American Tax Officer

His words made the other senior members present realize the gravity of the situation.

Before the Black Tax Act was introduced, the Indian Reservation was an independent kingdom. Because law enforcement had no jurisdiction there, it became a favorite trading haven for criminals!

But now the Black Tax Act is in place, and their Tax Bureau has the authority to enforce the law against illegal trading on the Indian Reservation!

Now that the Lake District is requesting additional personnel from the city bureau, they must be planning to tax those criminals!

Moreover, one point worth mentioning is this.

The armed forces of their Tax Bureau, including tanks, armored vehicles, armed helicopters, and fighters, had all been deployed, undoubtedly scaring the living daylights out of the criminals there!

Now, if the Lake District side asks them to pay taxes, dare they not comply?

In the face of those war machines and tanks, they have no choice but to pay up!

With this realization, Katharine became restless and immediately questioned, "What is going on here? With such an important matter, what have you all been doing? How could not one of you think of this?"

Although there hasn't been an investigation into the reservation.

Just by the scale of it, she felt that a conservative tax estimate of 10 to 20 million dollars was definitely achievable!

Yet, the Lake District Sub-Bureau had hogged all the limelight and raked in such a huge amount of tax revenue, while her Newtown District hadn't gotten a thing. How could this be acceptable to her?

Keanu and the other senior members also bowed their heads slightly.

The Indian Reservation was not under the jurisdiction of the Lake District, Newtown District, or their own district.

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This meant that whoever had the capability to collect taxes from there, owned the rights to do so.

Before the Black Tax Act, some of them had thought about collecting taxes from the reservation.

They knew all too well the temperaments of the Native Americans.

If it hadn't been for the Tax Bureau's military forces intimidating them this time, attempting to collect taxes would have provoked a fight to the death!

"They're requesting personnel from the city bureau at the Lake District, right? No need for all this trouble!"

Katharine suddenly had an idea, looked at Keanu, and said, "Like this, take all the inspectors we can muster, and bring along some cash counting machines and such, Everyone is from the Las Vegas Tax Bureau, after all. We ought to help each other out when needed..."

Hearing this, Keanu was stunned.

Of course, he understood that, although their director appeared to be offering help on the surface, she was actually intent on grabbing a share of the glory.

But the reservation was clearly conquered by the Lake District Sub-Bureau. If they brazenly snatched credit for it, the others would hardly be pleased.

With this in mind, Keanu softly replied, "Director, this... this might not be appropriate..."

"What's inappropriate about this? There are only a handful of people from the city bureau, and think about how vast the reservation is. Can they handle it between the Lake District and the city bureau? Go ahead, I'll speak to the city bureau. It shouldn't be a problem!"

Katharine was quite confident in persuading the city bureau.

"Well then... alright!"

Seeing that Katharine had put it this way, Keanu had no choice but to muster up the courage, stood up, and started to gather personnel at the Inspector's Office.

Meanwhile, over at the New City District Sub-Branch.

When they heard that the Lake District was requesting personnel from the city bureau, the leaders here also quickly realized the massive black tax benefits of the reservation.

Subsequently, their Director, just like Katharine, asked a Tax Investigator, along with inspectors from the bureau, to shamelessly head to the reservation to claim a share!

Of course, David, who was far away at the reservation, was still unaware of all this.

At this moment, he was driving with Bucky and others towards the direction of the Chief's Manor inside the Reservation.

A few minutes later, their convoy arrived at the scene.

After getting out of the car, he saw that Gael was already waiting for them at the entrance with the Tribe Elders, and behind them, Dieter was being held up by two sturdy Native Americans, looking like a prisoner.

"Director David, there is no need for such a show of force. How could our Indian Tribe dare to oppose the Las Vegas Tax Bureau..."

Gael was very perceptive. At this point, he couldn't care less about the Chieftain's dignity or the Indian Tribe's honor, and he began with a tone of weakness as soon as they met.

This made David and the others feel somewhat amused.

If it weren't for their armed forces coming in, would you Native Americans still be so easy to talk to?

Although he thought this, he did not say it out loud, but replied, "Chief Gael, our Tax Bureau is usually very reasonable. Yesterday I already gave you a deadline of 1 PM to hand over the person, and if you did, there would have been no trouble. But you chose not to comply, then of course the Tax Bureau has methods to 'help' you!"

This statement made Gael and the Elders at the scene stiffen, thinking that if they had known that the Tax Bureau even had fighter jets, they wouldn't have waited until 1 PM, they would have handed over the person to the Tax Bureau overnight!

Putting his thoughts aside, Gael said sternly, "Bring him up!"

At his words, the two strong men brought Dieter in, who seemed limp like mud.

Gael said, "Although he is my nephew, here in America, when a prince commits a crime... oh no, when a prince evades taxes, he is punished just like a commoner, I would certainly never shield him. Now I am handing him over to the Tax Bureau!"

David walked up to a meter in front of Dieter, staring at him with a disheveled look, and said with a hint of mockery, "Mister Dieter, I didn't expect our first meeting to be under such circumstances!"

At these words, Dieter seemed to regain some composure. He raised his head to look at David, and then said almost crazily, "Director David, I know I was wrong, give me another chance, I am willing to pay taxes. I still have money, a lot of money, I can pay you 3 times, 4 times, even 5 times the amount!"

He was truly scared.

Because he had been indulged all his life and could not tolerate the conditions of a prison.

And it might have been bearable if it were just a regular prison, where as long as he had money, he might be able to live like an emperor with enough bribes.

But if he were to be arrested now, he would be taken to the Tax Bureau's prison!

In there, let alone living like an emperor, not being tortured to death would be considered lucky!

"It's already too late for you to be afraid now, Mister Dieter!"

"I... you... I..."

Dieter's face turned red, as if his throat was being strangled, and he could not utter a complete sentence.

With Dieter having surrendered, David had no interest in continuing the verbal skirmish and turned to Gael, saying, "Chief Gael, I must give you a thumbs up for bringing about justice in this situation, but there are a few more things for which I would like to ask for your help!"

On hearing the former part of the statement, Gael felt relieved, but the latter part tensed him up again, and he uneasily asked, "What would that be?"

"I know that the Reservation is greatly favored by criminals, they choose to deal or do business here!"

"But I believe you are aware of the Black Tax Act. I want you to gather the leaders of these criminals. I have a few words for them!"

Hearing this, David and the Elders present felt a lurch in their hearts.

It seems that the Tax Bureau aimed not only to apprehend Dieter but also to take from their Indian Tribe its interests!

"So, are you unwilling?"

Of course, Gael and the others wanted to express their reluctance, but seeing the tanks, armored vehicles, and armed helicopters continuously circling above their territory and the fighter jets occasionally whizzing by with sonic booms, how could he dare to say no.

Gael replied, "Of course not. If it's the law, then our Indian Tribe certainly supports it!"

He turned his head to one of his confidants and ordered, "Go to the commercial street and call those leaders here!"