United states tax collector

The three of them passed through the casino hall, walked into the internal passage, and came to a black iron door.

The lobby manager opened a cover on the armrest of the iron door and entered the password. The next second, the door opened with a bang.

But the picture that followed made Nissen and David feel dumbfounded.

What caught my eye was a large number of U.S. dollars, which were neatly stacked on tables and shelves.

Although David and Nissen don't know the exact number, it is estimated to be in the tens of millions.

The casino is truly a gold-splitting cave!

"Anthony, come here!"

Hearing the call from the lobby manager, a slightly short man stopped his counting work and turned his head to look at the door.

The moment he saw Nissen and David, a trace of caution flashed in his eyes.

Judging from the posture and temperament of the two people, he had already judged that they were definitely people affiliated with law enforcement agencies.

Could it be...the FBI?

[Name: Anthony Taylor. 】

[Occupation: Enkar Casino treasury staff. 】

[Monthly income: US$10,000. 】

[Monthly gray income: US$300,000. 】

[Details of gray income: On December 26, together with Paul Wolfe, Holt Douglas, and Warren Doyle, they robbed Enkar’s security car, totaling 1 million, and received 300,000 US dollars. 】

[Specific details...]

[Tax payable: $188,000. 】

"It turns out to be a mole..."

Looking at the information that appeared on Anthony's head, David was slightly surprised, but he was soon relieved.

The route of the Enkar Casino deposit car is not fixed every day, and there is no fixed departure time.

Unless the insider leaked the inside and outside, how could the group of robbers succeed so easily.

But I have to say that Anthony is really capable, and he was able to clear away suspicion in front of the casino and the police.

"Manager David, these two are..."

While he was thinking, Anthony had already walked over, pretending to be calm and looking at Nissen and David.

"My name is Nissen, an auditor from the Lake District branch of the IRS, and this is my partner David!"

"IRS!?"

Anthony was surprised at first, then relaxed, and finally became confused again.

He just thought that because his suspicion had not been cleared yet, the FBI sent someone over to investigate again.

But I didn’t expect it to be from the IRS.

This moment made him feel a little confused.

"Mr. Anthony, could you please take a moment to speak?"

"certainly!"

The three of them came to a lounge one after another.

Anthony was the first to ask: "Two inspectors, how can I help you?"

"That's right, we want to come to Mr. Anthony to learn about the robbery of the security car 7 days ago!"

"The robbery of the escort vehicle!"

Anthony was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "I have almost explained the specific details to the police station. Oh, by the way, with all due respect, this kind of thing shouldn't be under the control of the IRS, right?"

"The robbery has nothing to do with us, but the amount of the robbery is related to us!"

This time it was David who spoke out.

Now that we know this guy is a mole.

Then he is determined to get the nearly 400,000 yuan in tax revenue!

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Anthony looked at David, still confused.

"Perhaps Mr. Anthony doesn't pay much attention to the news. A month ago, our Congress passed a 'black tax bill'. This bill stipulates that from now on, whether it is drug trafficking, smuggling, prostitution, or now robbery, all We must pay the full amount of tax to our Internal Revenue Service..."

After listening to David's explanation, Anthony was a little dumbfounded.

He doesn't pay much attention to current affairs, and he's not very aware that Congress passed such a bill.

However, you said that if you are in a serious business and want to pay taxes to the IRS, this is normal.

But drug trafficking, smuggling, prostitution, and robbery all involve paying taxes to the IRS?

This is a bit too outrageous!

"Do you hear that clearly, Mr. Anthony?"

Anthony put away his emotions and pretended to be innocent and replied: "It's clear, but Mr. Inspectors, if you want to collect this tax, you should go to the robbers, right!?"

"Mr. Anthony, I didn't say I wouldn't look for robbers. Why are you so nervous?"

Nissen narrowed his eyes and looked at Anthony with some deep meaning.

"Okay, what do you want to ask?"

"Sofia Nella, Jill Nella, you should know each other, right?"

Hearing these two names, an undetectable change flashed in Anthony's eyes, and then he pretended to be calm and replied: "Sofia is my ex-wife, and Jill is my brother-in-law. What's wrong?"

Nissen took out a document from the inside of his suit and said, "We checked and found that these two sisters lost a lot of money in the futures market a month ago. Did you know?"

"Yeah!"

Anthony looked a little surprised, and then calmly replied: "Mr. Inspector, you also know that she is my ex-wife. We have a bad relationship. I really don't know about this!"

"We also found out that 200,000 yuan of the money owed by your ex-wife and brother-in-law came from loan sharks. In other words, they need money very much!"

Although Neeson didn't name him directly, his meaning was already obvious.

That's you Anthony, you definitely have the motive to commit the crime!

"Mr. Inspector, what do you mean? Do you suspect me of being involved in this robbery?"

"You have to know that the police department has proven my innocence. Although your IRS has great power, you cannot slander a legal citizen casually!"

Anthony became emotional and kept defending himself.

"Mr. Anthony, believe me, our IRS is not a bunch of losers like the police department. We have our own authority, system, and means, and we can find more things than you think!"

"Either you tell the truth, or I guarantee that you will never be able to spend a cent of your 1 million!"

When it came to his promotion, Nissen also took action.

"I don't understand or know what an honest confession is. All I know is that I am innocent!"

"Innocent, are you sure!"

The two people, who were still arguing fiercely, simultaneously set their sights on David.

"If you don't want to talk, then I think I can talk to Paul Wolfe, Holt Douglas, and Warren Doyle. What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Anthony's expression suddenly changed.

Nissen on the side, although he didn't know who these people were, obviously saw the change in Anthony, and then looked at David suspiciously.

"I don't know Paul Wolfe or Holt!"

"Mr. Anthony, Paul Wolfe is a frequent visitor to your casino. You have also introduced him to loan sharks. How could you not recognize him?"

David smiled faintly and continued: "As for Holt, the drug addict in the slums of the old city, Warren, the gang member in the 10th neighborhood..."

Of course, this information was not made up by him out of thin air, but was clearly recorded on the panel on the golden finger.