American Tax Officer

"It's all right,"

David walked over to Nisen, patted him on the shoulder, offered some comforting words, then turned to instruct the others, "Go inside and check."

Bucky Simmons immediately rushed into the cabin.

About two minutes later, they came out, each carrying a bag and placing it on the ground.

But that wasn't all; they went back in and out for about five or six trips, bringing out more than a dozen bags in total.

David walked up and opened one, revealing it to be full of bundles of banknotes.

According to the information previously provided by Samson, the champion of this group of rich kids' hunting game would win a prize of 15 million US Dollars.

And the total amount here was approximately that sum!

David looked at the heirs present and said loudly, "Do you know why we came to find you today?"

The heirs, looking at the bags of money that had been brought out and then thinking of what the Internal Revenue Service does, could not be clearer about the situation.

But at this moment, they were too preoccupied to care about that, as the death of the red-haired man had left everyone feeling somewhat unsettled.

"Because on December 3, our Internal Revenue Service passed a law, mandating that any illegally obtained income must be taxed by our Internal Revenue Service!"

"And this money... Can anyone explain where it came from?"

Having said that, David looked at the people present.

The money was the Brotherhood members' funds, accumulated through kidnapping, extortion, and robbery; how could they possibly explain? So, they could only remain silent.

"Since you can't explain, then according to our Internal Revenue Service's tax rate, I'll be taking 5.94 million US Dollars from here. You don't have any objections, do you?"

Seeing that the heirs still didn't speak, Bucky Simmons and others didn't bother with further talk and directly proceeded to count the funds.

About 15 minutes passed.

Bucky gave David an OK gesture, indicating that the 5.94 million in tax revenue had been accounted for.

David then said to the heirs again, "Gentlemen, please come with us to the Internal Revenue Service office. Don't worry, you'll just be giving a statement. After that's done, we won't detain you..."

"What about Markus' case?"

An heir could no longer hold back, stood out, and glared at David, his voice carrying a blaming tone.

David looked at him and replied, "After we announced our presence, he still dared to attack us. What do you think should happen?"

"But... that doesn't mean you can kill him!"

"So, are you saying it's okay for him to kill us?"

The heir closed his mouth, no longer speaking.

David then looked towards the others and pointed to the red-haired man on the ground, asking, "Anyone else want to stand up for him?"

The scene was silent for a minute, with no one daring to stand out again.

"Since there are none, please get ready to come with us!"

In the following time, out of humanitarianism, David first had the heirs release the poor creatures in the mountains, then had them split into two groups and taken away in two official vehicles.

"You two stay behind, wait for the hospital staff to come clean up the scene!"

David left Bucky and Simmons in charge of the aftermath, and then he and Nisen got into a car brought by one of the heirs and headed back towards Las Vegas.

Since learning that the man he had killed was the Governor's son, Nisen had looked like a lost soul, staring blankly out of the window all the way back.

David, unable to bear seeing him like this, offered reassurance, "Don't worry, Nisen, even though you pulled the trigger, this is not a burden you will have to bear. You'll be alright!"

During the Dieter case, Nisen had once saved his life, a favor David rarely mentioned but never forgot.

This operation had also been personally led and commanded by him, and both morally and logically, he had to take on all the responsibility.

However, they had all acted by the book during this operation; in principle, there shouldn't be any need to assume any responsibility.

The only trouble now was that the deceased was the son of the Nevada State Governor.

But to be honest, if it had been a Congressman or a Senator, David would have been somewhat wary.

After all, those people held the reins of Congress.

And Congress is the heart of America's rulemaking, also the greatest source of power for the Internal Revenue Service.

Although the Governor's power was considerable, it was firstly, mostly confined to his state and secondly, he had no way to shake the source of the Internal Revenue Service's power.

So, if the other party was sensible, it was fine; otherwise, David wouldn't mind teaching the Governor a lesson.

Nisen turned his head and nodded slightly, lost in thoughts of his own.

Two hours later, David and his team returned to the Lake District Sub-Bureau.

He first had Nisen and the others take the heirs to the interrogation room for separate questioning in order to obtain their statements. This would make the enforcement of the operation more legitimate and leave the Governor with nothing to say or to pursue officially.

Then, David himself went to the Chief's office, knocked on the door, and entered.

"How did it go? Was everything smooth?"

Before departing for the Redstone Mountains, David had reported it to William, so now seeing David return, he asked.

David replied, "Well, it was pretty smooth, but there were some complications. I'd like to report to you, Chief..."