American Tax Officer

Black tax law?

So, the purpose of David and his companion's visit today is to make them pay taxes?

But what kind of joke is that? They're engaged in car theft, an illegal activity, not some legitimate business. Are they also supposed to pay taxes to the Internal Revenue Service?

At this moment, neither Miyano Masho nor any of the other Island Nation people could accept this logic.

It gave them a sense of 'the absurd opening the door to more absurdity until the absurdity is complete'.

Because in their country, an official body like the Internal Revenue Service would never deal with criminals in an official capacity.

Regardless of what these people were thinking, David continued to speak, "Alright, I've stated my purpose for coming here. Do you have anything to say?"

Miyano Masho's gaze narrowed into a slit as he said darkly, "What if we don't pay?"

"Don't pay?"

David's expression turned cold, and he said without any emotion, "Every person here will have their accounts frozen, and any assets of value will be liquidated by us until the owed taxes and penalties are paid in full!"

"Furthermore, as a punishment for defiance, we will detain you for trial, and after your sentence, you will be deported and forever barred from setting foot in America!"

The IRS's power is enormous, and these car thieves are Island Nation people; dealing with them is simply too easy.

Not to mention freezing and liquidating their assets, just the threat of deportation was enough to unsettle them.

After all, they had come here with great difficulty, simply wishing to seek their fortune and survive on this land of capital.

As expected.

Upon hearing that not only would their accounts be frozen but they would also be detained and deported, many of the Island Nation people present panicked.

Among these people, many had families to support.

From the tone of David's voice, it was clear that if they were indeed deported, it wouldn't just be targeting individuals; whole families would suffer the same fate.

No one wanted to return to the Island Nation with their tails between their legs after having taken root in this city.

Faced with such a threat, Miyano Masho was seething with anger, but he still suppressed it and retorted, "America is a country that respects human rights. Are you sure you can do this?"

David was amused by this remark and said sarcastically, "Yes, America does respect human rights, but first, you have to be Americans, second, you must be law-abiding citizens, and lastly, you shouldn't owe the IRS any taxes. Only then can you talk about human rights!"

Miyano Masho was already furious, and upon hearing this, he nearly crushed his back teeth together.

He, of course, realized that David was mocking them for being just a bunch of Island Nation people and car thieves who had no right to speak about human rights with the IRS.

But after thinking it over, he really had no way to counter.

Since ancient times, the word for government is made of two mouth characters.

David, acting under the flag of the IRS, naturally stood on the moral high ground, becoming the side of justice.

Meanwhile, their involvement in illegal activities naturally made them the opposite side.

Miyano Masho calmed his emotions a bit and gave a look to the leather-clad woman beside him. She nodded in understanding and then turned to walk towards the stairway.

Finally, he turned to David and said, "Our brothers have crossed oceans to come here, engaging in risky business and hardly making any money after dealing with both ends. Each month there's hardly anything left. Why don't you go after Dieter and his likes? They are the ones truly valuable to you!"

"You don't need to divert blame here," David retorted. "Dieter is within our Lake District, and we surely won't let him go, but we won't let any of you off either!"

David was of course aware of who Dieter was—he was the Dieter of the Omaha Family.

This guy was merely trying to gauge the IRS's stance towards the Omaha Family to find a point of contention. David wasn't blind to such petty schemes.

Miyano Masho was stunned.

He had thought that by bringing up Dieter, David would show some trepidation.

If that were the case, then he would indeed have grounds to argue.

According to the black tax law, a person like Dieter would be the most obliged to pay taxes, and yet the IRS was coming after them instead of him, wasn't that simply bullying the weak and fearing the strong, oppressing the honest folk?

It would also serve as a counter-irony towards the IRS.

But what Miyano Masho didn't expect was that David didn't take Dieter seriously at all and even claimed he wouldn't let him off.

This was a level of brazenness that was anything but ordinary!

Keep in mind, Dieter was not only influential in the Lake District but also a member of the Omaha Family!

What status did the Omaha Family have?

They were Native Americans who enjoyed various privileges in Las Vegas and their family had close relations with mayors, congressmen, and other officials.

Could the IRS really touch them?

And would they dare to?

"Also, you say your brothers are hardly making any money despite risking their lives. Do you think we are that easily fooled?"

Miyano Masho was taken aback before responding, "What do you mean?"

David pointed at Ono Yutaro, who was still covering his face, and said, "In this past month alone, he has made over 20,000 US Dollars in commissions from car theft."

"And him!" David pointed at Nakamura Ota and continued, "He also received over 20,000 US Dollars in commissions."

"And him, him... him..."

When David had arrived here, he had already examined all the Island Nation people present with his golden finger.

Let's not even talk about Nakamura Ota and Ono Yutaro. The rest of the Island Nation people, through this line of work, made at least 10,000 US Dollars a month, with some earning as much as 30,000 or 40,000.

Such income, even in a highly developed country like America, certainly qualified as high earners, nowhere near the pittance Miyano Masho claimed they barely scraped together each month.

Hearing their incomes so clearly enumerated, the Island Nation people at the scene felt surprised but also a bit more afraid.

The more detailed the IRS's investigation of them, the more it signified that the IRS truly had the power to manipulate them at will!

And as David just said.

The IRS could freely freeze their accounts and assets; now that their income information had been so precisely investigated, those accounts and assets certainly couldn't be hidden.

If they really went against the IRS head-on, they might all end up like fish on the chopping board.

Unconcerned with what these people were thinking, David continued, "Look, every one of you has earned a fortune on this land, and now it's just about paying some taxes. What's there to be unwilling about?"

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