American tax officials

Chapter 96 Things Take a Turn for the Better, Dieter Returns to the Reservation

Strong paused for a moment before replying, "You guys need to settle things clearly beforehand; I'll handle the rest!"

"Delivery..."

Smith looked troubled, but ultimately agreed: "Alright, Congressman Strong, I know what to do!"

After ending the call, Strong opened his contacts, found a number called "Chief Gar Omaha," and dialed it.

Shortly after, at the Bellagio Hotel.

Virginia hung up the phone and said to Dieter with a grave expression, "Deter, things may have really gotten out of hand. Chief Gar wants you to return to the reservation immediately!"

"What did you say?"

"The chief is ordering you to return to the reserve, immediately!"

Although Dieter looked very unhappy, if it were anyone else, he would have already started cursing.

But this was not only their tribe's chief, but also his uncle, so he had no choice but to suppress his temper and reluctantly stand up and leave.

……

State Taxation Bureau, Huzhou Branch.

"How are you, Tax Chief? Are you alright?"

Upon seeing David's arrival, Simmons and Ariel quickly came over to greet him, asking with concern, clearly aware of the shooting.

Although David had only been in office for a short time, they already regarded him as a very qualified boss.

The reason is simple: under David's leadership, they achieved more tax results than ever before, far exceeding those of other auditors in the bureau.

"It's alright, did you bring the person back?"

"He's been brought back; he's in the interrogation room."

David nodded and said, "Help me find out about a man named Iman Pritch who came from Somalia in Africa!"

"it is good."

Ariel immediately turned around and went to do it.

David then walked into the interrogation room, and Sapir, who was inside, turned pale upon seeing David's arrival.

It would be better if David died.

At least the IRS's attention will definitely be focused on dealing with Dieter, and he might even be able to take advantage of the situation.

But now that David is still alive, it's not just Dieter who's going to be in trouble; as Dieter's right-hand man, he's bound to suffer as well.

"So, Mr. Sapir, what's the rush to China for? Don't tell me you're going on vacation!"

Sapir feigned composure and replied, "Chief Tax Officer David, I'm neither a criminal nor restricted from leaving the country by any relevant department. Going to China wouldn't be illegal, would it?"

David smiled and replied, "You're right, you're not a prisoner and you're not restricted from leaving the country, but who knows, maybe you will be soon?"

Sapir's expression tightened, and he replied, "What do you mean?"

"You know exactly what you mean!"

David crossed his arms, leaned back slightly, and said, "Mr. Sapir, the charges of assisting Dieter in money laundering, drug trafficking, and tax evasion alone are enough to put you in jail for life, not to mention plotting the assassination of the IRS chief!"

Sapir panicked and quickly protested, "Don't slander me! I absolutely did not participate in the assassination attempt on you; it has nothing to do with me!"

Sapir thought to himself, "If I dared to get involved in this, would I need to run away?"

David looked at him with a half-smile and said, "Mr. Sapir, I never said you were involved in my assassination attempt. How did you know?"

"this……"

Sapir realized he had misspoke in his panic and quickly tried to salvage the situation, saying, "I only heard about it..."

"Alright, Mr. Sapir, I'm a very fair person. Let's keep things separate. If you're willing to cooperate, I'll only hold Dieter accountable for this, and it won't involve you!"

Sapir asked, "How should we coordinate?"

"I need your group's operating procedures, ledgers, warehouses, accounts, and... you might need to testify against Dieter in court!"

Everything was fine until Sapir heard that he had to testify against Dieter in court, at which point he shook his head and said, "No, I can't testify against Dieter!"

He knew that Native American tribes were very protective of their own.

Even if the IRS takes down Dieter, Dieter's tribe might not be able to do anything to the IRS, but dealing with him would still be very easy.

David's expression hardened, and he said coldly, "Do you think you have a choice?"

"you……"

Sapir's face flushed red as he retorted, "If I testify against Dieter, I won't live either!"

"It's not that exaggerated. Their tribe does have some influence, but as long as you're willing to testify, don't talk about getting your sentence reduced by doing good deeds. You want to go to China, right? Then I'll send someone to escort you there. No matter how powerful their tribe is, they can't possibly chase us all the way there, can they?"

Sapir fell silent.

After struggling with his thoughts for about three minutes, he gritted his teeth and said, "I have one more request: the IRS cannot confiscate my assets!"

David is right.

