American Tax Officer

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"What's the situation?"

"Here's what happened: we were attacked by the other party after arriving at the Redstone Mountains, and we immediately launched a counterattack..."

William also showed anger upon hearing that those spoiled brats dared to shoot at their National Tax Bureau people, but when he heard that the deceased was the Governor's son, he was petrified on the spot.

However, he quickly came to his senses, and his expression darkened as his brows knitted together.

Even though the Governor could do nothing against their National Tax Bureau, if he set his heart on retaliating against the National Tax Bureau, then at least tax collection in the state would undoubtedly become more difficult.

"Has the Governor been notified of this matter?"

David replied, "On the way back, I had those rich kids notify him."

After a moment of contemplation, William flipped through a telephone book from the cabinet, found a number, and dialed it.

However, after trying several times, he couldn't get through and finally had to call the state government directly.

This time someone did answer, but they informed him that the Governor was not in the office.

William could only put down the phone with a sense of helplessness and said to David after a moment of silence, "Forget it, I'll handle this matter. You go deal with your stuff!"

David nodded and immediately left the office to go to the Inspector's Office on the third floor, where he found an inspector responsible for recording statements and asked, "How are they doing?"

"These bastards, they're not willing to cooperate now, and they're demanding to see a lawyer. They won't say anything until their lawyer arrives."

David's face darkened, and he pushed the door and entered an interrogation room.

[Name: Snow Cyril.]

[Occupation: Unemployed.]

[Monthly Income: Legal income one hundred thousand US dollars, illegal income one hundred and thirty thousand US dollars.]

[Income Details: On December 23rd, kidnapped a rich girl, received a ransom of thirty thousand US dollars, on December 26th, profited twenty thousand US dollars through extortion, on January 26th, robbed a Mexico Gang leader, profited fifty thousand US dollars...]

[More Details:...]

[Tax Due: Thirty-six thousand four hundred US dollars.]

"No need to say it, I won't say anything until my lawyer arrives!"

After several hours, this man named Snow had apparently recovered from the shock of the gruesome scene of Masca's death, and now, he had reverted to his typical arrogant demeanor as a rich kid.

David didn't get angry either. He just looked at him and said, "Are you sure?"

Snow didn't speak but crossed his arms over his chest, exuding a confident demeanor.

Without wasting more words, David walked out and said to the inspector at the door, "Check their information and bring their fathers over!"

David didn't want to waste his breath on these clueless rich kids and decided to have their fathers come over, believing that their fathers would teach them a lesson!

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Desert Oasis Hospital.

Two Cadillacs stopped at the entrance, the doors opened, and four black-suited bodyguards stepped out of the front car, vigilantly surveying the surroundings.

Soon, the door of another car also opened.

Three people emerged, two men and a woman,

One of the men wore glasses and appeared to be in his early forties, while the other man and woman were older. They wore sunglasses, and although the sunglasses hid their eyes, it was still evident that they were weary.

Then, they all walked into the hospital, and under the guidance of hospital staff, they made their way to a bed in the morgue.

"Governor..."

"Open it!"

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The bespectacled man unzipped the body bag, revealing Markus's pale, bloodless corpse.

"Oh... my boy, my boy..."

The woman wearing sunglasses was none other than Markus's mother, Abbe Ingrid.

Seeing her son, who had been alive and well just yesterday, now reduced to a cold corpse, she, as a mother, couldn't bear it and burst into inconsolable wailing.

By her side, Nevada State Governor Stevenson Curtis was also filled with immense sorrow, but fortunately, as a seasoned politician who had navigated political waters for many years, his psychological resilience prevented him from collapsing.

"National Tax Bureau..."

Stevenson gritted his teeth as he spat out these three words, and then turned to face the bespectacled man, demanding, "Whoever did this, I want them to pay the price they deserve!"

The bespectacled man seemed troubled, but still, stiffening his resolve, he said, "Governor, that might be... somewhat difficult..."

"What did you say?"

Facing Stevenson's threatening demeanor, the bespectacled man hurriedly explained, "The leader of this operation was David from the Lake District National Tax Bureau, a man whom I believe you have heard of, not so easily dealt with..."

"David!"

Stevenson, who had been fiercely angry, saw his rage somewhat abated upon hearing this name.

He was aware of the major operation by the National Tax Bureau a few days prior to seize Native Americans' assets, as the Governor, preoccupied with a myriad of duties, but he was informed.

Out of curiosity, he had inquired about David's personal information afterward and knew that he was a very capable Chief Tax Officer within the National Tax Bureau system.

However, what he hadn't expected was that his son would also end up dead at the hands of this Chief Tax Officer.

"I don't care who he is, Eugene, he took our son's life, and he must pay with his own life!"

Abbe, on the other hand, cared for none of this; in her heart, there was only the fire of revenge.

The man referred to as Eugene did not argue with Abbe but pulled Stevenson aside and said, "Governor, I know you are very angry now, but this David, he just led an armed operation for the National Tax Bureau a few days ago and set a new milestone. If we strike against him or seek revenge now, it would be akin to slapping the National Tax Bureau in the face—we must think thrice..."

"So you're suggesting that we just let my son's matter drop?"

Eugene waved his hands and replied, "Of course not. Although David led the operation, the person who killed Markus was someone else. We can try to take action against that Inspector first, and as for David... as long as he is in Nevada State, we can deal with him slowly once the dust settles..."

As a seasoned politician, Stevenson of course understood the strength of the National Tax Bureau and knew all too well that they couldn't just publicly shame the Bureau like that.

Thus, he agreed with Eugene's words.

After a moment of silence, he said, "First, deal with the Redstone Mountains issue and see if there's a chance to turn the tables; second, issue instructions throughout the state for all departments to superficially cooperate with the National Tax Bureau's work; and lastly, apply pressure to the Lake District Sub-Bureau so that their Branch Chief provides a detailed, reasonable explanation for this incident!"

Stevenson was indeed an experienced politician.

Firstly, if evidence could be found that the National Tax Bureau's enforcement in the Redstone Mountains was illegal or beyond their jurisdiction, then that would be overstepping their authority.

Forget David; even the Nevada State Bureau of the National Tax Bureau would have to face the consequences.

If this blow did not land, it was still okay.

Provided his orders were carried out and the cities did not assist with the National Tax Bureau's tax collection work, then the Bureau's tax revenue would sharply decline, resulting in major losses.

Lastly, the Lake District would definitely face tremendous pressure, and to appease his anger, they would be bound to provide him with a response!

Eugene also felt that this arrangement was appropriate and promptly turned to get things done.

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Las Vegas City Hall.

"The instruction that the state government just issued, does anyone have any thoughts?"

The Mayor of Las Vegas, Saloyan Winston, looked at the assembly of high-level officials from the city hall.

Because just moments ago, he had suddenly received an instruction from the state government. Although the state did not explicitly state it, it implied that they wanted them to adopt a perfunctory approach to the National Tax Bureau's tax collection work in the near future, prompting him to convene a high-level city hall meeting to discuss.

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