American Tax Officer

Chapter 109: Chapter 96: Do you think the reserve will keep you safe?

David couldn't be bothered to argue with him any longer and pulled out his phone, immediately dialing the number for the Las Vegas Immigration Office.

Soon, the call connected, and a female voice came from the other end, "Hello, Las Vegas Immigration Office, how may I assist you?"

David activated speakerphone and then addressed the person on the phone, "I am the Chief Tax Officer at the National Tax Bureau Lakeside District Sub-Bureau Branch, my name is David, my code is XXXX..."

"Hello, Director David, how may I assist you?"

"Check on Halis Nick, Belly Pulichi, and Julie Pulichi for me, residents of the Lake District of Las Vegas, former nationals of Somalia!"

"One moment, please..." story-at-MvLeMpYr

About a minute later, the voice on the phone spoke again, "Halis Nick, obtained U.S. permanent green card on January 7th, 2019, USCIS code 783-663-135; Belly Pulichi, obtained U.S. citizenship on January 7th, 2019, USCIS code 783-663-136; Julie Pulichi, obtained U.S. citizenship on January 7th, 2019, USCIS code 783-663-137..."

Already restless, Iman became even more anxious upon hearing this series of data over the phone.

He was well aware of the dates on which his wife and children had obtained their green cards, and their USCIS codes, confirming that the person on the other end was indeed from the immigration office.

He hurriedly cut in, "What are you doing?"

David ignored him and continued speaking into the phone, "We are currently investigating a tax evasion case, and these three are beneficiaries. Could you help me apply for the cancellation of their green cards?"

As the National Tax Bureau was investigating tax evasion, he could not use a murder charge and could only invoke tax evasion as the crime.

"Please hold, I need to report this to my supervisor..."

Meanwhile, at the Las Vegas Immigration Office.

The operator who had been speaking with David immediately reported their conversation to a balding man.

After contemplating briefly, the balding man went to the computer and retrieved the files on Halis Nick and the others.

"Former nationality, Somalia..."

As the supervisor of the Immigration Office, he could tell at a glance that Halis Nick had not immigrated through the proper channels.

Normally, there would be no chance of obtaining a U.S. green card!

But why did all three now have them?

There was only one reason!

Someone had used improper means to help these three obtain them!

Since they were acquired through improper means, and now that the National Tax Bureau was requesting cooperation, there was nothing to hesitate about!

He immediately made his decision, picked up the phone, and said, "Hello, Director David, I am the Supervisor at the Las Vegas Immigration Office. Regarding the cancellation of the green cards for Halis Nick, Belly Pulichi, and Julie Pulichi that you have requested, we can proceed with the cancellation right away, please confirm once more!"

In the ward.

This time, David did not respond, instead, he placed the phone in front of Iman, signaling that the decision was in his hands!

At that moment, Iman not only felt intense torment but also a deep sense of despair.

He had gone through almost two years of grueling work for Virginia, enduring countless bloody nights, only to finally obtain this permanent residence status with great difficulty.

Yet now, David could destroy the status he had worked so hard for with just one phone call!

It made him realize that no matter how ruthless he was or how many people he killed, he was still a small player in this world.

And the fate of small players is always at the mercy of those in powerful positions!

David hung up the phone, seeing that Iman had no choice left, and then spoke into the phone, "I apologize, Supervisor, but I think we still need to investigate the case; let's hold off on the cancellation for now!"

His words also served as a message to Iman: I can ensure that you and your family can't get by in America any time I want!

Iman clearly understood, and the endless agony and torment still lingered in his mind.

"Okay, Director David, contact us if you need anything!"

After ending the call, David looked at him and asked, "Mr. Iman, now do you understand if we possess that authority?"

With a struggle evident on his face, Iman asked somewhat rhetorically, "What do you want me to do?"

"I need you to come forward and testify against the person who ordered you to assassinate me."

"If I do that, my family and I won't survive..."

"As long as you cooperate, I can promise to protect you and your family until we officially bring down Ditter Group. Afterwards, you can have your family relocate, and they will naturally be safe!"

Iman fell silent, and it was nearly two minutes before he finally responded, "I have three conditions!"

"Let's hear them."

"First, unless I am mistaken, my family must now be detained by Virginia. I need you to get them out first!"

"No problem!"

"Second, if I come forward to testify, I'll be out of a job. I need a witness fee!"

David shook his head and replied, "A witness fee is impossible, but we can apply for a relief fund policy for your wife and children. Like other American citizens, they would receive 400 US dollars a week, which should be enough to ensure your living expenses!"

Iman wasn't completely satisfied with this, but he didn't push further and continued, "Third, after testifying, I want to enjoy the benefits of turning state's evidence, no prison time!"

"That's impossible!"

Although killing was not Iman's intent, since he had already attacked personnel of the National Tax Bureau, the notion of him getting away scot-free would be a complete joke.