American Tax Officer

The office is this way.

David, who was processing documts, heard a knock and said, "Come in!"

The next second, two Chief Tax Officers from the bureau, Hector and Colton, walked in.

"Director David, what happed last night? I waited all night for your call, and in the d, there was no peep!"

"I felt the same way. Ever since I got your call, I was anxious and couldn't sleep, fearing you might need support!"

The two Chief Tax Officers that David had notified last night were other than these two m.

It was quite normal for the various teams within the bureau to help each other out, and they didn't mind too much.

But they had just gott word.

Last night's operation led by David had resulted in several million US dollars of tax revue earned.

That was several million US dollars!

And, what was most distressing to them was that with a wave of David's hand, each group under his command had be allocated one hundred thousand US dollars.

And they had not gott a single hair of it, which was somewhat unsettling.

David paused and replied, "Last night's operation wt smoothly, so I didn't disturb you two. Here's what, Hector, Hutton, I'll have Mary allocate twty thousand to your teams later as compsation for last night!"

He knew they had come to cash in after seeing him rake in so much tax revue.

Although they hadn't be of much help, there was no helping it. After all, for safety's sake, David had made a call to inform them last night.

Requesting a bit of compsation was also understandable.

Upon hearing the number twty thousand, both of them were pleased.

They knew David had brought in several million dollars, and that each team under him had received a hefty hundred thousand.

But indeed, they had not be of much help.

The fact that they were giv twty thousand in tax revue was quite gerous of him.

Hector, holding back his eagerness, feigned reluctance, "How can we accept this, Director David? We hav't really helped!"

"Yes, Director David, we really didn't help much..."

David saw their feigned reluctance but said nothing about it and replied, "Not helping is one thing, but I did call for your support, and that's another. Let's leave it at that!"

"Well... Alright, Director David. If there's any operation in the future that needs our team's help, just give us a call anytime!"

They were secretly delighted but maintained a façade of reluctance on the surface.

To be honest, they actually hoped that David would call on them at any time.

Ev just speaking of the twty thousand dollars, it might be ough to keep one of their small teams with four inspection groups busy for a few days.

If last night David had indeed called them for support, not to say they would receive a hundred thousand per group like his own team, but sharing a hundred thousand in tax revue among their team wouldn't be a problem, right?

"Certainly..."

Not long after the two left, a staff member from downstairs walked in with a stack of thick file bags and said, "Director David, this is for you!"

"All right, thank you!"

David took one of the file bags, pulled out the documts, and began reviewing them.

About half an hour later, he stopped checking them and appeared thoughtful.

This was information st from the CIA about criminals in the Lake District.

It included smugglers, fraudsters, arms traffickers, among various cases.

Many of these cases overlapped with those of their own bureau's intelligce departmt, but the information was much more detailed.

It must be said that the CIA really has a knack for intelligce gathering, living up to their reputation as the world's leading intelligce organization.

After some thought, David stood up and wt to the Inspector's Office on the third floor. To Bucky and Nis, who were busy at work, he said, "Both of you, come with me!"

He had Baldwin relay a message to Dieter last night, telling him to meet today.

But since it was still early, and considering that one of the cases provided by the CIA looked relatively easy to handle,

he would be waiting anyway. So, he decided to earn some 'extra cash' based on the information in the documt first!

And now was a time of crisis.

He had already touched the interests of both Dieter and the Mexico Gang, so to avoid pottial ambushes and out of caution, it was natural to bring Nis and Bucky along as bodyguards.

The two singled out didn't waste words, pinned on their tax badges, holstered their assigned guns, and followed David out of the sub-bureau's main door and into Nis's Volvo.

"Where to?"

"Xis Building!"

Xis Building, located at the intersection of Lake District and Main Street District, stood forty stories tall, mainly housing various small internet companies.

According to the information provided by the CIA,

the thirty-fifth floor housed an internet company named 'Changwan.'

This company ostsibly dealt with game developmt and planning, but in reality, its biggest business was creating game cheats!

Yes, cheats for games.

In America, using game cheats is not considered illegal.

But manufacturing and profiting from game cheats is a criminal act!

And the reason David said this case seemed easier to handle,

was mainly that these people were not ruthless like robbers or the likes of Dieter and the Mexico Gang.

