American Tax Officer

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Half an hour later, Bellagio Hotel.

A car stopped at the entrance, the door opened, and David walked down with Nisen, both entering and heading straight to the door of room 1806.

David lifted his leg and made a gesture, then kicked the door handle, bang, the door swung open.

"Ah..."

"What are you doing, this is illegal entry, I\'m going to sue you!"

Inside the room, a blonde bombshell screamed, while a portly man, looking at Nisen and David storming in, threatened furiously.

[Name: Samson Felix.]

[Occupation: Lawyer.]

[Income: Legitimate income $23,000, illicit income $150,000.]

[Detailed income: December 18th, settled a dispute for a Brotherhood member, earning a fee of $30,000, December 25th, dealt with a case for a Brotherhood member, earning a remuneration of $20,000...]

[More details: ...]

[Tax due: $37,500.]

After scrutinizing this guy\'s information, David confirmed the intelligence gathered by Nisen; indeed, this guy was the go-to lawyer for the Brotherhood.

Meanwhile, Nisen took out the IRS badge and responded with disdain: "IRS. Go ahead and sue if you want!"

"You\'re from the IRS..."

Upon hearing that these two were from the IRS, Samson, who had been blustering, lost some of his steam but still tried to keep his composure: "So what if you\'re from the IRS, I haven\'t evaded taxes, you can\'t treat me so roughly, can you?"

This time Nisen didn\'t respond, but David dragged a chair over and sat down in front of him.

Only then did Samson notice David, but when he saw David\'s face, he seemed to find it somewhat familiar...

After pondering for about 10 seconds, he seemed to recall something and asked in shock, "You are... Director David!"

A few days ago, the incident on the Indian Reservation had created such a stir, and as a lawyer, he regularly followed political news, so of course, he knew about it.

And now he recognized David as the field commander of the Indian incident!

David, unfazed, replied, "Since you recognize me, there\'s no need for an introduction, right? And yes, this is how we enforce the law. Any objections?"

Samson frowned and didn\'t answer.

Of course, he had objections, but now that he recognized David, how could he dare express them?

After all, compared to a few days ago, when David had sent armed personnel with tanks, armored vehicles, and fighter jets into the Indian Reservation, this act of breaking through a door was probably not even worth a fart!

"Since you have no objections, let\'s get to the point. I need to ask you some questions, and you need to answer truthfully, understood?"

"What do you want to ask?"

"According to our investigation, you are the retained lawyer for the Brotherhood of the Main Street organization, right?"

Samson paused for a moment, then looked up and answered: "What Brotherhood, what not Brotherhood, us lawyers are just trying to make money to feed our families. Whoever pays me, I can solve legal problems for anyone!"

This slippery answer didn\'t satisfy David, but he continued: "Our investigations show that some of your employers have acquired a batch of arms, is that so?"

"Director David, don\'t wrong people. Purchasing arms on one\'s own is a serious offense. Oh right, arms don\'t fall under your IRS\'s jurisdiction, do they?"

"They don\'t, but where the money for the arms purchase comes from and the proceeds generated from the use of the arms, that we must manage!"

David\'s words made Samson frown even deeper.

As a lawyer, of course, he knew David was right; if the funds for the arms purchase couldn\'t be explained, then they were from illegal sources, and taxes would need to be paid to the IRS.

And the profits generated thereafter were also illegal earnings, which the IRS had the authority to investigate!

After thinking for a while, he answered: "Sorry, I don\'t know anything about buying arms, and neither do my employers!"

David stared at him with a piercing gaze and after about 5 seconds, finally stood up and said to Nisen: "Take him back!"

Nisen didn\'t waste words and charged forward, grabbing Samson and pulling him up.

Samson panicked, struggling and shouting: "I haven\'t violated any IRS laws, you can\'t do this, I\'m going to file a complaint..."

However, Nisen just ignored him as if it was just the wind in his ears, not only continuing to drag him out but also not allowing him to dress, just wrapping him in a bath towel.

From the corridor to the staircase, then to the hotel lobby, countless guests were dumbstruck at the sight, which made Samson so ashamed he wanted to crawl into a hole.

Back at the office, David had Nisen throw Samson straight into the interrogation room.

He himself returned to his office and, after about ten minutes, came out and entered the interrogation room.

"Fake Yau, I\'m going to sue you for violent enforcement, humiliation, invasion of privacy..."

The moment he saw David enter, Samson launched into a torrent of profanities.

The rest was bearable, but mainly, being taken out of the hotel wrapped only in a bath towel was a complete loss of face for him.

He didn\'t know if anyone had taken video; if it got out on the internet, he\'d be even more embarrassed to face his friends and family.