American Tax Officer

Chapter 170: Chapter 128: The Brotherhood of Ultimate Evil

Manhattan, New York. Inside a marijuana processing factory.

"Billy, didn't you watch the news a few days ago? You don't want the armed forces of our National Tax Bureau to raid each and every one of your factories, do you?"

Brown Soros said with a fierce look on his face.

Standing opposite him were two white men and three black men.

Since the armed forces of the National Tax Bureau had been deployed a few days ago, all 140,000 Inspectors across the country sharply caught the 'business opportunity'.

Because of this, the deterrent effect on those tax evaders was enormous.

This led to the national inspectors' tax collection work progressing much smoother than ever in the past few days.

Although Brown was annoyed that David had been the star of this armed deployment, he knew it was an excellent opportunity to leverage, and he wasn't foolish enough to just let it pass by.

Today, his purpose for being here was to collect taxes from these marijuana business owners.

In America, although marijuana has already been legalized in many states,

here in New York State, the legislators and Governor had only just submitted the 'Marijuana Legalization Bill' to the National Tax Bureau, but the bill had not yet been fully passed, which meant the industry was still illegal for the time being.

Hearing that armed National Tax Bureau forces might storm their factory, the five men's expressions turned sour.

After a pause, one of them said, "For this, we need to consult with our boss!"

"Then move it. You've got 10 minutes!"

Not long after the five marijuana dealers had left, Kelly Orsi hurried over and said, "It's not good, Brown, David has topped the leaderboard again!"

"What did you say!"

Brown was startled at first, and then immediately took out his phone and opened the internal network. Sure enough, the name at the top of the leaderboard was David's, and behind his name was the staggering tax achievement of 5,738,400 US dollars!

"This is impossible!"

His face instantly darkened.

Last assessment period, David booked over thirty million dollars, primarily contributed by the Indian Tribe, which Brown was aware of.

But the case with the Native Americans had concluded.

And now that the new assessment period had begun, the leaderboard had been reset just over three hours ago. How did David, who was in a place like Las Vegas, secure over five point seven million dollars in tax achievement in such a short time?

"Brown, such a large tax achievement definitely can't be collected in such a short period. I think he must have prepared it before the last assessment period. It's just been booked now!"

Hearing Kelly's reasoning, Brown thought it made some sense.

But at that moment, his heart also started to ache.

Because he was all too aware that, with this current god-making plan, any standout performance henceforth could become a chip in the selection process.

Prior to coming here, he had already investigated: he could collect roughly Three Million US dollars from this group of marijuana dealers.

He had thought that as long as he collected this tax, he would definitely be the first to lead.

But unexpectedly, David, that scheming fellow, had this play up his sleeve and had stolen his thunder!

"Go to the East River, tell those bosses I don't have time to drag this on. Just cough up six million, and I'll let them off easy!"

Putting pressure on them now would certainly diminish the effect.

But there was no other way.

Letting David monopolize the top spot on the tax leaderboard was an even worse prospect.

"Brown, those old guys are really tough to deal with, and the evidence we currently hold isn't quite sufficient…"

Kelly seemed a bit troubled.

After the armed incident, the National Tax Bureau's reputation had become quite intimidating.

But it wasn't intimidating enough for those criminals to willingly hand over their taxes.

The bosses Brown was referring to were a few tough nuts to crack, and the evidence and leads they currently held were not sufficient to apply for account freezes or auction off assets.

"Brown, how about I make another trip to Wall Street and negotiate with them, see if they can cough up another six million?"

Kelly's suggestion made Brown frown.

The people on Wall Street may have dodged a lot of taxes, but they were all capitalists, and his family was capitalists too, with myriad ties to these people.

A visit or two was fine, as it was like giving face to the National Tax Bureau, but if it became a frequent occurrence, it might harm their relationship.

"Six million is nothing to them, and whether it's in the name of the National Tax Bureau or your family, they most likely won't hold much of a grudge!"

Convinced again by Kelly's persuasion, Brown nodded, "Okay then, you go, and talk to them properly. Consider it a favor they're doing me!"

In the Manhattan District, while there were many places and transactions that could bring in a substantial amount of taxes, when it came to efficiency, nothing was quicker than Wall Street.

They only needed to move their hands on a computer, and large sums of money could be transferred.