Besides, with a company here, if they dared say no, just seizing and freezing all of their company's overt assets would suffice!

To describe it in four words: 'easily manipulated.'

Reaching the thirty-fifth floor and tering Changwan Internet Company, the first thing that caught the eye was the spacious and bright lobby.

The walls were adorned with various gaming posters and award certificates, showcasing the company's glorious gaming achievemts.

Dozs of programmers were busy, constantly tapping away at incomprehsible code.

[Name: Tobias Joe.]

[Occupation: Programmer.]

[Monthly Income: Legal $4,000, Illicit Income $3,000.]

[Income Details: Bonuses and commissions obtained through developing game cheats...]

[More Details: ...]

[Tax Due: $,300.]

...

[Name: Faraday Gerald.]

[Occupation: Programmer.]

[Monthly Income: Legal $4,000, Illicit Income $,000.]

[Income Details: Bonuses and commissions obtained through developing game cheats...]

[More Details: ...]

[Tax Due: $,00.]

...

[...]

David used the Gold Finger feature to conduct a careful review of these programmers, and discovered that at least half of the several doz prest were involved in cheat developmt.

And the income from their illegal activities was at least $0,000.

This showed that the CIA's intelligce was fairly accurate.

At that momt, a man wearing a suit who had be instructing a few programmers finally noticed David and the other two outsiders who had come in.

He approached them with a hint of caution and asked, "Gtlem, this is Changwan Internet Company, how can I assist you?"

[Name: Gresham Bson.]

[Occupation: Manager of Changwan Internet Company.]

[Monthly Income: Legal $7,000, Illicit Income $36,000.]

[Income Details: Bonuses and commissions obtained through developing game cheats...]

[More Details: ...]

[Tax Due: $3,600.]

After reading the man's information without any change of expression, David showed his tax badge and said, "I'm from the National Tax Bureau, and I'd like to see your managemt team!"

Upon hearing that it was the National Tax Bureau, Gresham's expression changed slightly, th he replied, "Our company is registered with the National Tax Bureau, and we pay our taxes in full every month, there are no issues..."

"I said, I want to see your managemt team!"

Seeing David's uncompromising manner, Gresham's face darked, but in the d, he didn't dare to say anything and turned to make a report.

At this time, Nis, who was unaware of the situation, asked, "Director, is there a problem here?"

That was also what Bucky wanted to know.

This was an internet company, and everything about the employees seemed very normal; it didn't look like a base for criminals!

"Of course there's a problem, and you'll understand soon!"

David didn't explain further, and both m suppressed their curiosity.

About t minutes later, Gresham came back and said, "Gtlem, please follow me!"

Following his lead, David and the others passed through the main hall and came to the door of a meeting room at the back, pushing the door op to ter.

They saw that four people, two m and two wom, had already gathered there.

[Name: Sacklee Nicholas.]

[Occupation: Geral Manager of Changwan Company.]

[Monthly Income: Legal $60,000, Illegal Income $540,000.]

[Income Details: Profits obtained through developing game cheats...]

[More Details...]

[Tax Due: $,400.]

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[...]

In the blink of an eye, David had finished reviewing the geral information of these four individuals.

Besides the geral manager who had to pay over $,000 in taxes, the other three executives together had to pay over $500,000 in taxes. Adding the middle managemt and employees, they wouldn't dodge paying at least $ million!

This was thanks to the information provided by the CIA.

Otherwise, who knows wh their intelligce departmt would have discovered this big fish.

"This is Mr. Sacklee, our Geral Manager, this is Mr. Gana Qiao, our Deputy Geral Manager, this is our..."

Gresham began to introduce them one by one.

"I am Director David from the National Tax Bureau Lakeside District Sub-Bureau Branch."

"Nice to meet you, Director David!"

Each of them stood up and shook hands with David in turn.

Th, Sacklee took out a form and pushed it towards David, pointing and saying, "Director David, this is the tax statemt for our company for this quarter, we've paid every ct to the National Tax Bureau!"

David reached out and took the form, glanced at it, th crumpled it into a ball and finally tossed it into the trash can.

Seeing this, the faces of Sacklee and the others darked.