American tax officials

Chapter 99 A Member of Parliament Steps In

This is the office.

Smith pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, pushed it in front of David, and said, "Chief Tax Officer David, I'd like to do you a favor for the IRS. I wonder if you'd be willing to accept it?"

David paused for a moment, then picked up the paper and began to examine it.

His eyes narrowed slightly when he saw the information above.

This contains information about many criminal gangs in the lake area, including the types of business they engage in, their addresses, and approximate income.

These must be groups that have interests dealing with Smith.

Logically speaking, Smith had no obligation to give him these people's information.

After all, handing over these people's information to the IRS would damage Smith's reputation and profits.

But why did he do that?

Is it really as he claims, just to do a favor for the IRS?

Or perhaps he was afraid that Dieter's case would implicate him?

After thinking for a moment, David tentatively asked, "Sheriff Smith, this favor you're doing for me is probably a bit too much..."

Smith shrugged and replied, "Well, I wonder if you'd be interested in taking it?"

David thought for a moment and replied, "Since you've already delivered it to me, there's no reason not to accept it. Thank you, Sheriff Smith, for your cooperation with the IRS!"

Upon hearing this reply, Smith breathed a sigh of relief.

What is human sentiment?

Human relationships are all about worldly wisdom!

He not only paid his taxes himself, but also made his subordinates pay them, and even sent them a list of criminals in the lake area.

According to common sense, Dieter's case shouldn't involve him, right?

And the handover that Congressman Strong instructed him to do is now completely complete!

Stopping his thoughts, Smith stood up, but just as he reached the door, he suddenly remembered something and turned back to ask, "Chief Tax Officer David, may I ask you a question?"

David looked at him and replied, "What's the problem?"

"What I want to know is, will your IRS send in armed personnel to arrest Dieter?"

"The decision of whether or not to send troops is not on our side, but on Chief Gar's side!"

David's meaning was clear enough.

If the Native American tribes were willing to hand over Dieter willingly, then they naturally wouldn't have gone to great lengths to send their armed forces over.

But if the Native American tribes insist on defending themselves, then there's nothing that can be done; it all comes down to who has the stronger fist!

Smith understood, of course, and without lingering, he turned and left with Wade and Balk.

After stepping out of the IRS office and getting into my car.

Wade said thoughtfully, "Do you think Gar Omaha will really hand over Dieter?"

"I don't think they'll hand it over easily. Native Americans have always been protective of their own, and this Dieter is Gar Omaha's nephew. If this chief can't even protect his own nephew, what will the rest of the tribe think of him?"

After hearing Balk's answer, Wade also felt that there was some truth to it.

As a tribal chief, Gar Omaha couldn't even protect his own family, so how could he protect other tribesmen?

Whether it's for blood ties or for face and dignity, they certainly won't hand over Dieter so easily.

And if the Native American tribes dare not pay, the IRS will not stand idly by!

Thinking of this, Wade said with a hint of anticipation, "If that's the case, then if a conflict breaks out between the two sides, that will be big news!"

In his recollection, the IRS had not deployed armed forces since the last century when it used force to crack down on Al Capone's influence.

If they were to "recreate their divine power" in Las Vegas this time, the amount of buzz they would generate would be unimaginable.

"You two, don't accept any money for now, and make sure to keep a low profile!"

Smith knew that if such a conflict were to break out, a large number of media outlets would get involved and dig deep to find out what was going on.

It wouldn't be fun if we managed to resolve the issues with the IRS but then fell into the hands of the media.

"knew!"

Both of them were aware of the seriousness of the matter and agreed in unison.

……

Forty kilometers north of the lake area, this area was originally just a desert. However, due to the government's development of Las Vegas, a large number of Native Americans who originally lived in the city were relocated here, eventually forming the largest Native American tribe in Las Vegas.

Far from the hustle and bustle of the city, without towering buildings blocking out the sun, only the vast land and blue sky and white clouds complement each other.

From a bird's-eye view, the architecture here is another highlight of the tribe, with both residential and public buildings maintaining the traditional Native American style.

Wooden houses, thatched houses, and earthen houses are scattered throughout the village in a well-organized manner. Each building has its own unique design and decoration. The walls are painted with exquisite totems, and colorful feathers and ribbons hang under the eaves, creating a mysterious and rich indigenous atmosphere.

The most distinctive feature of the reserve is its casino.

It differs from the luxurious casinos inside Las Vegas, appearing more primitive and rich in ethnic characteristics.

The casino is built with earth-colored wood and thatched roofs, blending seamlessly with the natural environment. It allows people to experience both heavenly and hellish thrills while also enjoying a pure and natural return to simplicity.

