American tax officials

Chapter 92 Attention from the General Administration

Although it's only the third day of the assessment period and the final rankings are still uncertain, this still surprised them!

Realizing that David might have great potential, the relevant senior officials at the Washington headquarters immediately called the Lake District branch to learn more about David's situation.

Lake District Branch, Chief's Office.

"To be honest, Deputy Director Donald, I saw David's potential not long after the tax evasion law came into effect. And as you know, under my guidance, his investigative abilities have improved by leaps and bounds to where they are today..."

William knew that David's meteoric rise would surely alarm the top brass of the General Staff.

But to my surprise, the call from the top leadership of the General Administration came so quickly.

The call he was receiving was from the deputy director of the Washington headquarters in charge of the Black Tax Act.

Faced with such an important figure, he naturally had to boast about his discerning eye.

"Hmm, not bad, William. Our Black Tax Act needs capable elites like this. Hopefully, David's ranking will improve further after this evaluation period!"

"I understand, Deputy Director Donald. I'll keep him in this position!"

William felt great after hanging up the phone.

But soon, a look of envy suddenly appeared on his face.

From the conversation just now, he knew that David had caught the eye of Deputy Director Donald.

That's a high-ranking and powerful deputy director of the General Administration!

If David's performance continues like this, and with the support of this deputy director of the General Administration, his meteoric rise to power is certain!

Gathering his thoughts, William stood up. He needed to tell David the news and give the kid some motivation!

Soon, he arrived at the door of David's office.

He knocked on the door and, after receiving the words "Come in," pushed the door open and went inside.

Upon seeing that the person who came was William, David quickly stood up, but William made a gesture to push him down.

He first questioned David about the source of the more than 380 million in taxes, and after learning the whole story, he said, "David, do you know who just called me?"

David asked curiously, "Who?"

"You've probably heard of Deputy Director Donald from Headquarters, haven't you?"

"Deputy Director Donald, of course I've heard of him!"

David knew that this deputy director was one of the drafters of the Black Tax Act.

"He values ​​you highly, so make sure you do well!"

David was taken aback upon hearing this, but then felt a surge of joy.

Although there are as many as five deputy secretaries at the Washington headquarters, Donald is the deputy secretary in charge of the black tax bill, and his power is far greater than that of the other four secretaries.

Now that his name has been remembered by this deputy director, as long as he can maintain this level of tax performance, his career will surely soar.

"Alright, I won't take up any more of your time. You can continue with your work!"

……

In front of a presidential suite at the Bellagio Hotel.

Upon seeing Baldwin's arrival, the bodyguard at the door immediately opened the door and let him in.

Inside the room, a man with slicked-back hair and wearing a vest was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, while Dieter was lying on a massage chair with his back to him, letting the masseur massage him.

"Mr. Dieter, I've retrieved the goods and they're in our warehouse for processing!"

"Very well, Baldwin, you're lucky this time. Next time you lose the goods, you won't be so lucky!"

Baldwin inwardly groaned.

He spent 158 million to get the goods back, what a joke of luck!

Although he thought this to himself, he didn't dare to elaborate on the matter. Instead, he changed the subject, saying, "Mr. Dieter, IRS Chief Tax Officer David said that you need to see him before 6 p.m. tonight, otherwise..."

In the end, Baldwin dared not continue.

Dieter pushed aside the technician behind him, turned around, glared at him with a fierce look, and demanded, "Otherwise what?"

"Otherwise... they will be rude to you..."

Perhaps because he was too terrified, Baldwin lowered his head after he finished speaking.

"Damn it, who does the IRS think they are, treating me like this? Do they even know who I am?!"

Seeing Dieter's furious outburst, Baldwin didn't dare to breathe loudly.

But at this moment, the slick-haired man sitting on the sofa couldn't sit still any longer. He interrupted, "Baldwin, tell me the whole story in detail!"

His name is Sapir, and he is a lawyer whose main job is to help Dieter manage funds and provide advice.

He only found out this morning that his goods had been stolen.

But as for the specifics of how it was stolen, Dieter was too high last night to tell him much.

"Here's the thing, last night we were doing business with the Mexican gang, and then the IRS suddenly showed up, saying they'd passed some kind of black tax law and were making us pay taxes..."

After Baldwin explained it to me, Sapir understood the whole story.

As a lawyer, he had indeed heard of the Black Tax Act.

But he didn't expect that the IRS would use this bill to target them so quickly.

After a moment's thought, Sapir looked at Dieter and suggested, "Mr. Dieter, the IRS isn't joking. As far as I know, they've been pushing this bill quite aggressively lately, so I suggest you talk to them!"

"Talk to your mother my ass! Are you out of your mind? In Las Vegas, who do I need to talk to?"

Sapir frowned after being scolded like that.

He knew that Native Americans enjoyed many privileges in America.

In Las Vegas, the Omaha family is the largest Native American tribe, and their power and influence led Dieter to develop such an arrogant and conceited personality.

But it's not a big deal for Dieter to be a little arrogant when facing the police or even the FBI.

With the power of their family, they can basically handle anything.

But now we're facing the IRS!

This group of people are the kind of people who will turn their backs on their own families if it comes to collecting taxes.

Most importantly, the IRS has its own courts, lawyers, judges, and other supporting facilities, which is already outrageous, but what's even more outrageous is that it also has its own private armed forces.

No matter how tough, numerous, or powerful the Native Americans are, how many shells could they withstand in the face of a massive private army?

Of course, he wouldn't say these things directly to Dieter.

Because he knew very well the guy's violent nature; if that were true, the guy could easily shoot him dead.

