American tax officials

Chapter 95: The Counter-Terrorism Campaign Begins?

Nightclub in the Night.

With the doors sealed with the IRS's special seal, the nightclub was officially shut down.

"There are many familiar faces here today. I'm a little sorry to disrupt your job search, but there's nothing I can do; the law is impartial!"

David apologized to the hostesses and dancers who worked at DA, then looked at the unfamiliar faces and said, "I believe you all know about DA's situation. Please cooperate and pay your taxes at the IRS tomorrow. Okay, go home now!"

Because there is the example of DA before us.

Therefore, even if the dancers here had grievances, they dared not say anything and could only disperse one after another.

Once most of the people had left, Nissen stepped forward and said, "Tax Chief, something's not right. Dieter hasn't responded at all."

When they seized DA yesterday, at least Dieter sent Sapir over.

But today, even though they had already sealed everything off, there was still no movement from Dieter's side, which made him feel that something was a little off.

David looked thoughtful, and after a long while replied, "Whatever he's thinking, as long as he doesn't compromise, we'll shut down one of his venues every day. I don't believe he can keep his composure like that!"

"clear!"

David walked up to Serena and asked, "This is how we handle cases. What do you think? Any feedback?"

"Is this how the IRS always handles cases?"

Serena actually preferred to use the word "overbearing" to describe her.

Why do I say that?

It might be because she had little contact with the IRS before.

In her mind, as long as there is no direct threat to life, whether it is the police or the FBI, they will emphasize evidence and a relatively democratic approach to handling cases.

After all, we live in the internet age now.

If law enforcement officers use even slightly rough methods, and this is uploaded online, it could instantly spark public outcry.

But when she arrived at the scene today, she found that David's way of handling the case was far from democratic; it was practically like holding a gun to someone's head.

Moreover, there seemed to be no evidence at all; the entire operation was shut down based solely on a search warrant issued through a special channel. This made her, a newcomer to the National Tax Service system, somewhat unaccustomed to the situation.

David understood the implication in her words and patiently explained, "Selina, I think you first need to understand who we're dealing with!"

"Of course, we can't resort to such barbaric methods when dealing with law-abiding citizens!"

"But we must be tough on these criminals, otherwise you won't be able to deter them, and they naturally won't obediently pay their taxes, understand?"

Serena then came to her senses.

That's true...

They are no ordinary people they are dealing with; they are criminals who will stop at nothing to make money.

If we try to communicate with these people using ordinary methods, it definitely won't work.

Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures!

With that in mind, Serena tacitly agreed to David's method, then asked, "What if these criminals still refuse to pay taxes, like today?"

David smiled and explained, "They refuse? Then we have many ways to 'help' them. For example, the most common method is to arrest them first, then check their accounts, and if there are funds, we can freeze them directly."

"If not, then we'll see what assets they have, and then apply for an auction order or something to convert those assets into taxes."

"If they don't have any assets, then let them borrow from loan sharks or something!"

"In short, when dealing with these criminals, don't try to talk to them about human rights. They should have thought about being slaughtered the day they embarked on the path of crime."

"Rather than being exploited by others, it's better to be exploited by our IRS. At least that's indirectly contributing to the country and society!"

Serena had learned her lesson and nodded, saying, "I understand, Tax Chief David!"

"Good that you understand!"

David turned around and said to everyone, "That's enough for today, let's call it a day!"

……

After returning to the station and putting the equipment back in the armory, David got into Nissen's car and went back to his apartment building.

"See you tomorrow."

After saying that, David prepared to go upstairs.

Just as Nissen was about to shift gears and leave, he was suddenly stopped by a phone call.

He picked it up and glanced at it. He had just finished chatting for a couple of minutes when he noticed a motorcycle suddenly drive past him.

The motorcyclist was wearing a helmet and a black jacket, but the right side of the jacket looked bulging, which immediately caught Nissen's attention.

But before he could continue observing...

The next second, the man parked the car, unzipped his jacket, took out a small submachine gun, and aimed it at David, who was about to go upstairs.

Seeing this, Nissen was shocked, but fortunately his experience as a Marine Corps soldier allowed him to react instantly.

He suddenly drew his sidearm, and without even having time to aim, he instinctively pulled the trigger on the man.

At the same time that Nissen pulled the trigger, the man also pulled the trigger on David, who was standing not far away.

Fortunately, Nissen's bullet was 0.001 seconds faster, hitting the man's shoulder and causing it to deflect, landing half a meter in front of David.

At this moment, David, who was about to go upstairs, finally realized what was happening and immediately turned around and drew his sidearm.