The Dieter family is powerful, but once he leaves the country, even if they are powerful, they will be powerless to stop him.

He's earned enough over the years to last him the rest of his life, so there's no need for him to keep fighting with the IRS and end up spending his life in jail.

"Okay, we won't confiscate your assets, but you need to pay your taxes first!"

Sapir replied, "Okay!"

"Tell me, what are the specific details of your group's operations...?"

"..."

In the following time, Sapir gave a detailed account of the Dieter Group's operations, the laundering of funds, and the location of the contraband warehouse.

In addition, several accounts were listed.

According to his confession, these were all Dieter's accounts.

"Alright, Mr. Sapir, for your safety's sake, we'll have to trouble you to stay at our station for now!"

David walked out of the interrogation room, just as Ariel approached and said, "We found out. This man named Iman Pritch smuggled himself in three years ago."

"Later, he joined Virginia's side and, with Virginia's help, obtained a green card in the United States."

"Oh, by the way, his wife and two children also came with him on the illegal border. Their names are... and the two children also got into schools in our Lake District with Virginia's help!"

After listening, David nodded, handed her the slip of paper with the account details written on it, and said, "Check these accounts. If there are any large sums of money, freeze them immediately!"

"yes!"

For safety's sake, David went to the armory, took out a bulletproof vest, and put it on.

He had always complained that bulletproof vests were uncomfortable to wear and only wore them when going on missions, but the assassination attempt just now served as a reminder to him.

Compared to comfort, staying alive is the most important thing!

After putting on his bulletproof vest, he drove to the hospital where Iman Pritch was staying.

Iman had already removed the bullet and was lying in a private hospital room, while Nissen, Wade, and Balk were monitoring him.

"How is he?"

Nissen replied, "The bullet didn't hit any vital organs and has been removed!"

David nodded, looked at Wade and Balk, and said, "I need to speak with the suspect. You two, step outside for a moment!"

"Chief Tax Officer David, our Sheriff Smith has confessed..."

"I'll tell everyone!"

Seeing David's eyes and his unyielding tone, Wade and Balk's expressions darkened. They exchanged a glance, but ultimately didn't dare to say anything and walked straight out the door.

David pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Iman. Looking at Iman, whose hand was cuffed to the bed and whose face was ashen, he said, "Virginia sent you to kill me, didn't she?"

Iman maintained the same expression as before, as if he hadn't heard a single word.

"I'm here to help you. If you're determined to work for Virginia, then I can't help you!"

Seeing that he remained unmoved, David's expression hardened, and he said, "Wallace Nick is your wife, isn't she? Bailey Pritch and Julie Pritch are your son and daughter, aren't they?"

Upon hearing about his wife and children, Iman reacted slightly. He suddenly turned his head and stared at David, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

But he quickly calmed down.

In his view, David was a public official, not a gangster or a ruthless killer like Virginia, so no matter what, he wouldn't harm his wife and children.

David seemed to see through his thoughts and continued, "Don't worry, I'm not one of those people who instructed you. I wouldn't do anything to harm your wife and children."

"But what do you think would happen if your child's school found out that his father was a murderer?"

"Having been in America for so long, you should know very well that while they preach equality, it's actually anything but!"

"White people discriminate against Black people, and Black people discriminate against newcomers like you, especially since you're a murderer!"

Upon hearing these words, Iman felt a pang of pain in his heart.

He knew, of course, that what David was saying was true.

If the school finds out that he killed someone, although the school may not expel his child, the child will definitely be ostracized or even ridiculed by his peers!

But there was nothing we could do.

Virginia had shown him kindness and support, and he knew what she would do if he betrayed her.

It is true that David would not harm his wife and children.

But Virginia won't be so easy to talk to!

Seeing that Iman still wouldn't budge, David frowned and continued, "I know, Virginia got green cards for you and your family."

"But don't think that having a green card means you and your wife and children can settle down here. We have plenty of ways to deport lawbreakers like you and your families!"

"Think about it, what was the point of all the hardships you went through to smuggle yourself here?"

"Isn't it all so we can live a better life!"

"Do you really want your wife and children to return to that hell on earth in Somalia?"

Iman panicked and immediately said, "No, you have no right to do that!"

Somalia has been plagued by war for many years, with various pirates and warlords controlling the country.

A family like theirs, powerless and without influence in the local area, would either starve to death or be killed by war if sent back.

(End of this chapter)