United states tax collector

The two people's words made Warren silent for a moment, but it could be seen from the dissatisfaction on his face that he did not fully intend to compromise.

At this time, Paul said again: "Anthony, in this case, how much do we need to hand over the 1 million we robbed?"

"I checked and found that this newly introduced black tax bill is the same as the normal tax rate levied by the IRS. For our 1 million, we need to pay almost 40 percent!"

"40 percentage points..."

The faces of Warren and Holt showed the color of pig liver. As for Warren, his face was extremely gloomy.

40 percentage points.

In other words, for the 1 million they robbed, they had to pay nearly 400,000 to the IRS!

And most importantly.

They risked their lives to do this.

As for the IRS, it was easy for them to share half of the robbery, which not only made them feel heartbroken, but also created an extreme psychological imbalance.

"If it doesn't work, just kill that inspector!"

Warren couldn't stand the frustration anymore, so he gritted his teeth and pulled out the gun from his waist.

This move also scared the three of Anthony to death.

Get rid of the IRS auditor?

What an international joke!

Isn't this the old man who hangs himself because he thinks he has a long life?

"Don't be impulsive Warren. In the United States, you can kill the police, FBI, and even CIA people, but you can't touch the IRS people. They will retaliate wildly against you!"

"Yeah, Warren, the IRS people can't touch him. Haven't you heard about DEA Agent Qiqi?"

The front is fine.

When he heard about Agent Qiqi, Warren, who was originally extremely furious, suddenly calmed down, and even a trace of fear flashed in his eyes!

As a Mexican, of course he had heard about Agent Qiqi from the DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration).

In the 1980s, this agent was arrested by a drug lord because he was ordered to investigate a drug lord and was tortured inhumanely for more than 30 hours.

As a result, when the DEA found out, it launched a crazy revenge, which led to the collapse of the largest drug lord organization at that time overnight. The rest of the drug lords, big and small, were caught and died.

Since then, the DEA has become a nightmare for drug lords and criminals across Mexico.

Warren doesn’t know much about the power of the IRS, but the name DEA is engraved in his bones.

"Wait...what does this have to do with the DEA?"

Warren put away the fear in his heart and asked.

"What I want to tell you is that the DEA is not even ranked among our American law enforcement agencies, even the FBI and CIA are far inferior!"

"As for the Internal Revenue Service (IRS), let alone the DEA, even if the FBI and CIA are tied together, they may not be able to defeat them!"

"Think about it, if you tamper with the DEA people, your drug lord organization at that time in Mexico will be wiped out overnight, but what will happen if you tamper with the IRS inspectors!"

Hearing Anthony's explanation.

At this moment, Warren felt a chill down his back, but he still asked in disbelief: "No, it's just the IRS after all..."

"Warren, our IRS is different from your country and other countries. The federal constitution gives them the power to collect taxes with arms."

"As long as you are targeted by him, there is no other way besides paying taxes. Every American knows this very well..."

The implication of Anthony's words is this.

You Warren are not from the United States, so of course you don’t know how powerful the IRS is.

"Yeah Warren, you must have heard of Al Capone, right?"

"He was the biggest gangster godfather in the United States at that time. Not to mention the police and FBI, even the president couldn't do anything to him!"

"But do you know how he was sent to prison in the end?"

Paul added, while Warren listened with a solemn expression.

"It was the president's FBI departments who jointly asked the IRS to take action. The IRS sent undercover agents to collect information for three years before finally sending Al Capone in for tax evasion!"

"It's okay that the IRS doesn't have a handle on us. Now that we have a handle on it, we'd better pay our taxes honestly. There's no point in resisting!"

Warren was silent. It was true that he had a bad temper and that he didn't want to pay taxes.

But now that he knows how fierce the IRS is, he is not a fool, and he still wants to take the hard method of killing people and silencing them.

After all, no matter how good the U.S. dollar is, it still needs life to spend!

"Okay, the people from the IRS gave us an ultimatum, don't delay, prepare the money and go!"

Although Warren did not answer directly, Anthony had already seen his decision and therefore made it immediately.

…

The Lake District Branch of the IRS is located at 67 Monarch Avenue.

It covers an area about the size of a football field and is divided into five floors.

The first floor is the tax reception hall, the second floor is the canteen, the third floor is the auditor's office, the fourth floor is the offices of the director, deputy director and other high-level officials, and the fifth floor is the conference room.

At this time, the third floor seemed very lively.

A large number of criminals were invited back here by the inspectors, who continued to conduct tax questioning.

On the west side of the third floor, there is a conjoined office post.

Nissen put his legs up on the table, holding a pen in his hand and spinning it back and forth on his fingertips. He asked thoughtfully: "It's already 4 o'clock. Do you think those guys won't have other ideas?" ?”

"Don't worry, they can't do any tricks!"

David, who was drinking coffee leisurely by the side, was not worried at all.

He has so much information on these guys. If the other party refuses to obey, he can arrest them directly, then slowly find out the assets or freeze the account directly.

Anyway, there are plenty of ways to make these guys cough up this tax!

It just depends on whether these guys know each other or not!

"Inspector David, these gentlemen said they are looking for you!"

While the two were chatting, a shout came from behind.

The two looked back.

It turned out to be the tax receptionist on the first floor, and behind her were four people wearing hats, sunglasses and masks.

Seeing these four people, David and Nissen instantly became energetic.

Although these four people were tightly covered, the two of them recognized it immediately. The leader was Anthony, whom they had met not long ago!

And now that these four people are here.

That means that they have most likely compromised!

"Inspector David, it's me!"

Anthony was afraid that he would not be recognized, so he reminded him verbally.

"I know, tell me!"

"That's right, we can pay this tax, but we need a commitment!"

"Tell me!"

"I hope this matter will not reach the ears of the police or the FBI. We don't want to go to jail!"

Hearing this, David and Nissen couldn't help but smile at each other.

Then David turned around and said: "Mr. Anthony, I think you should have understood our black tax bill, right?"

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