Soon, he saw the man lying on the ground not far away, and then he saw Nissen sitting in the car who hadn't left yet. He instantly understood everything!

He was attacked!

Nissen essentially saved his life!

A thought flashed through his mind, and David rushed forward while aiming at the man on the ground, while Nissen in the car also rushed over together.

The man tried to pick up the gun from the ground to fight back, but Nissen, who had rushed over, kicked him in the wrist, and the gun fell to the ground.

[Name: Iman Pritch]

Occupation: Assassin.

Monthly income: US$6 million.

[Income Details: December 7th, at Virginia's behest, killed the owner of the Paris nightclub in the Lake District, earning $10,000; December 23rd, at Virginia's instruction, killed a wealthy businessman, earning $10,000...]

[More details...]

Tax payable: US$15000.

"You dare kill someone from the IRS? Tell me, who sent you?!"

While Nissen was questioning the other party, David also used his Golden Finger to review the man's information, but his face darkened as a result.

He knew Virginia; she was one of Dieter's four top lieutenants.

Since this guy ordered this man to kill him, it must have been Dieter's doing!

David originally thought that although Dieter was a bit arrogant, he wouldn't dare to kill him at this critical juncture.

After all, he's currently investigating Dieter's tax evasion, and if anything goes wrong, everyone knows Dieter will definitely be implicated!

But now it seems he underestimated this guy's audacity!

"David, he must have been sent by Dieter!"

Although the man was still gritting his teeth, Nissen wasn't stupid. He wondered why Dieter hadn't reacted when they raided Nightfall earlier.

So this plan was already in the works!

"Call an ambulance first!"

David's original plan was simply to force Dieter to pay his taxes honestly; he didn't actually intend to kill him.

After all, there was no personal grudge between the two sides.

If the other party is willing to pay taxes honestly, then he has gained tax credits, and the IRS will receive a large sum of tax revenue every month from now on, which is naturally a happy thing for everyone.

But now that the other party is not only unwilling to pay taxes, but also wants to kill him, then we absolutely cannot be lenient.

He was determined to kill the chicken to warn those criminals what would happen if they dared to use such methods!

Just as David was lost in thought, his phone rang, interrupting his thoughts. He picked it up and saw it was a call from his team member, Ariel. He quickly answered, "Speak!"

"Chief Tax Officer, the immigration officials just called me and said that Sapir has already booked a flight to China!"

When investigating the Dieter case, David instructed his team members to pay close attention not only to Dieter but also to his key subordinates, in case they ran away.

So now that Sapir is trying to run away, he naturally can't escape the IRS system's surveillance.

"Tell Simmons to intercept him and bring him to our IRS interrogation room!"

The appearance of this assassin, combined with Sapir's desire to escape, led David to quickly guess the reason behind it all.

Unlike Dieter, Sapir was a lawyer and a smart man, so he knew exactly how the IRS chief would react to being killed. Therefore, the best way to protect himself was to run away!

But David certainly wouldn't let him escape; this was one of the knives used to kill Dieter!

The American rescue operation was quite swift.

Within minutes of David receiving the call, the ambulance arrived at the scene.

A police car also accompanied the ambulance.

The car door opened, and two police officers got out.

To Nixon and David's slight surprise, the two officers were none other than Smith's men, Wade and Balk.

Wade Balk, who was coming from the opposite direction, was also stunned when he saw David.

They happened to be patrolling nearby when they received a report from a concerned citizen that a shooting had occurred, so they rushed over immediately.

But to their surprise, they met the person they least wanted to see when they arrived here!

But wait a minute...

Shooting?

Wade and Balk glanced at the motorcycle lying on the ground, the submachine gun lying on the ground, and then at the gunman.

Suddenly, an idea popped into their minds.

Could this gunman be here to kill David?

They were naturally aware that the IRS was investigating Dieter's case.

Could it be... that this gunman was sent by Dieter?

Upon realizing this, a storm raged within them!

If that's the case, then things are in big trouble!

"Isn't that Officer Wade, Officer Balker!"

Hearing Nissen's words, the two snapped out of their reverie. Wade spoke up, "I received reports from citizens that there was a shooting here. How are you, Inspector Nissen, Tax Chief David? Are you alright? What happened here?"

Nissen pointed at the man and sneered, "This guy dared to attack our tax chief in broad daylight!"

Nissen's words confirmed their suspicions.

Then Balk walked to the side, dialed a number, and said, "Sheriff, David from the IRS has been assassinated..."

In Smith's office at the Lake District Police Department.

Upon hearing this, Smith's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly asked, "What happened? Who did it? Is David still alive?"

"David is fine. As for who did it, I think the only person in the entire Lake District who could do something like this is Dieter, and he's the only one with the strongest motive!"

