American Tax Officer

Although he felt some sympathy for the plight of these girls, there was nothing he could do—their taxation bureau was responsible only for tax matters, and they had no authority over these illegal and criminal activities!

"Ah?"

Weidingled was somewhat confused and hastily said, "Then Director David, these..."

"I said, take me to your Chieftain!"

"This...okay then..."

Weidingled really hadn't expected this. He had made so much groundwork beforehand and thought David would be on board, but things turned out contrary to his wishes.

But there was nothing to be done. With David taking such a firm stance and tone, he didn't dare say more and could only comply.

Meanwhile, at Gael's residence.

"What did you say? Understood!"

Gael put down the phone, his expression grim, and then said to those present, "People from the tax authority are coming!"

Upon hearing this, the collected Elders all frowned.

From Gael's expression, they could tell that, most likely, Weidingled had not managed to handle David!

They were unsure what kind of 'blood and thunder' would arise once David arrived.

While they contemplated, half an hour passed.

Then, a young Indian man came in and said, "Chief, Elder Weidingled has brought the people from the tax authority."

"Let them in!"

"Yes."

Soon, David and his entourage were ushered in.

[Name: Gael Omaha.]

[Occupation: Indian Tribe Chieftain.]

[Monthly Income: Legal income Twelve Million US dollars, illegal income Seven Million Five Hundred Thousand US dollars.]

[Income Details: Earned through ruling the tribe, sheltering criminal elements within the tribe for a cut...]

[More Details:...]

[Tax Amount Due: Two Million Nine Hundred Seventy Thousand US dollars.]

...

[Name: Antoinette Lance.]

[Occupation: Indian Tribe Elder.]

[Monthly Income: Legal income Three Million Six Hundred Thousand US dollars, illegal income One Million Three Hundred Thousand US dollars.]

[Income Details: Earned through tribal dividends...]

[More Details:...]

[Tax Amount Due: Five Hundred Fourteen Thousand Eight Hundred US dollars.]

...

[Name: Roman FitzGerald.]

[Occupation: Indian Tribe Elder.]

[Monthly Income: Legal income Three Million Five Hundred Thousand US dollars, illegal income One Million Four Hundred Thousand US dollars.]

[Income Details: Earned through tribal dividends...]

[More Details:...]

[Tax Amount Due: Five Hundred Fifty-Four Thousand Four Hundred US dollars.]

...

Although he had already anticipated it in his mind, after inspecting the income of Chief Gael and the other Elders, David couldn't help but be taken aback.

Just Chief Gael alone had illegal monthly earnings of Seven Million Five Hundred Thousand US dollars, with tax due amounting to nearly Three Million.

The tax due on the illegal income of the other Elders also started in the hundreds of thousands.

If he could collect it all, David roughly calculated, it would be at least Eight Million US dollars.

Moreover, with the added tax money owed by other criminals doing business on the Indian Reservation, if everything was successfully collected, he might very well take the top spot in this assessment period's revenue rankings!

Bear in mind, this is Las Vegas.

If he, a tax officer from the Lake District, were to take the top spot in the revenue rankings, what kind of sensation would that cause?

"Director David, welcome to our tribe on behalf of the tax authority. What do you think, is the scenery of our tribe still pleasing?"

Just as David was immersed in thoughts of taxation, Gael interrupted his reverie.

David replied, "That's right, Chief Gael, your tribe has planned well. Even compared to our Lake District, it isn't far behind!"

"Then, Director David, you are always welcome to visit our tribe in the future. We will certainly treat you as our most honored guest!"

The implication in Gael's words was very clear.

As long as you don't trouble us, our Indian Tribe will regard you as a distinguished guest in the future; just give us your orders!

With an expressionless face, David replied, "Let's talk about the matter of visiting some other time, Chief Gael. You know why we from the IRS have come. Hand over the person to us, and we will leave immediately without harming a single flower or blade of grass in your tribe!"

These words caused Gael and the other seated elders to suddenly look grim, and the atmosphere at the scene immediately became tense.

What was all of this for?

Isn't it to downplay this matter, to make a big issue small, a small issue disappear?

Yet now that they had been so humble, David still seemed hell-bent on not letting go, which was really too much!

Tewin was growing increasingly upset and said irritably, "Why must it be this way, Director David? There's a saying, it's better to have one more friend than one more enemy. This does no good for either side!"

David glanced at him with disdain and retorted, "You must be Tewin. There is an old saying in China, 'If the son is not taught, it's the father's fault.' Perhaps your son has met this fate because of you!"

"What did you say!"

Tewin suddenly stood up, glaring at David with a menacing look.

As an elder of the Indian Tribe, even mayors and senators had to treat him with respect. When had anyone ever dared to speak to him with such disrespect?

"Shut up!"

Gael gave Tewin a glare, then turned his head to David and said, "What if the person you're looking for isn't here with us?"

David sneered, "Not here? Then our IRS will conduct the search ourselves!"

"You dare, this is our Indian Reservation!"

"According to federal law, no law enforcement agency has jurisdiction on our reservation!"

"This is our reservation, not your Lake District!"

Upon hearing David's words, the other elders also became enraged, standing up and pointing their fingers in accusation.

David's attempt to apprehend their tribe member was already humiliating enough. If they conducted a search, wouldn't it be like trampling on their dignity?

"Whether you have the authority or not is not for you to decide, Chief Gael. You are a smart man; you should make the smart choice!"

"I give you one day's time. Hand over Dieter before 1 PM tomorrow, or bear the consequences yourselves!"

With that, David stood up and prepared to leave.

As he was about to walk out the door, Gael suddenly called out, "Director David, is there really no room for negotiation in this matter?"

"No, you only have one option: hand over the person!"

With nothing left to say, Gael could only watch as David left.

"That damned bastard, he's just a Chief Tax Officer of the IRS, earning just a few tens of thousands a month; why does he have to be so desperate?"

"He doesn't take money, he doesn't want women, this bastard is really the IRS's loyal dog!"

"..."

Seeing David's departure, the elders couldn't help but curse loudly.

Gael said solemnly, "Contact Senator Marcus!"

...

At the West District Entrance.

Seeing David return safely, Simmons and the others stationed there heaved a sigh of relief and hurried over to inquire about the situation.

David didn't say much. After giving a brief report, he led the team back to the office, then headed straight to the chief's office.

Seeing David's return, William immediately asked, "How did it go? What's the situation in there?"

"The illegal transactions inside are indeed rampant; it could involve tens of millions of dollars a month!"

"Tens of millions of dollars a month."

William's eyes lit up, then he agilely changed the subject, "What about Dieter? What did they say?"

David answered, "Just as expected, their tribe, be it the Chieftain or the elders, are unwilling to hand over the person!"

"Unwilling?"

William's expression darkened initially, then he sneered, "No matter, let me share some good news. The material sent to the state bureau has been approved, and our armed forces can be dispatched at any time!"

David wasn't too surprised and replied, "I have given them a deadline of 1 PM tomorrow, but I think they are unlikely to comply. When the time comes..."

The two 'conspired' for several hours, and it was not until 5 PM that David stepped out of the office.