United states tax collector

"Tomorrow morning, people from the law enforcement department will conduct a random inspection. Then please gather in the square downstairs at 6 o'clock."

When he heard the words law enforcement department, the man with glasses suddenly became tense.

Could it be...

Has your identity been exposed?

But if he's exposed, shouldn't law enforcement come directly to pick him up? What else are you checking?

With his mind spinning with uncertainty, the man with glasses asked again: "Which law enforcement agency is it?"

"From the IRS."

“IRS…ok, I get it!”

The man with glasses, who was worried at first, instantly relaxed.

The IRS is only in charge of taxation. As long as the police or departments like FBI and CIA don't come here, there's nothing to fear!

…

"They probably thought I was busy just like them. What a sin!"

David, who was lying on the bed, suddenly felt a sense of guilt in his heart when he thought that Nissen and others were staying up late to stare at the situation in the Consti residential area.

However, it is still necessary to do so.

The night he disappeared gave Nissen and others some room for imagination, thinking that they were also searching for clues about the hacker through special methods.

Otherwise, it would be somewhat illogical to always be able to grasp all kinds of criminal information about criminals as soon as they see them.

"It's getting late..."

Putting away his messy thoughts, David quickly entered his dream.

At 5:23 the next morning, the sound of the alarm clock woke David up. He brushed his teeth, washed his face, took a car and headed towards the Kangsidi residential area.

At about 5:50, he arrived at the Kangsidi residential area, came to the car parked not far from the door, monitored the rear of the car, and knocked on the back door.

With a snap, the back door opened and Nissen walked out.

Although he slept all night, he was still full of energy with a cup of Starbucks coffee in his hand.

"How's it going? Are you okay?"

"No, everything is fine. It's almost six o'clock. They should be coming down. Let's go there!"

David nodded, and the two of them walked towards the square in the Consti residential area.

When we arrived here, a lot of residents had gathered here, and others were coming from various buildings one after another.

Bucky and other members guarding various exits also arrived at the scene.

"Everyone worked hard this night."

"It's not hard, it's as it should be. Finding that bastard is the most important thing!"

Having stayed up all night, Bucky and the others were a little tired, but they had no intention of complaining about this, and seemed to take it completely as their own responsibility.

David nodded in greeting, then said no more, and turned to look at the residents present: "I'm sorry to bother you all so early in the morning, but don't worry, it won't take up much of your time!"

"Don't bother me. It's appropriate to cooperate with the IRS."

"Yes, this is what it should be..."

"..."

If it were any other law enforcement department that was asked to come out for random inspections this early in the morning, the residents would be a little unhappy.

However, they all know how powerful the IRS is, so they don’t dare to say anything to avoid getting into trouble.

David said no more and began to check the information of the residents present.

[Name: Paul Christie. 】

[Occupation: Chef. 】

[Monthly income: US$5,200. 】

[Income details: salary and bonus income...]

[Tax payable: 0. 】

…

[Name: Sean Amster. 】

[Occupation: Bartender. 】

[Monthly income: 6,000 US dollars. 】

[Income details: salary and bonus income...]

[Tax payable: 0. 】

…

[Name: Danley Freeman. 】

[Occupation: Makeup artist. 】

[Monthly income: 7010 US dollars. 】

[Income details: salary and bonus income...]

[Tax payable: 0. 】

【……】

Although David's inspection was very fast, there were so many people at the scene that he couldn't find the guy for a while.

It wasn't until half an hour later, when his eyes glanced at a man with thin eyes, that light suddenly burst out.

[Name: Coverdale Jay. 】

[Occupation: Hacker. 】

[Monthly income: 800,000 US dollars. 】

[Income details: On December 12, he was commissioned to hack into the Preston Casino system and made a profit of 100,000 US dollars. On December 19, he was commissioned to hack into the Nurunka Internet Company and made a profit of 200,000 USD. On December 26 On Japan, I was commissioned to hack into the database of the CIA Xiongguo website and made a profit of 300,000 US dollars...]

【More details:……】

[Tax payable: US$316,800. 】

The front was fine, but when he saw the information behind the man named Coverdale, David was also shocked.

He originally thought that although this guy was highly skilled, he was just doing some small things in casinos and messing around with his employer's competing companies.

I didn't expect this guy to be so bold, even dare to do it to the CIA!

You know, although the power of the CIA is not as great as that of the Internal Revenue Service (IRS), its methods are much more cruel than theirs.

Countless terrorists and spies fell into their hands and were tortured to the point of death.

This guy is either very confident in his skills and thinks that the CIA will not be able to track him down, or he is simply blinded by the huge amount of money!

Forget it, it has nothing to do with him anyway.

As long as this guy is willing to pay taxes to the IRS, he will naturally be able to keep this secret for him.

After putting away his thoughts, David said to everyone: "Okay, everyone can go back, thank you for your cooperation!"

After saying this, the residents turned and left one after another.

Among them, Coverdale also breathed a sigh of relief, but just as he was about to follow the crowd home, he suddenly found someone tapping him on the shoulder.

Turning around, he found that the person who was afraid of him was none other than David who had just spoken.

Looking at David with a smile on his face, he asked puzzledly: "Mr. Inspector, is there anything else you can do?"

"Mr. Coverdale, would it be convenient for me to come to your house and have a chat?"

Coverdale was shocked. He had never said his name at all, but how could the IRS inspector in front of him know?

Could it be that... you have investigated him?

Or...are you coming specifically for him?

But he was racking his brains and couldn't figure out what the IRS was doing to him. He had neither evaded taxes nor defaulted on taxes.

"Don't worry, it's just a 'friendly' chat!"

"This... okay..."

Everyone has said so. If he refuses again, wouldn't it prove that there is something wrong in his heart?

In order to prevent the situation from escalating, Coverdale planned to agree to it. He wanted to hear what the IRS wanted to do with him.

David turned around and came to Bucky and others: "I haven't slept a wink all night. You can go back. After this case is settled, I will explain it to Chief Lewis and give you 20,000 tax credits for each team." As a subsidy!”