In the end, he could only say tactfully, "The IRS just collects taxes. We spend a lot of money bribing people around the Lake District, so consider this a gift to them..."

"Taxes? When have you ever seen us Native Americans pay taxes?"

"Send them another one? Give them my ass! They dare steal my goods! I'm being lenient by not taking them out!"

Dieter's words left Sapir speechless.

Native Americans did have tax privileges, but those privileges only applied to legal income.

This black tax law was clearly aimed at illegal income, and Native American privileges were certainly not exempt from it.

Forget it, since this guy won't listen, there's no point in saying anything more!

……

Time flies, and it was already evening.

At the Lake District Precinct, after an afternoon of organizing the materials provided by the CIA, David planned out the next steps for the case.

He stretched and glanced at his watch. When he saw that it was 5:30, his expression instantly turned gloomy.

It seems Dieter really has no intention of coming to see him!

Or do they think they can rest easy just because they have Native American identity?

Just as he was deep in thought, the door opened, and Nissen walked in carrying a McDonald's takeout bag, placed it on the table, and said, "Have something to eat!"

It was already past his workday, but he knew Dieter hadn't arrived yet, so he knew he couldn't let things go like this.

David opened the bag, took out a hamburger, took a few bites, and asked, "Which place is Dieter's biggest in the Lake District?"

Nissen thought for a moment and replied, "The biggest one... would be DA Nightclub."

"Go to Judge Chiesa's house and get him to sign a seizure order. Also, tell everyone to get their gear ready and we're off!"

"clear!"

……

DA Nightclub.

It was already 6 o'clock, and although the store was not yet open for business, it was already brightly lit.

A large number of dancers and hostesses were sitting in booths, listening to the manager on stage assign tasks for the day.

Just then, a waiter rushed in, shouting, "Something terrible has happened! There are a lot of armed men outside..."

Upon hearing this, the dancers and hostesses instantly panicked.

Meanwhile, a man with tattooed arms, who was watching the scene, shouted, "Brothers, get your weapons out here..."

Before he could finish speaking, Buckinson and his men rushed in, rifles in hand, scanning for threats while warning, "Don't make any sudden moves. We're from the IRS, here for a routine check!"

Upon hearing that it was someone from the IRS, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

They thought they'd been confronted by troublemakers.

But soon, many people present began to have doubts again.

If you're going to have the IRS come to inspect, fine, but why bring a fully armed team? Are you trying to scare people to death?

Seeing that the situation was under control, David then walked in.

[Name: Julian Borg]

Occupation: Hostess.

Monthly income: $3000 legal income, $36000 illegal income.

[Income Details: December 3rd, provided services to a customer, earned $1000; December 6th, provided services to a customer, earned $1200...]

[More details: ...]

Tax payable: US$3600.

……

[Name: Emily Emmanuel]

Occupation: Hostess.

Monthly income: $3000 legal income, $42000 illegal income.

[Income Details: December 4th, provided contraband to a customer, earned $300; ​​provided services to a customer, earned $1000; December 6th, provided contraband to a customer, earned $500...]

[More details: ...]

Tax payable: US$6300.

……

【…】

David glanced at the information of the people present and quickly got a general idea.

In the United States, only Nevada has legal sex trafficking.

It's worth noting, however, that Las Vegas is not a legal prostitution zone in Nevada.

Therefore, the money these hostesses earn through prostitution is also subject to taxes paid to the IRS.

That's quite a windfall!

"What's going on with your IRS? We have special policies here; we don't need to pay taxes to your IRS!"

At that moment, a man in a suit with a buzz cut walked over.

[Name: Congreve Clairadin.]

Occupation: Manager of DA Nightclub.

Monthly income: $12000 legal income, $83000 illegal income.

【收入详情：12月3日，通过兜售违禁品获得2000美金提成、通过安排陪酒小姐服务获得3000美金提成，12月4日……】

[More details: ...]

Tax payable: US$12450.

"I know I'm not here to collect taxes from your establishment!"

"So, what is the purpose of your visit?"

"On the 3rd of last month, our Congress passed a bill stipulating that from now on, whether it's drug trafficking or prostitution, full taxes must be paid to the IRS!"

Upon hearing this, the dancers and hostesses present immediately erupted in uproar.

Do I have to pay taxes to the IRS for selling Y?

Are you kidding me?!

After a long moment of stunned silence, Congreve finally came to his senses. His face darkened, and he said, "Do you know whose territory this is?"

"I know him, Dieter Omaha!"

"Since you knew that, why did you still dare to do it?"

"His place isn't anything special!"

David came here today specifically to see Dieter.

He's already made his point, and this guy still doesn't come to see him obediently? That's fine!

He shuts down one of this guy's establishments every day; he doesn't believe this guy can stay calm!

"Alright ladies, please leave now. Starting today, this place is closed for business!"

Congreve, who was about to call Dieter, immediately put down his phone upon hearing this and demanded, "What do you mean by this?"

David pulled out a seizure order and said, "This is a seizure order issued by Judge Chiesa. Your premises are suspected of tax evasion, and are temporarily sealed off!"

"you……"

Congreve was furious. Their establishment had been operating here for years, and no department had ever dared to cause trouble, let alone come and threaten to shut it down.

"Fine, you just wait!"

Congreve picked up the phone and walked aside.

Meanwhile, at the Bellagio Hotel...

"What did you say? They have a seizure order? Which judge issued it? Judge Chiesa? Okay, I understand, I'll call you back later!"

Sapir put down the phone, walked over to Dieter who was having dinner, and said, "It's bad news, Mr. Dieter. The IRS is preparing to shut down our DA nightclub."

(End of this chapter)