To maintain order on the reservation, squads of Native American police officers patrolled the area, dressed in traditional uniforms, wearing feathered headdresses, carrying firearms, and looking solemn.

Meanwhile, deep within the reserve, in a house adorned with a bald eagle totem.

"Congressman Strong, is the IRS really that difficult?"

Inside the room, seven or eight people dressed in traditional Native American clothing were gathered together, with Strong and a withered old man wearing a white feathered headdress sitting alone in the upper row.

The one asking this question now is an elderly man on the bottom left, named Twen Omaha, who is Dieter's father.

"According to the federal constitution, the IRS has the power to freeze anyone's account, seize anyone's property, and has all investigative powers in tax matters. In addition, it has its own lawyers, courts, judges, and armed forces. Do you think that's difficult to deal with?"

Strong's words sent a chill down the spines of the Native Americans present.

Because they enjoyed tax privileges granted by the American government, the Native Americans had never dealt with this department and had no idea what it was all about.

Only after Strong's explanation did they finally realize that their people might have really gotten into trouble this time!

Twen pleaded, "Congressman Strong, no matter how difficult the IRS is, they are still my son. Please help me out..."

Strong looked troubled, then replied, "Everything else is easy to discuss, but your son daring to assassinate an IRS officer is a difficult issue to resolve..."

"Regardless of the circumstances..."

Just as Twen was about to continue speaking, the commotion outside made everyone turn to look.

Soon, two young Indian men carried the somewhat unconscious Dieter in, while Virginia followed behind without daring to lift her head.

Seeing that he had gotten himself into such a big mess, Dieter was still acting all high and mighty, which infuriated the Native Americans present.

His father, Twen, rushed over and slapped his face repeatedly, yelling, "You bastard, wake up...get me some ice water!"

Before long, the young Indian men brought up two buckets of ice water and, at Twen's signal, immediately poured them on Dieter.

The biting cold instantly sobered up Dieter, who looked around at the scenery and then at his father.

His father, however, angrily retorted, "You bastard, where did you go last night?"

"last night……"

Dieter rubbed his head. After returning to the tribe last night, he was so addicted that he didn't immediately go back to his family. Instead, he found a place to indulge in some blissful pleasure for a while.

Twen grabbed Dieter by the collar and demanded, "I'm asking you, why did you order someone to assassinate an IRS agent? Why did you do that?"

It would have been better if Twen hadn't brought this up; the mere mention of it made him furious. He pulled away from his father's hand and cursed, "That damn IRS, that damn David! Collecting other people's taxes is one thing, but they want to collect mine too!"

"The tax policies we enjoy are granted by this country. Why should they collect taxes from me, and why should I pay them?"

Dieter is a pure racist.

In his view, those white people massacred their race and forcibly evicted them from their homes, so these taxes and privileges should be compensation for it!

But the IRS and David actually dared to take away his compensation. How could he tolerate that?

This is also why he was determined to kill David!

"Yes, if your business is operating through legitimate channels, then the IRS will naturally follow the tax privileges granted to you by the government. But Dieter, you need to understand, is what you're doing now a legitimate business? The IRS is acting according to the Black Tax Act, and there's nothing wrong with that!"

Strong was the one speaking this time.

Despite being a member of parliament, he holds a high position of power in Las Vegas and even in Nevada.

But to be honest, he didn't want to get involved in this kind of thing.

After all, this involves the IRS, and as a congressman, he knows better than anyone how formidable the IRS is.

But there was no other way. First, he had a vested interest in the Omaha family, and second, he needed the votes of this Native American tribe.

"Even if it's not a legitimate business, the IRS can't..."

"Shut up!"

Before Dieter could continue, the old man with the white feathered crown next to Strong interrupted him.

Upon seeing that it was he who interrupted, even the tyrannical Dieter obediently shut his mouth.

Because this old man was none other than the chief of this tribe, Gar Omaha.

Garr looked at Dieter and said in an unyielding tone, "Take stock of your assets, and send them to the IRS immediately according to the amount of taxes due!"

Although Dieter was extremely unwilling, he dared not offend his uncle's authority in public, so he acquiesced.

Then, Garr turned to Strong, who was standing beside him, and said gently, "Congressman Strong, we'll need you to mediate this matter."

Upon hearing this, Strong's expression darkened slightly, and he replied with difficulty, "Chief Gal, if it weren't for the assassination involved, this matter would be easy to resolve, but now... it's a bit difficult to handle..."

"No matter what, my people cannot be sent to prison like this. We must resolve this matter, no matter the cost or resources required!"