For Brown, who was eager to leapfrog the tax leaderboard, this was indeed the best choice.

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David was the first to surge to the forefront of the tax performance leaderboard, and the discussion around him in the entire National Tax Bureau system remained highly spirited.

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Indeed, many inspectors had already begun to secretly place bets on whether David could be selected for the god-making project.

But before long, those who were bubbling with excitement suddenly found that the top spot had changed hands.

Brown Soros, with a tax performance of six million US dollars, had successfully ascended to the top, while David, with over 5.7 million, was squeezed to the second position.

For a time, the entire National Tax Bureau system was abuzz once again.

Lake District National Tax Bureau.

David reached the office door of the Chief Tax Officer, knocked, and then walked in, looking at William and asking, "Director, you wanted to see me?"

"The headquarters has already given a response about Brown Soros from the Manhattan, New York Branch a few days ago, that there's nothing wrong with the ten million in tax revenue!"

A look of helplessness crossed William's face.

He was of course aware of David regaining the top spot in tax performance just now, and he was clearly aware of being overtaken as well.

So this time he had called David over also to offer some comfort.

David had anticipated this result long ago and showed no anger or dejection, simply nodding slightly to acknowledge the news.

"However, it doesn't matter, after all, as the first one to top the leaderboard in the new assessment period, you've surely left an impression on the higher-ups at the headquarters..."

In the following time, William comforted David with a few more words, and then they began to discuss the progress of the three major cases.

It was not until six o'clock that they concluded their conversation.

After leaving the Chief Tax Officer's office, David went straight downstairs and left the building, ready to end a day's work and go back to rest.

"Director David!"

Just as he stepped out of the building, David heard a familiar voice calling out and turned to see it was Selina.

"What is it?"

"How was the taste at that restaurant last time, do you want to try it again?"

Selina's question was also a way to convey to David, how about my proposal last time, should we talk again?

David certainly understood.

But the same answer remained, it was too dangerous to align with the Kennedy Family, and it wasn't necessary to join forces with them yet.

He refused, saying, "No need, Selina, I'm tired and I'll just grab something simple to eat at home!"

Watching David's departing figure, a hint of helplessness appeared on Selina's face, then she turned and got into her car.

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The next morning, while David was still walking to the National Tax Bureau, he received a call from Keanu.

"Director David, I'm not rushing you, but since you've already agreed to take on our Brotherhood of the Main Street's three major cases, don't get distracted by other cases..."

Keanu was neither blind nor deaf, and he naturally knew about David processing more than 5.7 million the day before.

And he was almost the first to know.

But to avoid causing any misunderstanding with David, he had not called immediately yesterday but waited until today.

"Inspector Keanu, don't get me wrong, I am indeed already investigating the weapon case among the three major cases, don't worry, results will come soon!"

He knew that the Mexico Gang case had caused a misunderstanding for Keanu.

He was indeed collecting taxes from the Mexico Gang, but it was also to obtain the list of weapons and accounts to deal with the Gaboures Group.

"Is that so... well then, I won't disturb your investigation!"

After hanging up, it wasn't long before David arrived at the Lake District National Tax Bureau, going straight to his office.

Upon entering, he found that Nisen was already there, reporting, "I've got it, Director, this is the information on the Brotherhood of the Main Street!"

David took the dossier and began to flip through it.

In America, the Brotherhood was a very famous and extremely radical community organization.

It was first established in the Kappa Alpha Society of 1825, and the young people who founded this organization were almost all white and the wealthy offspring of high society.

If a newcomer wanted to join the Brotherhood, they had to accept various so-called "tasks" distributed by the elders during the swearing-in process.

The tasks even included letting the applicants kill someone, firing two shots in a police station, robbing a bank, or being subjected to arbitrary physical punishment and humiliation by older members...

If they couldn't endure it, sorry, you can't join.

But if they could, they became one of their own!

In short, it was a bunch of rebellious wealthy youngsters with nothing better to do and a similar stench who gathered together to kill, shoot, and rob for venting.

Just like in the movie "Police Story", with A-Zu's group of rich kids!

"What are they doing with all those arms?"

Yesterday, Nisen found out that the weapon case was related to the Brotherhood, but the current document didn't have any information on that.

Nisen shook his head and replied, "That's unknown, but I've found one of their in-house lawyers, currently hanging out in room 1806 at the Bellagio Hotel."

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