without the slightest hesitation, Baldwin threw the pistol five or six meters away.

His three men did the same.

Seeing this, Robin from the Mexican gang asked, "Richardson, are we really going to surrender?"

Richardson hesitated for a moment, then looked up again, but with the bright light, he couldn't see anything. In the end, he gritted his teeth and threw the gun out as well.

Seeing that Richardson had done so, Robin and his three companions hesitated for a moment before throwing their guns as well.

Upstairs, seeing that the other party was no longer a threat, David made a gesture to Bucky and the others, who immediately understood and shone their searchlights into the sky.

Without the blinding light, the Mexican gang and Baldwin below could finally see who had attacked them.

But when they saw Nissen and his men, armed to the teeth with M4A1 and M16 rifles, tactical helmets, tactical vests, and night vision goggles, they were instantly stunned.

Even though they were dealing drugs, did they really need to send in special forces to arrest them?

They're not some terrorist organization or warlords!

That's right, they thought David and his group were special forces.

Because neither the police nor the FBI would be armed to this extent.

In their minds, only special forces would do that!

But to be honest, they were actually quite glad they had made that decision.

If they had dared to resist just now, given their equipment and strength, wouldn't they have been slaughtered like pigs?

While the two groups were still in a daze.

The sound of footsteps coming from the passageway not far away brought them back to their senses, and they all looked over.

Soon, a figure appeared in their sight.

The others were alright, their eyes only showing some curiosity, because they didn't know who David was.

But when Warren from the Mexican side saw David clearly, his expression changed drastically.

"Please don't be nervous, everyone. We are from the IRS Lake District Office. My name is David, and I am the tax chief of this office!"

The two groups, who were still speculating about David's identity, were instantly dumbfounded when they heard the words "IRS".

They considered that the people ambushing them today might be the police, the FBI, or even, more boldly, the special forces.

But I never imagined it was someone from the IRS!

You say your IRS is just responsible for collecting taxes, do you really need to make such a big show of it?

and many more……

Apart from Warren, the other seven suddenly came to their senses.

It's normal for the FBI or police to ambush them.

But why did the IRS go to such lengths to ambush them?

Confused, Richardson asked, "Wait... Tax Chief David, right? Why is your IRS making such a big fuss?"

"I think you can ask Mr. Warren about that!"

David looked at Warren and asked in a tone as if they were old acquaintances, "Right, Mr. Warren?"

"You bastard, you betrayed us?"

Richardson glared at Warren, believing him to be a mole who had conspired with David to frame them.

Otherwise, how could their deal today have been leaked?

Warren immediately explained, "That's not how it is, Richardson. Listen to me, the IRS passed some kind of black tax bill on the 3rd of last month..."

After Warren's explanation, Richardson and the others finally understood.

But his face also showed a variety of expressions, including comical, inexplicable, and speechless.

Starting from the 3rd of last month, any income obtained illegally must be taxed by the IRS, including their current drug trafficking.

In their country of Mexico, there are quite a few official agencies that accept their dirty money.

Although these official agencies accepted bribes, they dared not make it public.

But now the IRS is doing this. On the surface, it collects taxes, but in reality, what's the difference between that and taking bribes?

It was even labeled as a legal act!

This struck them as utterly absurd!

David looked at the still dazed crowd and said, "Well, do you all understand now?"

Baldwin stepped forward, saying with some displeasure, "Tax Chief David, if you're going to collect taxes, just say so. There's no need to make such a big show of ambushing us here."

"The others aren't really necessary, but dealing with you ruthless drug dealers, I think, is somewhat necessary!"

These words left Richardson and Baldwin speechless.

But thinking about it, it makes sense.

If David hadn't made such a big show of things today, and had actually come to talk to them about collecting taxes, they might have retaliated directly.

But now that so many guns are pointed at them, no matter how dissatisfied they are, they don't dare to act recklessly.

Ignoring their thoughts, David walked to the front, looked at the pile of money that had fallen to the ground in the panic, rummaged through it, and asked, "There's 400 million US dollars here, right?"

Richardson frowned and replied, "What do you want?"

"As I've already said, I'm here to collect taxes. According to the Black Tax Act, taxes exceeding $415050 are subject to a tax rate of 39.6%."

David looked at Richardson and said, "Here's 400, so I'm taking $1,584,000. You don't have any objections, do you?"

Upon hearing that he would be taking 158 million, Richardson's face immediately turned extremely ugly.

Baldwin, standing to the side, was secretly delighted.

There's an unwritten rule in white-collar transactions.

If the buyer is caught a second before receiving the goods, then the loss of the goods is not the buyer's responsibility.

However, if the buyer is caught the moment after receiving the goods, then the buyer will have to bear the loss.

Now that he has received the heroin, the money has been handed over to Richardson. In other words, if the IRS insists on taking the $158 million, the loss will have nothing to do with them.

After a long silence, Richardson finally voiced his dissatisfaction: "You took 158 million, leaving us with only a little over 200 million. That's not even enough to cover costs, let alone how I'm going to explain it to my boss!"

David slapped his forehead, as if remembering something, and said, "I believe you don't want to be ambushed or come knocking on our door all the time, so to avoid this happening again, please inform your boss that from now on, you should truthfully declare and pay taxes to the IRS on how much money you make from heroin each month!"

In closing, he added, "By the way, you and all the members of your Mexican gang are in the same boat. It's better to proactively declare than for us to come knocking on your door. What do you think?"

Warren was alright upon hearing this.

He had already paid taxes once before, so although he was very unhappy about paying again, he could still accept it psychologically.

But Richardson and his ilk were not willing to accept that.

