United states tax collector

David walked over, sat on the bar stool, and replied calmly: "Whisky."

Jin Guangyao looked at Nissen again and asked, "Friend, what about you?"

"Tequila, Shao Bing."

Although Jin Guangyao's real identity is a thief, his bartending skills are really good, with a dazzling operation.

Soon, whiskey and tequila with a strong aroma of alcohol were served.

David took a sip and praised: "Well done. You have such a skill. If you can focus on it, I believe the income it brings to you may not be less than that of another 'craft'!"

Jin Guangyao, who was originally calm, changed his expression instantly after hearing this, frowned and asked: "Friend, what do you mean?"

David put the glass down and said expressionlessly: "It's not interesting, I want to meet your boss Quan Zhitai!"

Jin Guangyao's eyes became sharp and he replied: "You are not here to drink!"

After that, he turned off the music in the bar, then made gestures to his scattered companions, and finally greeted those who really came to drink: "Sorry, everyone, the shop is sampling today, I'll invite you another day! "

The guests who came to drink seemed to be sensible and stood up one after another and left.

Within a short while, only Nissen David and this group of thieves from the country were left in the entire tavern.

"Who the hell are you?"

Everyone stared closely at Nissen and David, with the intention of taking action if they disagreed.

David didn't answer immediately. He just lifted the coat around his waist with his left hand, revealing the gun inside, and then said: "I told you, I want to see your boss Quan Zhitai!"

Seeing this, the Bangguo people present frowned slightly.

In the United States, almost no one is unfamiliar with firearms.

And many of them discovered that the pistol David wore on his waist was a Glock 19 model pistol.

This kind of gun is not available in ordinary gun stores.

Because it is an exclusive standard for law enforcement agencies such as police departments and the FBI.

In other words, the two people in front of me are either police officers, FBI, or people from other law enforcement agencies!

Facing the official people and asking to see their boss by name, Jin Guangyao, who knew the grievances were grievances, immediately picked up the phone and dialed a number: "Brother Tai, there is something going on here in the tavern, the 'official' people I want to see you by name."

It takes about 15 minutes.

An off-road vehicle arrived at the door of the tavern. The door opened, and an Asian man with slightly gentle eyes walked in.

"Brother Tai."

"Brother Tai..."

"..."

Seeing his arrival, all the people at the scene greeted him one after another.

David also used the function of the golden finger to start 'scanning' Quan Zhitai.

[Name: Quan Zhitai. 】

[Occupation: Thief leader. 】

[Monthly income: US$348,000. 】

[Income details: On December 3, the dividends obtained through theft by his subordinates made a profit of 20,000 US dollars. On December 4, the dividends obtained through theft by his subordinates made a profit of 18,000 US dollars. On December 5th...]

【More details:……】

[Tax payable: US$111,920. 】

"really……"

David had already judged that Quan Zhitai's illegal income must be greater than that of Miyano Zhenji before.

Now it turns out that it is so.

That's a full $72,000 more than Miyano's.

"Brothers, I don't know where we have offended you, why would you bother to come here?"

Quan Zhitai's English is very good, and he has no accent at all. Coupled with his gentle appearance, people who don't know his identity will not believe that he is a thief leader.

"Don't get me wrong, we are not having a holiday."

As he spoke, David took out his tax badge and explained: "We are auditors from the Internal Revenue Service. Here's what happened. On the 3rd of last month..."

When I first heard that it was someone from the IRS, the people at the scene were very surprised.

But the words that followed made them dumbfounded.

From now on, regardless of whether they are engaged in smuggling, fraud, robbery, drug trafficking, including their current thefts, they will all have to pay taxes to the IRS?

Why is this so outrageous?

Is this style of collecting protection fees similar to that of a gangster really something that an official state agency can do?

The Chinese people can't understand it at all.

The same was true for Quan Zhitai. He asked tentatively: "You said you are from the Internal Revenue Service. Do you have any ID?"

He still doesn't quite believe that an official agency can launch such a policy.

Moreover, those who work in their profession are naturally sensitive. There are endless fraud methods on the market now, and he is also afraid that David and Nissen in front of him are here to trick him.

"Don't doubt us. If you don't believe it, you can open your mobile phone and log on to the official website of the IRS. The black tax bill is at the top."

"Also, as long as you agree to pay the taxes, you can go to our Lake District branch of the Internal Revenue Service tomorrow to file it. This cannot be faked."

After hearing this, no one doubted David's identity anymore.

However, the money they earned through hard work was enough to pay a monthly asylum fee to Smith, which was heartbreaking enough.

Now the IRS wants to get a piece of the pie, how can they agree!

Quan Zhitai pondered for a while and said with a sneer: "Mr. Inspector, my tavern has all the documents and the tax is paid in full every month, so I don't quite understand what this black tax bill has to do with me!"

He knew that the IRS could find him and must have known about the illegal business he was doing behind the scenes.

But the United States is a country that values ​​human rights.

As long as the other party doesn't have enough evidence, he's not afraid!

David stood up from the high stool, stared at Quan Zhitai sharply, and said, "Quan Zhitai, do you think our IRS can find you because we don't know your details?"

Quan Zhitai spread his hands and replied innocently: "Mr. Inspector, I really don't understand, and although these brothers of mine are homeless, they are also good citizens who abide by the law!"

"Yeah!"

David smiled, pointed at Jin Guangyao and said: "On the 3rd of last month, your brother stole 30,000 US dollars from a tourist in Room 1208 of Horseshoe Bay. He finally shared the profit of 3,000 US dollars, and the remaining It was handed over to you and distributed to other members."

"On December 9 last month, at the Bellagio Hotel, he once again stole a Rolex from a tourist and made a profit of US$2,000."

"There's still the 11th..."

"..."

After hearing that his background had been revealed bit by bit over the past month, the person involved, Jin Guangyao, suddenly changed his face.

On the side, Quan Zhitai no longer looked innocent, replaced by a gloomy look on his face.