American Tax Officer

In the center of the Eastern District, outside a law firm.

Nisen parked the car, and the three got out one after another and entered the law firm.

"Hello, gentlemen, do you have an appointment?"

Upon entering, a receptionist approached them and asked.

"We're just browsing, don't mind us!"

David replied and led Nisen and Bucky to a seating area, where they took a seat, while his gaze fixed on the elevator doors.

About twenty minutes passed.

The elevator 'dinged' open, and a stream of people began exiting, among them a bearded man in a suit who immediately caught David's attention.

[Name: Bitcher Rebitch.]

[Occupation: Deputy Mayor of Sparks City.]

[Income: Monthly legal income of 17,200 US dollars, illegal income of 1.12 million US dollars.]

[Income Details: On December 5th, accepted a bribe from Adelaide, making a profit of 200 thousand US dollars; on December 9th, accepted a bribe from Benson Company in the city, profiting 300 thousand US dollars; on December 23rd...]

[Tax Due: 443,520 US dollars.]

"None of these people can ever be clean..."

After reviewing the vice mayor's information, David couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

But this was perfect!

If this guy wasn't corrupt, getting him would have been quite a hassle.

Since he was, not only was it easier to handle, but it also left David with no sense of guilt about making his move!

David stood up and approached a receptionist, saying, "I need to see Attorney Heisenberg!"

According to the Golden Finger's data just now, this Attorney Heisenberg was the one responsible for laundering the vice mayor's money.

"Do you have an appointment?"

David flashed his badge: "Internal Revenue Service!"

Hearing it was the IRS, the receptionist dared not waste any more words, quickly turned to dial a number to inform someone.

About two minutes later, she returned and said, "Gentlemen, you may now go up to the fourth floor, someone will escort you to see Attorney Heisenberg!"

David immediately went to the elevator, pushed the button to summon it, entered, and soon arrived at the fourth floor.

"Hello, gentlemen, please follow me!"

Someone wearing a work badge had already been waiting, leading David and his companions through the lobby to an office door, and knocked.

After hearing "come in" from inside, the person opened the door, letting David and the others in before shutting it.

"Gentlemen from the Internal Revenue Service, how may I assist you?"

[Name: Heisenberg Ritchie.]

[Occupation: Lawyer.]

[Income: Monthly legal income of 60,000 US dollars, illegal income of 230,000 US dollars.]

[Income Details: On December 5th, assisted Deputy Mayor Bitcher in money laundering, earning a profit of 30 thousand US dollars; on December 6th, assisted a core member of the Crewcut Gang in laundering 450 thousand through the stock market, earning a profit of 50 thousand US dollars; on December 9th...]

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[Tax Due: 75,900 US dollars.]

David sat across from the lawyer and asked meaningfully, "Deputy Mayor Bitcher came to see you just now, didn't he?"

Attorney Heisenberg's pupils contracted imperceptibly, then he replied nonchalantly, "Indeed, Deputy Mayor Bitcher was having a bit of a legal issue and came to consult with me."

"By legal issues, do you mean money laundering?"

At this, Heisenberg's heart skipped a beat. But as a seasoned lawyer, he had the mental fortitude to maintain his innocence, quickly denying, "Money laundering is illegal, how could we, as lawyers, partake in such activities?"

"On December 5th, Deputy Mayor Bitcher brought you 310 thousand in cash; you contacted a foreign trade Businessman and cleaned the money through trade surplus discrepancies, ultimately profiting 30 thousand US dollars from it."

"On December 6th, you helped a key member of the Crewcut Gang launder 450 thousand via the stock market, securing a profit of 50 thousand US dollars for yourself."

"And on December 9th, again for Deputy Mayor Bitcher, you helped him launder 400 thousand using Cryptocurrency techniques. Shall I go on, or is that enough?"

David's sharp gaze settled on him.

"You... how did you... I..."

Heisenberg, though previously composed, became visibly disoriented after hearing David lay out his recent misconduct one by one. Stammering, he couldn't form a coherent sentence.

As a lawyer, he believed his activities were hidden well enough, but he had never imagined that the IRS would uncover them.

And what was more outrageous to him was...

The IRS didn't just uncover one transaction; David pointed out three right away, and it seemed like he knew even more.

"Stop stammering. Don't worry, if you follow my instructions, I won't do anything to you!"

Hearing this, Heisenberg suddenly realized.

Yes, those who had come knocking were not from the Federal Bureau of Investigation but the IRS.

The IRS is only responsible for collecting taxes, and that's all they wanted.

If he just paid up, wouldn't everything be settled?

"Alright, alright, I know the IRS's dark tax law. Just tell me how much you want, and I'll pay you, okay?"

It must be said, Heisenberg was sensible.

After all, as a lawyer, he knew well enough that if the IRS had such information on him, there was no point in arguing.