American Tax Officer

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David looked at him as if he were looking at a fool, "Are you done?"

"Although your IRS has great power, you can't treat a law-abiding citizen like this. You just wait and see..."

"Law-abiding citizen?"

David sneered dismissively and asked, "Tell me, on the 18th of last month, did you or did you not help a member of the Brotherhood smooth over an indecent dispute?"

"The 18th, indecent..."

Samson, who had been incessantly angry, was momentarily taken aback upon hearing this, as if he had just remembered something.

Then, regaining his composure, he retorted, "What does that have to do with your IRS?"

"Your employer, a member of the Brotherhood by the name of Boulware Leonard, gave you three thousand US dollars in cash. As for where that money came from, I won't delve into that just yet, but according to the records of our IRS system, you didn't declare that income, did you?"

Color drained from Samson's face instantly.

For these under-the-table payments, especially those in cash rather than through transfers, 99 out of 100 Americans wouldn't declare them on their taxes.

But what he couldn't understand was how the IRS got wind of this.

Had they planted cameras on him, or wiretapped him?

Regardless of how the IRS found out, if this was proven to be true, he was definitely guilty of tax evasion!

And as a lawyer, it was even more serious since he knew the law and broke it!

"You say you gave, but I say you're framing me!"

Regardless of how the IRS found out, Samson naturally couldn't admit to anything right now, or else he would surely be proven guilty.

David, not in a hurry, leisurely said, "Alright, if you say it's a frame-up, then it's a frame-up. On December 25th, a member of your Brotherhood, Malthus Keir, was caught by the police in a drug bust, and you personally smoothed things over at the police station; he gave you two thousand US dollars in cash as thanks. Is that also a frame-up?"

Already uneasy, Samson became thoroughly disturbed upon hearing this.

He could dismiss the earlier event with Boulware Leonard, but now the IRS also knew about the Malthus Keir incident.

He felt that the IRS must have been secretly investigating him for a long time!

After some consideration, he felt he could no longer stubbornly resist, because David seemed confident about having a hold on him.

His attitude began to shift, and in a calmer tone, he asked, "What do you want?"

David leaned back and replied, "Let's talk about those employers of yours behind the scenes—what are they doing with all those weapons?"

Although weapons weren't under the jurisdiction of the IRS.

But those silver-spooned members of the Brotherhood, stockpiling such an arsenal, were definitely plotting something. He wanted to see if there was any profit to be made.

Without directly answering, Samson smoothly changed the subject, "Isn't the IRS just about collecting taxes? How about this, I will talk to my employers, see how much illegal income they have, and let them calculate and pay up. How's that?"

Even though his employers were fearless men,

being targeted by the IRS was always a hassle. He planned to reason with them with understanding and persuasive arguments.

After all, what was a little money to those born with silver spoons?

"No, I want to meet them!"

To avoid underreporting by the Brotherhood members and also to gather more information, David felt that examining them firsthand was the most reliable approach.

Samson shook his head, "No need, I can pass on the message just fine!"

David chuckled at this and replied, "Do you think you have a choice right now?"

"You... what do you mean by that?"

"I mean, I want to meet them, and you just need to answer yes or no!"

"And if I refuse?"

David didn't answer but instead motioned with a gesture toward the glass mirror.

The next second, Nisen entered the room.

David said, "Go contact Judge Kiesa..."

"Wait, what are you going to do?"

Samson grew anxious, sensing that something was amiss.

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"I didn't do anything, you're a lawyer, aren't you? Let's see if you can win this lawsuit for yourself in court!"

Upon hearing these words, Samson's face instantly turned the color of liver.

Everyone knows that there's no such thing as fairness, justice, or human rights in an IRS courtroom, especially now that David holds leverage over him.

Once taken to court, a prison sentence was almost certain!

"They're not in Las Vegas now!"

Although Samson knew that David was merely frightening him, even so, he didn't dare continue to resist any further.

"Where are they then?"

"They're in the Redstone Mountains..."

"The Redstone Mountains? What are they doing there?"

Samson was silent for a while before he finally blurted out two words: "Hunting."

"Explain."

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Ten minutes later, David and Nisen left the interrogation room with a solemn expression on their faces.

According to Samson's confession.

The so-called "hunting" by that group of spoiled heirs wasn't just the hunting of animals, they were hunting humans!

David had seen many movies about this sort of thing, wherein a group of satiated yet morally bankrupt wealthy individuals looked for some thrilling game to play.

They would first contact human traffickers to bring them a batch of 'lambs' from around the country, or even from abroad.

Then, these rich folks would select one or two individuals each and finally drop them at a location to fight each other to the death.

In the end, the person who had their candidate survive to the last would be declared the champion and receive a handsome sum as prize money.

But what David hadn't expected was that this kind of game, normally only seen in movies, was actually being played in reality!

David knew the Brotherhood's heirs were somewhat extreme but had not expected them to go this far!

"Chief Tax Officer, what do we do?"

Nisen looked towards David.

According to Samson's confession just now, the jackpot for this event was fifteen million US dollars.

This money was collective funds obtained through robbery and extortion by the members upon joining the Brotherhood.

And now, this fund had become the prize for this hunting event.

If they could take possession of it, it would amount to 5,940,000 US dollars, truly a substantial amount.

"Get Bucky and the others, take this guy with us, and let's head to the Redstone Mountains!"

According to Samson's confession, the heir's hunting game had started yesterday and was supposed to last for several days.

He needed to obtain more tax achievements as soon as possible, naturally he couldn't wait until these people finished and returned, so he would have to make the trip himself.

Fortunately, the Redstone Mountains weren't too far from Las Vegas, being about a two-hour drive.

"Understood!"

Regarding those spoiled heirs, as each of them was lawless, to ensure safety before taking action, David brought along six members from his team, in addition to Ariel and Selina, and found Hector, planning to borrow five inspectors from him.

Hector was naturally very willing. He immediately recalled the five inspectors who were out on cases, put on bulletproof vests, armed themselves with rifles and other weapons, and set off towards the Redstone Mountains.

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The Redstone Mountains, located about a two-hour drive east of Las Vegas, is a vast area with magnificent natural scenery and a sparsely populated region.

The name of the mountain range comes from its unique red rocks that seem to emanate a hot breath under the sunlight.

The peaks are varied and picturesque, incredibly steep, and from a distance, they look like the backbone of the earth, abrupt and towering into the clouds.

"Is this the place?"

After two hours of driving, David and his team had already arrived there, and inside a seven-seater service vehicle, David asked Samson, who was leading the way.