Smith's face was contorted with rage as he roared like a madman, "Fuck you! That damned bastard! He'll get us killed sooner or later!"

Balk asked timidly, "Then, sheriff, what should we do?"

"Is the gunman still alive?"

"It's not a fatal wound, he shouldn't die."

"Then let's take him under control first, and then he'll follow my instructions!"

"Well... okay!"

Although, such cases involving suspected shootings fall under the jurisdiction of their police.

But this clearly involves the assassination of IRS personnel. How could the IRS possibly hand over personnel to them completely?

But there was nothing he could do; hearing Smith's furious expression, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree.

Balk returned to the scene, where the gunman had already received basic treatment and an ambulance was being prepared.

He immediately said to David, "Don't worry, Chief Tax Officer David, the Lake District is under our jurisdiction. How could something like this happen in broad daylight? We will definitely investigate thoroughly and give you an explanation!"

David narrowed his eyes, looked at Nissen, and said, "You go to the hospital with him and keep an eye on him!"

Wade and Balk are Smith's men.

As far as he knew, Smith and Dieter also had a business relationship.

To prevent the gunman from being murdered to cover his tracks, this is quite necessary!

"clear!"

Nissen understood David's intention and immediately agreed.

Meanwhile, Balk and Wade's expressions darkened, but they ultimately didn't dare to utter a word in rebuttal.

……

Bellagio Hotel.

Virginia hung up the phone, her face full of disappointment, and said to Dieter, "I messed things up, Dieter..."

"What did you say?!"

Dieter jumped to his feet, grabbed Virginia by the collar, and glared at her, yelling, "Who the hell did you hire? That damn bastard isn't some kind of superhuman, how could he still mess things up?!"

"Dieter, I...I..."

Virginia was also frustrated and couldn't come up with an explanation for a long time.

The assassin had served him for quite some time and had generally completed his missions admirably, so he couldn't understand why he had failed this time.

It can only be attributed to David's good luck.

"Get out of my way, let me see Dieter!"

Just as the two were still at an impasse, the noise outside the door made them turn their heads.

The next second, the bodyguard opened the door and said, "Mr. Dieter, Sheriff Smith wants to see you!"

Dieter released Virginia and said impatiently, "Let him in..."

Before he could finish speaking, Smith barged in, yelling, "Are you out of your mind or crazy? Why didn't you tell me about shooting the IRS chief in the street?!"

Dieter didn't give Smith any face either, retorting, "Who do you think you are, Smith? Do I need you to teach me how to do things?"

Smith, who was already furious, flew into a rage upon hearing this and charged forward, but fortunately Virginia was quick enough to stop him.

But Smith wasn't finished. He yelled, "That's the IRS! You're asking for trouble, don't drag us into it!"

At this moment, he deeply regretted getting involved with Dieter.

Because he knew very well that, given David's personality, this matter would definitely not be left unresolved so easily.

If the IRS's star tax chief were assassinated in the street, the IRS would definitely not let it go.

If Dieter is arrested, how can those of them who have vested interests in him escape?

"So what about the IRS?"

Dieter still seemed indifferent.

Smith was furious with Dieter's stupidity, but he still continued, "Dieter, you still don't realize how serious this is!"

"They're armed!"

"Why haven't they taken action against you yet? They're just gathering evidence to collect taxes from you!"

"But if you try to assassinate an IRS officer in the street like this, they won't be so lenient!"

"When they're collecting taxes from you, they need evidence of tax evasion, but for counterterrorism, they only need your name!"

"Don't think that having Native American identity is a get-out-of-jail-free card."

"Do you really think your few beat-up guns from your Native American tribe can withstand the elite weaponry of the IRS?"

Upon hearing his tribe being insulted in this way, Dieter instantly flew into a rage and reached for the pistol on the table.

Fortunately, Virginia reacted quickly and stopped him, saying, "Don't be impulsive, Dieter!"

After saying this, he waved to Smith and said, "Sheriff Smith, you can go now!"

Smith didn't have time to continue talking to this idiot. He turned around and walked out of the room. After returning to his car, he hesitated for a long time before taking out his phone and dialing a number.

Meanwhile, in an office within the Las Vegas City Council building.

"What's wrong, Smith?"

"Congressman Strong, something has happened..."

On the other end of the phone, Smith recounted the entire story of David's stabbing.

After hearing this, the congressman named Strong frowned, pondered for a moment, and replied, "Don't get involved in this matter!"

"But Representative Strong, if Dieter really gets caught by the IRS, given my relationship with him, I'm afraid... I might get implicated..."

(End of this chapter)