American Tax Officer

Miyano Masho frowned, but still said, "I've checked, and according to your Black Tax Act, as long as we pay taxes, your National Tax Bureau is responsible for protecting our identities and secrets, even the FBI has no right to access them, right?"

David smiled and replied, "Of course, once you've paid your taxes, we won't disclose anything about you, not just to the FBI, even if the President were to ask, we'd still say 'no comment'!"

Miyano Masho was of course extremely reluctant to pay such a large amount of taxes, but hearing this did provide him with some consolation.

"I've also found out that people who contribute to your Black Tax Act get a certain tax reduction, right?"

David first glanced at Miyano Masho, then at his cohorts behind him, and replied, "There is such a regulation, but from what I see, all your people are here, and that doesn't count as making a contribution."

"I'm not talking about my people."

David became somewhat interested and asked, "What do you mean then?"

"In the Lake District, there are more than just our group involved in theft, I know another group that specifically targets tourists' possessions!"

"Oh? Who are they?"

"Bangguo People!"

Paying such a large amount of taxes, Miyano Masho was, of course, feeling very disgruntled.

But what made him feel most aggrieved was that, as far as he knew, another gang doing the same business had not yet been approached by the National Tax Bureau.

And that gang consisted of Bangguo People.

The two groups had arrived in Las Vegas at almost the same time, and they had fought over territories and interests for a long time.

Several lives had been lost due to the conflicts, and finally, under Smith's mediation, things had calmed down.

Afterward, Smith set boundaries for the two groups.

They, the Island Nation people, could only target tourists' vehicles.

While the Bangguo People group was restricted to targeting tourists' belongings.

Now that his Island Nation group had been approached by the National Tax Bureau, he naturally couldn't bear to see the Bangguo People still roaming free!

"Bangguo People..."

After pondering for a moment, David said, "Prepare detailed information for me. If it's useful, starting next month, you will receive a tax reduction!"

As for the Bangguo People group, David was not sure if the bureau's intelligence division had already investigated them. He would need to verify this with Lewis.

Miyano Masho nodded, then waved at his subordinates behind him, and a black fabric bag was brought forward.

"Here is my seventy-six thousand four hundred and forty US dollars, count it and see if it's correct!"

...

Watching the conversation between Miyano Masho and David as well as the bundles of cash now appearing, the inspectors gathered around, each with wide eyes.

It seemed their guess was right, David had indeed cracked another case.

And with over seventy thousand US dollars revealed, plus the crowd of people behind, it was foreseeable that this was definitely no small sum!

At that moment, everyone was not only puzzled but also filled with immense envy.

On the fourth floor, in Lewis's office.

Because the assessment period was imminent, Lewis was exceptionally busy, constantly dealing with various forms related to the team.

Just then, the phone on his desk rang.

He picked it up with some impatience, "What is it?"

"Chief Tax Officer, Inspector David..."

"What!"

When Lewis heard that another big group had come to pay taxes, he was dumbfounded and incredulous.

No way, the car theft case had just been assigned to David the day before, how could it be solved today?

He had never dealt with that gang of car thieves, but could they really be that easy to negotiate with?

Impossible!

These criminals were sly and difficult, one after another.

Even if they knew about the might of the National Tax Bureau, getting them to honestly pay taxes was akin to cutting their own flesh; they wouldn't hand it over so easily.

Moreover, they were Island Nation people!

The National Tax Bureau's deterrent effect on them was far less than that on the zero down payment group of old Black.

First, there was the Encar Casino loan case, then the zero down payment case, and now, this car theft case.

This young man, how was he doing it?

Lewis felt like he could no longer see through David.

"After work is over, have him come to my office!"

...

The car theft gang had only about twenty people, and under the operations of David and Nisen, in just over an hour, all the individuals' files had been registered, and all the tax receipts had been issued.

David picked up the calculator, added the amounts together and said to Nisen, "I have ninety-two thousand two hundred and sixty US dollars on my side."

After completing his calculations, Nisen also replied, "I have thirty-three thousand six hundred and eighty-nine US dollars."

"Together... that makes one hundred and twenty-five thousand nine hundred and forty-nine US dollars!"

Despite anticipating it, the inspectors, who were all ears, still felt a shiver in their hearts upon hearing this amount.

In the Encar Casino loan case before, David and Nisen had earned three hundred and ninety-six thousand US dollars in tax achievements.

The subsequent zero down payment case added another one hundred and thirty-nine thousand dollars.

With this current sum of one hundred and twenty-five thousand nine hundred and forty-nine, that made for over six hundred thousand US dollars!

In one assessment period, accounting for over six hundred thousand US dollars, this was not just unprecedented in their own office but even if you combined the tax achievements of the large district and Newtown District Sub-Branch for this assessment period, they probably couldn't match that!

"The figure is correct, then I'll take it in, David!"

As everyone was absorbed in thoughts, Mary, who was overseeing the count, announced with a smile, "All good!"

Seeing that David's work was finished, an inspector who had been observing said, "David, Chief Tax Officer Lewis wants you to drop by his office!"

David turned to look at the man, nodded, put away the extra materials back into the drawer, and then headed towards the elevator.

Watching David's retreating figure, the inspector who had called out to him turned his head, spoke suggestively to Bucky, "Bucky, what do you think?"

"With such a tax achievement in hand, unless he makes a big mistake, once Lewis's transfer is confirmed, David has a good chance for that position!"

Bucky's expression was laced with both envy and a tinge of disappointment.

Before the Black Tax Act was enacted.

If you were to ask who in the team was most likely to succeed Chief Tax Officer Lewis, it would naturally be Bucky and Nisen.

Besides being the most senior, they were also the most capable.

But with the enactment of the Black Tax Act and David's recent outstanding achievements, it seemed that prospect was moving further away.

There was no way around it, the Black Tax Act was inherently a ruthless competition where the capable rise to the top and the incompetent are weeded out.

No one else could be blamed, only their own lack of ability.