I work myself to the bone, doing this job that could land me in jail, and I have to fight with other gangs for territory and business. I finally manage to make a little money, but the IRS wants to take a slice of it.

This made them feel humiliated by being extorted for protection money by the underworld.

And you should know, they're drug dealers!

Which gangster would dare to come and collect protection money from them?

"What, you don't seem willing?"

Although Richardson was furious, with so many guns pointed at him, he dared not say no. He could only reply, "I can't make that decision. I need to go back and ask my boss first!"

"Okay, go back and talk to your boss. If he comes to the IRS to talk to me, I guarantee I'll give him the biggest possible tax break!"

"Once you pay your taxes, your people can continue to stay in the Lake District, and your business can continue. We guarantee we won't interfere in any way!"

"But let me make this clear: if he's unwilling or dares to try anything funny, I won't hold back!"

"Not only will we wipe out your Mexican gang and clear out your territory here, but we'll also make it impossible for you to do business here. Do you understand?"

Seeing David's sharp gaze, Richardson ultimately didn't dare to refute, but he also didn't directly agree.

David ignored him and turned to Baldwin, saying, "Mr. Baldwin, you seem quite pleased?"

"Happy? No, not at all!"

Baldwin was naturally pleased, since the IRS only collected taxes, not the police who would confiscate his goods.

He's already received the goods, so what does the Mexican gang's loss have to do with him?

David saw through his thoughts, smiled meaningfully, then walked up to him, opened the box, took out a packet of flour, weighed it in his hand, and finally asked, "Do you want the goods or pay?"

Baldwin, who had been secretly pleased, suddenly changed his expression and asked, "What do you mean by this?"

"Don't assume the IRS only accepts cash. This shipment is worth $4 million, so according to the tax rate, you'll need to pay $1,584,000 in taxes!"

"What did you say?!"

Baldwin, his face contorted with anger, retorted, "Chief Tax Officer David, your IRS made $158 million from someone else, and now you want to make another $158 million from us? Are you trying to double-dipping? That's not how you do things!"

"That's how we do things at the IRS!"

"you……"

Baldwin was so angry that his veins were bulging. If David hadn't been an IRS employee, and if he hadn't been held at gunpoint, he would have already made a move.

"This shipment is worth 400 million US dollars. You can easily make ten or eight times that profit by reselling it. I'm only charging you 158 million in taxes, which is already very little. If you don't want to pay, that's fine too; then we'll keep this shipment!"

"This is Mr. Dieter's merchandise, how dare you!"

David, who was initially quite mild-mannered, lost his temper when he heard that the other party had brought up Dieter. He grabbed Baldwin by the collar and threatened, "You go back and tell Dieter to come see me tomorrow. From now on, he has to truthfully declare how much he earns to the IRS, or I'll raid all his places!"

Baldwin was furious, and gritted his teeth as he replied, "Fine, I will tell Mr. Dieter every single word you said!"

David knew the other person was also threatening him, but he didn't care and replied, "Fine, then tell him!"

After saying that, David waved his hand upwards.

Nissen first led three people down, maintaining control of the situation, before Bucky and his two companions above left their posts and came down.

"Ariel, Simmons, bring out the $1,584,000!"

The two men immediately put away their guns and walked to the money box to count the money.

Since the money was bundled in bundles of ten thousand, the two of them managed to calculate it in less than 10 minutes.

Ariel said, "I've got it all figured out, Tax Chief!"

"Put these two boxes away too!"

After saying that, David looked at Baldwin and said, "I'm taking the goods with me. If you want them back, bring the money to the IRS to redeem them!"

Baldwin's heart was bleeding, but in this situation where he was at the mercy of others, he dared not directly try to take it back.

"Drive the car over here, let's go!"

Nissen and Bucky quickly drove over the hidden car, loaded all the money and goods into it, and drove off!

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

After David and the others left, Baldwin could no longer contain his anger and kicked the car door repeatedly.

While Richardson wasn't as out of sorts, his face was still terribly dark.

After Baldwin finished venting, he went up to him and asked, "Baldwin, what should we do about this? Do you have any better ideas for handling this?"

If it were an ordinary person, or even a police officer, given the way the Mexican gang operates, they certainly wouldn't let it go so easily.

But judging from the weapons and equipment these people had, he knew that the IRS was not someone to be trifled with.

Since the Mexican gang are outsiders, using violence is definitely not an option.

Baldwin had regained some of his composure by this point, and said fiercely, "Don't worry, Mr. Dieter certainly won't let this go so easily!"

"But I've heard that the IRS is a very powerful department, and even well-known agencies like the FBI and CIA don't dare to mess with them. Won't that affect our cooperation?"

Warren spoke out this time.

He had no idea that the IRS was so powerful; he thought it was just an ordinary tax agency.

It wasn't until the last robbery, when Anthony and the others explained things to him and he also looked up some information afterward, that he realized how terrifying this organization was.

"Hmph, so what if it's the IRS? Mr. Dieter is a member of the Omaha family, the largest Native American tribe in Las Vegas, enjoying privileges that no other race in the entire United States has!"

That's why Baldwin dared to say a few words to David earlier.

Upon hearing this, Richardson and the others came to their senses.

Because they are Mexican, they don't really have a general idea of ​​how powerful the IRS is.

However, they were aware of the power of the Omaha family and the various privileges enjoyed by Native Americans in America.

"Okay, it would be best if Mr. Dieter could resolve this. If not, each transaction would incur over a million dollars in taxes with the IRS, a cost we simply cannot afford!"

"I understand, Richardson. Go back and tell your boss. We'll handle this!"

(End of this chapter)