American Tax Officer

At the same time, on the road to the Chief's House on the Indian Reservation.

Selina, riding in the car, looked at the surrounding M1 series tank units, armored vehicle units, Apaches and Black Hawk units in the sky, and the fighter jets that occasionally swept past with a sonic boom; her face showed both shock and contemplation.

"Impressive scene, isn't it? It's my first time seeing it too!"

Selina turned her head and looked at Ariel, who had spoken, and asked, "Ariel, aside from these, does our National Revenue Service have other armaments?"

"Other? What do you mean?"

"I mean... like B2, B52 bombers and so on..."

"If you're talking about nuclear submarines and aircraft carriers, our National Revenue Service might have some trouble, but as for things like B2 bombers, if we need them, I can't say we could get many, but securing three or five wouldn't be a problem."

Speaking of B2 bombers, because they cost as much as 2.4 billion US Dollars each, there are only 21 of them in America at present.

But whether it's the cost of production or the expenses for later maintenance, it's all funded by the money collected by their National Revenue Service.

Therefore, if their National Revenue Service needed them, all they had to do was give a shout to the military, and the military would somehow deliver a few over.

However, the National Revenue Service was only about collecting taxes, not about going to war.

Storing armored vehicles, tanks, helicopters, and fighter jets in the base was sufficient; there was no need to have costly and high-maintenance B2s lying around.

As the two of them talked, the car arrived at the Chief's House and slowly came to a stop.

Ariel and Selina, among others, got out of the car one after another, then started unloading items like cash counting machines and forms, and carried them into the house.

Seeing that the 'advance team' from their office had arrived, Director David looked around at the gathered criminals and said, "Well, I was clear enough just now, weren't I? No issues, right?"

With their secrets thoroughly investigated by the Tax Investigators, and military vehicles still parked outside, those criminals didn't dare to voice any objections; their silence was taken as consent.

"Okay, then, we'll have Chief Gael and his people set an example for you. Maybe you should go back and get your money ready!"

Director David's words caused Gael and the Native American Elders nearby to look utterly shocked.

Gael forced a smile and asked, "Director David, what kind of example should we... we set?"

"What do you think?"

David glared at him before saying, "You tribes have been collecting so much protection money from people, isn't that illegal income?"

"This..."

Gael and the others felt as if they had been struck by a heavy hammer, struggling to catch their breath.

They had originally thought that by giving in and gathering these leaders, cooperating to this extent, David would cut them some slack.

But unexpectedly, just like the other criminals, they would also be heavily fined by the National Revenue Service.

At this moment, while Gael and his peers were indeed in distress, many of the criminals below found some joy in their hearts.

Seeing that not only they had to pay taxes but the chieftains and elders as well, it brought them a lot of mental balance.

After that, they were no longer dragging their feet, each of them briskly turned and left to prepare the taxes they owed.

"What are you standing around for, go get the money ready!"

Displeased as he was, Gael dared not defy David's will and hastily lashed out at the elders.

The Elders, not daring to waste words, immediately stood up and walked out.

Most Native Americans are not adept at dealing with banks. These elders usually received their dividends in cash, so it didn't take long for them to return, carrying boxes of money.

"Director David, I did some calculations; my monthly income, converted into a tax rate, means I should pay about 510,000 US Dollars in taxes. Please check."

"Director David, I calculated as well; based on my income and tax rate, I need to pay taxes around 480,000 US Dollars. Please check."

"..."

After opening their boxes, one by one, the elders began to report the amount of taxes they owed.

From the chieftain's throne, Director David, through his 'golden fingers' scrutiny, found that these elders did not dare to hide their income to evade taxes, so he turned to Ariel and the others and ordered, "Come, count the amounts, and then fill out a record form for each of the elders!"

As these boxes of money were opened and laid out, Ariel and other primarily clerical staff were so stunned by the millions in cash that it took David's reminder for them to snap out of it, and they promptly plugged in the cash counting machines to start tallying.

After about ten minutes,

That's when David and others heard a commotion coming from outside.

The next second, an Inspector burst in and said, "Director David, Inspector Keanu from the main street district, Inspector Matthew from Newtown District and many inspectors are here... "

"Oh?"

David first showed a look of surprise, which then quickly returned to normal.

Presumably, these two major divisions had heard of the commotion he had stirred up here and wanted a piece of the action!

But since these people had come, they might as well be put to use.

After all, the Indian Tribe consisted of tens of thousands of people. Besides the elders and criminal leaders, there was likely a large number of Indian leaders involved in illegal trading and ordinary tribal members; with their help, the efficiency could be improved by several folds!

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