Strong inwardly groaned, but for the sake of votes, he dared not refuse. After thinking for a while, he said, "I heard that the assassin we sent wasn't killed on the spot. If we can shut him up, there might be some room for negotiation..."

Ultimately, the crux of the matter lies in the assassination attempt on the IRS chief tax officer.

If the IRS can't make a fuss about this, then you can simply pay the taxes you owe and some compensation, and the IRS might just let it go.

At that point, Dieter might be able to turn a big problem into a small one, and a small problem into nothing.

"Chief...Chief, after things were exposed, I sent people over to try and silence the assassin, but the IRS were too cunning and moved him away..."

Virginia stepped forward and spoke shakily.

Upon hearing this, both Gar and the other Native Americans' faces darkened.

Fortunately, Virginia added, "However, the killer's wife and children are currently under my control. I think if I use that as leverage, the killer shouldn't give in to the IRS!"

Upon hearing that they had a hostage, the Native Americans at the scene finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Gar then spoke up, "Where are his wife and children now? Bring them to our tribe immediately!"

Within the reservation, no law enforcement agency has jurisdiction, and only by bringing the killer's family here can he feel at ease.

"I'll have my men move over here right away!"

Virginia immediately pulled out her phone, which was quickly answered. She said, "Willard, bring the men to the tribe!"

"Mr. Virginia, I'm afraid I can't do that!"

Virginia was stunned when she heard the unfamiliar voice on the other end of the phone.

It took him quite a while to come to his senses, and he demanded, "Who are you? Where is Willard?"

"IRS Lake District Inspector, Bucky!"

"Inland Revenue Department..."

Virginia's eyes widened in disbelief. She quickly hung up the phone and said to everyone present, her face filled with dejection, "The person has been 'kidnapped' by the IRS..."

"Damn it..."

"..."

The Native Americans at the scene immediately erupted in curses.

After a moment, Garr looked at Strong and said, "Congressman Strong, then it's up to you!"

"Chief Gal, I can't guarantee anything, I can only say I'll do my best!"

Strong was very unhappy, but he didn't dare to refuse. After saying that, he walked straight out.

Once outside and in his private car, he took out his phone and dialed a number: "Grey, there's something I need you to do..."

……

David's office at the IRS Lake District Office.

Bucky walked in and reported, "The CIA's intelligence network is truly impressive; I've rescued the person!"

David nodded in satisfaction and then asked, "Is everything settled in?"

"It's been arranged in an absolutely safe place!"

David became interested: "Absolutely safe? How safe?"

"The CIA's safe house, do you think it's safe?"

David was stunned by the answer, not expecting Bucky to have arranged for someone to go there.

But then again.

CIA safe houses are mostly designed to defend against terrorist attacks or enemy agents.

Although Dieter's group had some influence, they were ultimately just a bunch of thugs, and it was virtually impossible for them to breach the CIA's safe house.

"Did you request it, or did they arrange it on their own initiative?"

David felt that relying on his leverage to get help from the CIA might already have caused resentment, and asking them to arrange a safe house would be a bit excessive.

"Don't worry, they offered to help, and they said they were very happy to do us a favor!"

Hearing this, David was relieved and replied, "Then give them a call and tell them I appreciate their help!"

"clear!"

While the two were talking.

A black Cadillac was parked outside the IRS building.

The car door opened, and a man in his forties dressed in a suit stepped out. He was Gray Ivordor, the vice mayor of Las Vegas.

As it was the deputy mayor's arrival, Director William, who was in his office on the fourth floor, was soon notified.

After pondering for a moment, he replied to the receptionist on the other end of the phone, "Have him come up to my office!"

Just a few minutes later.

There was a knock on the door, and after receiving the words "Come in," Gray pushed the door open and entered, looking at William with a smile, saying, "Chief William, it's been a long time. How have you been?"

"Everything is fine, but I wonder what brought Deputy Mayor Gray here to our Lake District IRS office today?"

Gray pulled up a chair and sat down, saying, "It's nothing, the Lake District isn't under my jurisdiction. I heard your IRS has shut down several nightclubs these past few days, and a lot of unemployed people have complained to our city hall. I wanted to find out what's going on!"

"So that's how it is..."

William thought for a moment and replied, "As you know, our National Tax Congress passed a black tax bill on the 3rd of last month, and it is currently being vigorously promoted."

"As for the owners of those establishments you mentioned, we have clearly warned them three or four times. Not only did they refuse to pay taxes, but they even dared to openly attack our tax chief! This is utterly heinous and must be severely punished!"

William knew that the Deputy Mayor Gray in front of him was likely someone else's intermediary, sent to act as a lobbyist.

So he didn't waste any words and directly stated his attitude.

(End of this chapter)