American tax officials

Chapter 9 Better to Die for Your Fellow Daoist Than for Yourself

Is it...

What's the story behind this Asian monkey?

"What, are you looking for trouble?"

"This is our community. If you want to cause trouble, you'd better think about whether you can even leave!"

Before Seedorf could even react, the black men around him, disregarding everything else, started shouting and yelling.

"No, no, no, I didn't mean to cause trouble. I just wanted to hear what he called me!"

Encouraged by the surrounding crowd and David's slightly submissive demeanor, Seedorf abandoned his inhibitions and resumed his previous arrogance, saying, "Asian monkey, what's wrong?"

"What?"

David moved closer, pretending not to have heard.

"I said, Asian, of, monkey, ooh..."

Before Seedorf could finish speaking, he collapsed to the ground, clutching his stomach and screaming in agony as he rolled around.

David withdrew his fist.

The IRS auditors are not just good at auditing.

Before being accepted, they also have to undergo various comprehensive training programs, just like police officers.

Therefore, his punch was definitely powerful and heavy. Although it wouldn't cause internal injuries, it would take the opponent at least ten minutes to recover!

The surrounding Black people were all stunned, completely unprepared for this sudden turn of events.

It wasn't until quite a while later.

Then someone shouted angrily, "Fuck you! You dare to hit people in our own community? Brothers, grab your weapons and kill them!"

As the man shouted, the surrounding Black people immediately drew their sticks and other weapons and surrounded David.

But the next second.

A gunshot rang out, stunning everyone.

"Bang!"

"Let's see who dares to make a move!"

Nissen fired a shot into the air, then walked up to David and looked around at the group of black men who were about to surround him.

"So you think you're all that just because you have a gun? Come on, let's teach them a lesson!"

The black man who had just shouted to grab his weapon showed no fear and retaliated again.

As soon as he finished speaking, a number of Black people rushed out of the surrounding houses, guns in hand.

This includes not only pistols, but also rifles, submachine guns, and other highly lethal weapons.

This scene would be unbelievable if it happened in other countries.

But in America, it seems quite reasonable.

After all, guns are not banned in the United States, and almost every household has one.

Such a scene would have terrified most people, but Nissen and David remained relatively calm.

This calm confidence, of course, comes from the National Taxation Bureau behind him!

Let alone these few small fry, even the Omaha family, who have absolute power in Las Vegas, would never dare to kill an IRS inspector in broad daylight!

Every day, major television news outlets report on the killing of police officers and FBI agents, but have you ever heard of an IRS inspector being killed?

However, some high-ranking officials at the IRS might actually be hoping to see this happen.

Because as long as an IRS inspector is killed.

Then the IRS can deploy troops and let the whole of America feel the shock of their armed forces!

This is undoubtedly the best deterrent and publicity for the newly introduced tax bill!

Unfortunately, everyone in America knows how powerful the IRS is, so much so that no one has dared to try this yet.

"How about that? Are you scared now?!"

These Black people are not gangsters or extremists; they just do swindling and cheating on a regular basis. They wouldn't dare to kill someone on a whim.

Now that they have the upper hand, they only intend to teach Nissen and David a lesson.

"Perhaps it's you who should be afraid!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The Black people burst into laughter.

But their laughter soon faded as they discovered that David had pulled out an unidentified badge.

"Are you... police officers?"

The Black men's expressions changed. They couldn't tell the difference between the IRS and police tax badges, so they instinctively assumed it was a police officer.

"No, we're from the IRS!"

"IRS!"

These three words were like a raging flood, causing all the Black people to instinctively take a step back, and those holding guns trembled involuntarily.

This feeling is like what?

Just like the ancients who heard about the Embroidered Uniform Guard and the Eastern Depot, they all knew how terrifying the State Taxation Bureau was, which is why they were so afraid!

"Put down your gun now!"

The black man, sweating profusely, shouted, then forced a smile and said, "Gentlemen, I think... this is a misunderstanding!"

"Since it's a misunderstanding, then get lost!"

Judging from the golden finger, many of these people are engaged in fraud and deception, and in principle, David could levy taxes on them.

But he came today mainly to deal with the zero-dollar purchase case. He didn't want to cause any more trouble and planned to resolve this case first.

Otherwise, Lewis's side will accuse them of "not doing their job properly."

The Black men were somewhat incredulous; these were the very people who had just threatened the IRS with guns!

That's the IRS, you're just going to let them off so easily?

For a moment, the group of Black people looked at each other, but none of them dared to actually leave.

"Did you go deaf when I told you to get out?"

"Yes, yes, we'll leave right away..."

Nissen's words made the group of Black people realize that the IRS really didn't want to bother with them anymore, so they scattered as if their lives depended on it.

but.

Seedorf, who had recovered slightly, tried to leave shakily, but David stopped him.

"You can't leave!"

Seedorf, his face ashen and trembling, replied, "Sir... I was blind, please don't hold it against me..."

"Take me to see Osborne!"

Hearing this, Nissen looked at David with a puzzled expression. This community is so big and has so many people, how does David know that this guy must know Osborn?

"I... sir, I don't know any Osborne!"

Although he didn't know what the IRS wanted with Osborne, he was sure it wasn't anything good, and Seedorf naturally didn't want to be the bad guy.

David put his hand on Seedorf's shoulder, looking at his downcast head, and said, "You and Osborne robbed a luxury store on the 28th of last month. You haven't forgotten about him so quickly, have you?"

Upon hearing this, large beads of sweat began to slide down Seedorf's forehead.

He was a little confused as to how the IRS knew about this.

What puzzled him most was that, judging from the way the two people were walking, they clearly weren't coming specifically for him.

If that's the case, how did you know he was involved in the robbery and Osborne's affair?

(End of this chapter)