American Tax Officer

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After chatting with Egbert for about half an hour, David finally walked out of his office, found Nisen Bakesimmons, and the trio, and said, "Go to the FBI Office."

Like the Ninglin State Tax Bureau, the FBI Office was also located on the same main avenue in Ninglin, just a ten-minute drive away, and they soon arrived at the entrance.

On the third floor, an agent hurried into Gavin's office and said, "Mr. Gavin, David has brought people to our building."

"Hm?"

Gavin was reviewing documents, and upon hearing this, his pen hovered in midair, and his expression turned somewhat rigid.

He knew it wouldn't be hard for the Tax Bureau to figure out that Bowen's investigation report had originated from their FBI.

He had considered that after David arrived in Carson City, he might have plans for retaliation against them, but he hadn't expected the man to so brazenly show up at their doorstep.

And his brazen early visit was definitely not for a casual cup of tea, it was most likely to pick a bone!

This was their FBI Office in Nevada State, his turf!

You, David, messing with others is one thing, but thinking you can cause trouble on my FBI's ground?

What does that mean?

Just as Gavin was feeling irked, another agent barged in and said, "Mr. Gavin, Director David from the IRS has requested to meet you."

"Requested to see me? Who does he think he is? Tell him, I'm very busy!"

Although David had been in the limelight recently, when it came to rank, he was way below Gavin, and since he was most likely there to cause trouble, Gavin obviously would not show him any courtesy.

"Yes, sir."

The reporting agent promptly turned and exited the office, soon reaching David in the lobby on the first floor, and said, "I'm sorry, Director David, our Mr. Gavin is swamped with official duties and can't spare the time right now."

"What do you mean by this, FBI? Our State Tax Bureau personally comes over, and you don't even give us a chance for a meeting?"

Nisen immediately rose to his feet, angered.

While Bucky Simmons didn't speak, their expressions were also very displeased.

The FBI was already wreaking havoc with their inspectors, and now that they'd taken the trouble to come to them, they wouldn't even perform the courtesy of a face-to-face meeting, turning them away instead?

That's a bit too disrespectful!

The agent spread his hands: "It's not that we don't want to, but as you know, our FBI isn't like your State Tax Bureau, which only needs to handle a single task of taxation. We investigate terror attacks, kidnappings, espionage, and other cases, and we also need to provide various assistance to federal, state, county, and local agencies. The workload is just too much." Only on m v|le|mp|yr

"And Mr. Gavin is currently busy investigating a terror attack case. As important as taxation is, it can't be more important than national security, right?"

On the surface, the agent seemed to be explaining the reasons to Nisen Bakesimmons and the others.

But in reality, there was a sarcastic tone in his words, and Nisen and the others were not fools; they could certainly hear it.

Just as they were about to become more upset, they were stopped by a gesture from David.

"The reason I am here today is simply to have a chat with Special Agent Gavin. Please go and inform him again, and let him 'consider it carefully'!"

As David spoke the last four words, he emphasised them slightly.

The agent hesitated for a moment, but, not daring to conclude directly, he turned and went up to Gavin's office on the third floor again, reporting: "Mr. Gavin, he still wishes to speak with you and says to 'consider it carefully'."

"Consider it carefully?!"

The agent had mimicked David's tone when saying these four words, so of course, Gavin picked up on the implied threat.

He snorted coldly and replied, "Tell him, I'm very busy, and I don't have time to consider these things!"

"Yes, sir."

Carrying Gavin's message, the agent went back down to David in the lobby on the first floor and said, "I'm sorry, Director David, but Mr. Gavin is truly very busy right now, and he really doesn't have time to consider anything else."

After delivering this message, the agent immediately felt his heart sink.

The saying goes, "A man's reputation is like a tree's shadow," and after all, David had led armed forces into the Indian Tribe and had rectified the city halls of Sparks and Henderson, so the agent feared his words might directly anger the lion that was David.

To his surprise, after hearing his message, David didn't seem angry but calmly took out paper and a pen, which left the agent confused.

After a pause, he asked, "Director David, what are you... doing?"

"Nothing much, you get on with your work; I'll be leaving in a while."

David's calm demeanor and unflustered speech left the agent even more puzzled.

This wasn't right.

Whether it was leading armed forces into the Indian Tribe or fixing the city halls of Sparks and Henderson, all of it showcased David's domineering and ruthless tactics.

So how come now, when they, the FBI, had shown such disrespect, not only did David not react impulsively, but he also remained so calm?

Unable to understand, the agent didn't dare to linger in front of David and instead fled to a government service window some ten meters away. He pretended to be busy with work but was actually covertly observing David's actions.

[Name: Trevicon Gilbert.]

[Occupation: FBI Junior Agent.]

[Monthly Income: 8600 US Dollars.]

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[Name: Bertie Louis.]

[Occupation: FBI Senior Agent.]

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