American Tax Officer

Soon, the confessions of all the second-generation scions had been honestly recorded.

Bucky, holding the thick stack of confession materials, walked into David's office and gave an OK sign.

Aldrich sensed that something was amiss, abruptly stood up, and said urgently, "Can I go see them now?"

David didn't reply but made a 'be my guest' gesture.

Then, Aldrich couldn't care less, he dashed down towards the third floor to the Inspector's Office like a madman.

By the time he got there, he found that these scions were being prepared for departure by their fathers.

In a flurry, Aldrich's gaze swept through the crowd until he spotted a young man with a nose ring, and then approached him, saying, "What's going on, Snow? What did you tell them?"

The man named Snow shrank back, stammering in response, "I recorded a statement about what happened at the scene..."

"A statement about the scene? Wait... are you saying that you spilled everything that happened at the Redstone Mountains?"

Snow's head drooped, in a gesture that suggested tacit admission.

Fuck, didn't I tell you not to talk nonsense before I got here!"

Aldrich cursed furiously.

The Governor sent him specifically to find a point of attack against the National Tax Bureau for misconduct or excessive enforcement in this matter.

Now that these guys had all confessed and the Tax Bureau had their statements, what case was there left for him to make?

"I didn't want to..."

Snow glanced at his father next to him. Just before, he had thought about not recording it, but when his father went as far as to threaten to sever their father-son relationship, what could he do?

Fuck!

Aldrich cursed again, and with no way to salvage the situation, he could only turn and walk out of the National Tax Bureau, getting into the car before dialing a number.

"Sorry, Governor, that David is too cunning. He threatened the young people's parents into coming over and got the young people to record a statement about the incident. I'm afraid it's not possible to find an angle from this..."

Carson City, a certain church.

Hearing this, Stevenson's grip on his phone made it creak. After responding with acknowledgement, he turned to Eugene beside him and asked, "How are things at the city halls elsewhere?"

"All 18 cities in the state have given a clear response, saying they will cooperate with the state government's directive, only Las Vegas..."

Eugene didn't finish speaking, but his meaning was clear.

Stevenson's expression turned fierce as he said, "Las Vegas City Hall dares to ignore my words?"

"They are very afraid of the Tax Bureau... oh no, to be precise, they are very afraid of that David. Based on the information we got, Deputy Mayor Gray from City Hall was almost killed by David for pleading on behalf of the Indian Tribe. It's said that David eventually gave him a break, so now the others in City Hall are also afraid of meeting the same fate..."

Stevenson was somewhat surprised to hear this.

He knew David was capable, having cleaned up many of Las Vegas's lawbreakers, but he did not realize even the City Hall had been dealt with by David.

"But that's not a problem, Governor. As long as the tax revenues of these 18 cities' Tax Bureaus drop, the pressure will definitely be pushed on to their state office. Faced with pressure, they will have to do something..."

Eugene followed up.

After thinking for a moment, Stevenson said, "That's not enough. Drop a hint to the city halls of these 18 cities, let them apply some pressure to the Tax Bureau..."

"Governor Stevenson..."

Hearing the distant call of a Priest, Stevenson didn't say more. He gave Eugene a look to get moving, then turned and went up to prepare a prayer for his son.

...

Lake District National Tax Bureau.

David carefully reviewed the confessions. They were consistently alike; not only did the scions describe their own criminal acts, but they also detailed the events that transpired at the scene, which proved that the Tax Bureau's enforcement was free from misconduct or excess. This, at last, put his mind at ease!

At the end of the confessions, a list of relevant documents appeared.

It was information about the arms deals between the arms group and the scions, something David had specifically instructed the Inspectors to extricate from their confessions.

David took out another list from the cabinet that he had previously obtained from Zimmerman. He overlaid the two, put them in his pocket, stood up, and said, "Call Nisen, let's go meet Gaboures!"

...

"Chief Tax Officer, did the Director say anything?"

On the way towards the main district, Nisen was still in a state of unease.

He naturally knew about the state government legal advisor's arrival, which indicated that the Governor would not let things rest easily.

Davis, stone-faced, replied, "You did nothing wrong. What could the Director say?"

"Yes, Nisen, the Chief Tax Officer is right. We enforced the law according to procedure, without any issues. The Governor can't retaliate with power, right? Don't worry, you're fine!"

Bucky, who was driving, also comforted him.

After the reassurance from both men, Nisen finally relaxed somewhat.

At the junction between Las Vegas's main district and the suburbs, there lay a large warehouse.

This was the largest stronghold of the Gaboures arms group.

According to the documentation, this warehouse was ostensibly used for storing industrial equipment, but upon investigation, it turned out to be a weapons transfer station for the group.