American Tax Officer

Lake District Police Station, within Smith's office.

Hearing these words, Smith's expression changed dramatically as he asked anxiously, "What's the situation? Who did it? Is David still alive?"

"David is fine, as for who did it, I think in the entire Lake District, the only one capable of such a thing besides Dieter is no one else, and he also has the strongest motive!"

Smith's face twisted in rage as he roared, "Fake Yau, this damn bastard, he's going to get us killed sooner or later!"

Balk asked timidly, "Then Chief, what should we do?"

"Is the gunman still alive?"

"He's not fatally wounded, he should survive."

"Then take him into custody for now, and wait for my instructions!"

"This... okay!"

Although, a case like this involving a shooting should be within their police jurisdiction.

But this clearly touched on the assassination of someone from the National Revenue Service, how could the IRS possibly let them handle it all?

But there was no helping it, hearing how enraged Smith was, he had to agree despite his reluctance.

Balk returned to the scene, where the gunman had already received some basic aid and was being prepared for transfer onto the ambulance.

He immediately said to David, "Rest assured, Director David, Lake District is under our jurisdiction. Such an incident happening in broad daylight, we will get to the bottom of it and give you an explanation!"

David narrowed his eyes and said to Nisen, "Follow them to the hospital, keep an eye on him!"

Both Wade and Balk were Smith's men.

And as far as he knew, Smith and Dieter also had a beneficial relationship.

It was necessary to prevent the gunman from being silenced!

"Understood!"

Nisen saw what David was getting at and immediately agreed.

On their end, both Balk and Wade looked grave, but in the end, they didn't dare to object.

...

Bellagio Hotel.

Virginia, having hung up the phone, said to Dieter with a look of disappointment, "The plan's gone awry, Dieter..."

"What did you say!"

Dieter, with a start, stood up and grabbed Virginia by the collar, his eyes widened in rage and he bellowed, "What sort of people did you hire? That damn bastard isn't invincible, how could they screw it up!"

"Dieter, I... I..."

Virginia was also frustrated and couldn't muster an explanation.

The hitman had served him for quite a while, and nearly every task had been completed impeccably; Virginia couldn't understand what went wrong this time.

He could only blame it on David's luck.

"Get out of my way, let me see Mister Dieter!" ∫@тσя?γ*-Տо!цгϲ$ε%-+

As the two were stuck in a stalemate, the commotion outside the door caught their attention.

A second later, the bodyguard opened the door and said, "Mr. Dieter, Chief Smith is here to see you!"

Dieter let go of Virginia, his impatience evident as he said, "Let him in..."

Before he could finish speaking, Smith barged in swearing, "Are you out of your mind, or just plain crazy? Such a big deal as shooting the Chief Tax Officer in the street, why didn't you inform me?"

Dieter gave no regard to Smith's status, snapping back, "What are you, Smith, that I should take lessons from you?"

Smith, already furious, became incensed upon hearing this and lunged forward, only to be swiftly intercepted by Virginia.

But Smith still did not let it go, angrily spat out, "That's the IRS, for Christ's sake! Don't drag us down with your damn death wish!"

At that moment, he deeply regretted getting involved with Dieter.

Because he knew full well that with David's temperament, this matter would not end so easily.

And with a high-profile IRS director assassinated in the street, the IRS definitely wouldn't let it go either.

If Dieter were to be caught, how could those with connections to him possibly escape?

"So what about the IRS."

Dieter continued with an unconcerned demeanor.

Smith felt that Dieter's stupidity was killing him, but he continued, "Dieter, you still don't realize the gravity of this situation!"

"They are armed!"

"Why haven't they touched you yet? They're just gathering evidence to tax you!"

"But now that you've assassinated someone from the IRS in the street, they won't be so polite!"

"They want your evidence for tax evasion to tax you, but for anti-terrorism, they just need your name!"

"Don't think that your Native American identity is a get-out-of-jail-free card."

"Do you really think those few rusty guns of your Indian Tribe can stand up to the IRS's elite armed forces?"

Upon hearing his tribe insulted this way, Dieter flew into a rage, ready to grab the handgun on the table.

Luckily, Virginia was quick to intervene, blocking him and saying, "Don't be rash, Dieter!"

After speaking, he waved at Smith to leave, "Chief Smith, please leave now!"

Smith had no more patience to continue talking with the fool and immediately turned and walked out of the room, heading back to his car. After much deliberation, he still pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

Meanwhile, at the Las Vegas City Council Office, within an office.

"What's going on, Smith?"

"Senator Angstrom, there's been an incident..."

Over the phone, Smith relayed the whole story of David being stabbed.

After listening, Senator Angstrom frowned, pondered for a moment, and then replied, "Don't get involved in this matter!"

"But Senator Angstrom, if Dieter is really caught by the IRS, given my relationship with him, I'm afraid... I might get implicated..."

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