American Tax Officer

And now that he has received the cocaine, the money has already been handed over to Richardson, that is to say, if the IRS insists on taking away $1.58 million, then that loss has nothing to do with them.

After a period of silence, Richardson still voiced his dissatisfaction, "If you take $1.58 million, we\'ll only be left with a little over $2 million, which isn\'t even enough to cover the costs, let alone how am I supposed to explain this to my boss?"

David smacked his head as if he just remembered something and said, "I believe that you guys don\'t want to be ambushed by us often, or have us come knocking on your door, so to avoid this kind of situation in the future, please inform your boss to declare the amount of money you make from cocaine each month honestly to our IRS and pay your taxes!"

At the end of his speech, he added, "By the way, this includes all the members of your Mexico Gang, it\'s better to declare voluntarily than to have us come after you, don\'t you think?"

Warren, on the other hand, was rather calm.

Last time he had already paid his taxes once, and although it was quite annoying, he could still mentally accept paying them again.

But Richardson and his people were not willing.

I\'m working myself to death for a job that could land me in jail, fighting other gangs for territory and business, barely making a bit of money, and you at the IRS want a piece of it?

This made them feel as humiliated as if they were being forced to pay protection money to the mob.

And keep in mind, they are drug dealers!

Which mob dares to demand protection money from them?

"What, you don\'t seem willing?"

Although Richardson was furious inside, with so many guns aimed at him, he didn\'t dare utter a word of disagreement, and could only reply, "I can\'t decide this alone, I have to go back and ask my boss!"

"Fine, go back and have a good talk with your boss. If he can come to the IRS to discuss this with me, I promise I\'ll give him the biggest possible discount on the tax rate!"

"Once you\'ve paid the taxes, your people can continue to stay in the Lake District, and you can continue your business. We guarantee we won\'t interfere a bit!"

"But let me be clear, if he is unwilling or dares to play any tricks, I will not be so courteous then!"

"Not only will we wipe out your Mexico Gang members, but we\'ll also clear your territory here, and make sure your business can\'t continue in this area, do you understand?"

Seeing David\'s sharp gaze, Richardson ultimately did not dare to retort but also didn\'t outright agree.

David didn\'t bother with him any longer and turned to Baldwin, saying, "Mr. Baldwin, you seem rather pleased, don\'t you?"

"Pleased? No, not at all!"

Baldwin was certainly happy, since the IRS was only collecting taxes and wasn\'t like the police who would confiscate his merchandise.

And since he had already collected the goods, why should the Mexico Gang\'s loss concern him?

David saw through his thoughts, smiled meaningfully, then approached him and opened the suitcase to take out a package of cocaine, weighed it for a while, and finally asked him, "So do you want to hand over the goods or pay the money?"

Baldwin, who had been secretly pleased, suddenly changed his expression and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"Don\'t think the IRS only accepts cash. The value of this batch is $4 million US dollars, and according to the tax rate, you need to pay $1,584,000 in taxes!"

"What did you say!"

Baldwin, with an angry face, discontentedly said, "Director David, the IRS collected $1.58 million from one side, and now you want to collect another $1.58 million from us, trying to eat from both ends? That\'s not how you do things!"

"That\'s exactly how we do things at the IRS!"

"You..."

Baldwin, veins throbbing with anger, would have already lashed out at David if he weren\'t an IRS official and if it weren\'t for the numerous guns pointed at him.

"This batch is worth $4 million, and with a turnaround, you\'d make at least ten to eight times that amount. I\'m only asking for $1.58 million in taxes, and that\'s already quite low. If you don\'t want to pay, we\'ll just confiscate this batch!"

"This is Mister Dieter\'s merchandise; you wouldn\'t dare!"

David, originally mild-mannered, lost his temper when the other party brought up Dieter, grabbing Baldwin by the collar and threatening, "You go back and tell Dieter to come see me tomorrow, and from now on, he better report his earnings to us at the IRS honestly, or else I\'ll clean out all his joints!"

Baldwin, infuriated, gritted his teeth and retorted, "Fine, I\'ll relay every single word, every single letter, to Mister Ditter!"

David knew that the other side was also making threats, but he didn\'t care and responded, "Good, then tell him that!"

With that, David waved a hand above him.

Nisen first led three men down, maintaining control over the scene, and then Bucky\'s trio finally left their positions and came down.

"Ariel, Simmons, count out 1.584 million US dollars!"

Both of them immediately put away their guns and went over to the money crate to start counting the cash.

Since the money was all bundled in tens of thousands, it took less than 10 minutes for them to finish counting.

Ariel announced, "The count is complete, Chief Tax Officer!"

"Pick up these two crates as well!"

After saying that, David turned to Baldwin and said, "I\'m taking the goods. If you want them, come with the money to our IRS office to redeem them!"

At that moment, Baldwin\'s heart was bleeding, but in the current situation where he was at their mercy, he dared not try to take them back by force.

"Bring the car around, let\'s go!"

Nisen and Bucky quickly brought the well-hidden car over, then loaded the money and goods into the vehicle, and left with a flourish!

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Once David and his people had gone, Baldwin could no longer contain his rage, kicking the car door repeatedly with each foot.

Meanwhile, Richardson, though not losing his composure as much, looked just as frighteningly angry.

After Baldwin had vented, Richardson approached him and asked, "Baldwin, what\'s your plan for this situation? Do you have any good solutions?"

If it were just anyone or even the police, the Mexico Gang would certainly not let this go based on their way of doing things.

But judging by these people\'s weapons and equipment, he realized that the IRS was not an agency to be trifiled with.

And since they, the Mexico Gang, were outsiders, it was clear that violent measures wouldn\'t work.

Baldwin, having regained some rationality, said fiercely, "Don\'t worry, Mister Dieter definitely won\'t let this slide!"

"But I\'ve heard that the IRS is a very powerful department, so much so that even famous agencies like the FBI, CIA don\'t dare to provoke them. Won\'t this affect our cooperation?"

This time, it was Warren who spoke up.

He hadn\'t realized just how powerful the IRS was, having thought it was just a typical tax agency.

It wasn\'t until the last heist that Anthony and others filled him in, and after that, he did some research on his own, finally grasping the agency\'s frightening potential.

"Hmph, what about the IRS? Mister Dieter is part of the Omaha Family, the strongest Indian Tribe in Las Vegas, with special privileges no other race in America possesses!"

This was the reason Baldwin had dared to talk back to David earlier.

Hearing this, Richardson and others were also brought back to reality.

They didn\'t have a clear concept of just how formidable the IRS could be, being from Mexico.

But they did know about the Omaha Family\'s influence, and the various special privileges enjoyed by Native Americans in America.

"Alright, if Mister Dieter can sort this out, that\'d be great. If he can\'t, we can\'t afford the costs of paying the IRS over a million in taxes with every transaction!"

"I got it, Richardson. Go back and tell your boss that we\'ll handle this!"