American Tax Officer

Having heard Dieter's example brought up again, Zimmerman, who had been seething with anger, finally calmed down a bit.

At the same time, he kept warning himself not to act impulsively.

After all, with a background like Dieter's, he had still ended up having all his assets seized and being sentenced to a thousand years in prison.

If they, the Mexico Gang, dared to confront the IRS, they would certainly be annihilated without a trace!

"I'll only pay for half a year!"

After saying this, Zimmerman stared at David, desperately hoping for his agreement, yet David only scoffed.

Helplessly, Zimmerman gritted his teeth and said, "One year!"

"Stop haggling with me, Mr. Zimmerman, haven't you heard the saying in America, 'In this country, only death and taxes are inevitable!' So as long as you're alive, as long as you want to earn your keep on this land, you must always pay your taxes in full, not a penny less!"

"You..."

Zimmerman's veins popped with anger once more, and he stood up intending to leave.

But David wasn't ready to let him walk away like that, and he scolded, "Mr. Zimmerman, did I tell you that you could leave?"

Zimmerman turned, glaring at him fiercely as if he wanted to devour him, and said, "We'll pay the money!"

"I know, sit back down, we have other matters to discuss!"

Zimmerman paused for 5 seconds on the spot, but finally sat back down in the chair.

David looked at him and said, "I know, recently you acquired a shipment of arms from Gaboures, I need your transaction list, the remittance accounts, and some other information!"

Zimmerman was taken aback, then replied, "Are you planning to move against Gaboures?"

"That's none of your business!"

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Zimmerman sneered sharply in response, "Since I've already agreed to pay my taxes, why should I help you betray my friend?"

"He's your friend? I doubt that!"

"Even if he's not, why should I help you?"

David, not angry, mocked, "Okay, how about I just forget everyone else and focus solely on the Mexico Gang from now on, would that make you feel better?"

Zimmerman fell silent.

To be honest, if he was really forced to pay taxes to the IRS, he certainly wished to drag more people down with him.

That would make him feel psychologically balanced.

And if the matter got out, they wouldn't lose too much face.

After all, it was not only the Mexico Gang paying taxes to the IRS.

Weren't you all paying as well, brothers in hardship, who could laugh at whom?

With this thought, Zimmerman countered, "If I help you, what's in it for me?"

David replied, "Of course, there's something. The IRS has a policy that if you assist us with a case, you can apply for a tax reduction. Given the amount of taxes you must pay, I can't promise too much, but you could save a couple hundred thousand dollars every month!"

"A couple hundred thousand?"

Zimmerman's eyes lit up, clearly tempted, and he confirmed, "A monthly reduction of a couple hundred thousand, are you sure?"

"Do I need to fool you?"

Zimmerman thought for a moment, then said, "If that's the case, I can give you the list and documents you want, but on one condition, if Gaboures asks later, you can't say it was me who provided them!"

"Of course, the IRS has a duty to keep the information of every tax-compliant citizen confidential!"

Zimmerman was relieved and stood up to prepare the money, but David called out to him again.

"Mr. Zimmerman, I hope that your tax payment arrives at the IRS within an hour, that shouldn't be a problem, right? As for your men, they can take a bit longer!"

The new assessment period had already started, and everyone's tax performance had been reset to zero.

David demanded that the taxes be delivered within an hour because he wanted to lead the way on the tax performance leaderboard, seizing the top spot before Brown Soros, Bellamy Hattie, and others could react.

After all, it was the performance period of the "god-making project," and the more he impressed the senior officials at the headquarters, the bigger his chance of "ascending to godhood" would be.

Zimmerman furrowed his brows and replied, "This is over five million US Dollars, not a small sum, one hour?"

"Don't make this difficult for Mr. Zimmerman, you drug traffickers have nothing in excess except for cash flow. I believe this won't be a problem for you, consider it a favor for me!"

Zimmerman was a bit displeased, but ultimately he didn't continue to argue and turned to leave with his underlings.

It was only then that Bucky moved his hand away from the gun on his waist, even sighing, "Those from the Mexico Gang really are loaded..."

From the conversation between David and Zimmerman, he had learned that Zimmerman needed to pay taxes amounting to more than 5.7 million.

And that was just Zimmerman alone.

Including the core members of the Mexico Gang and those underlings, it was bound to be no small sum!

"Just think about the profit from drug trafficking, think about Pablo from the '80s. Forbes magazine estimated his fortune at a staggering 30 billion US Dollars, and that was in the '80s, 30 billion!"

Nisen's words silenced the inspectors.

At that moment, they were all thinking that if only they had a major drug lord like Pablo in America, to be precise, in their Lake District.

Not to mention 30 billion.

Even a drug lord with a net worth of 3 billion would allow them to collect nearly 1.2 billion in taxes!

They would be made!

"Stop daydreaming, let's go back!"

David's voice interrupted the daydreams of Bucky and the others, and they followed him out, got into the cars, and returned to the office.

...

The sum of over 5.7 million did indeed pose no issue for a drug lord like Zimmerman.

An hour later, he personally arrived at the federal tax office with the money.

David was very satisfied with his performance. After praising him and filing his records, he let him leave.

Then it was time to deposit the taxes.

Because Mary was aware of David's desire to lead on the tax performance leaderboard, she was very efficient. Along with her subordinates, she completed the deposit of the tax money in less than half an hour.

After the deposit was completed, she immediately notified David.

In the office, David put down the phone, then opened the tax performance leaderboard.

Just as expected.

Since the tax performance on the leaderboard had been reset no more than three hours ago, his current 5.7 million US Dollars took the top spot immediately.

And second to tenth place were still showing no entries.

It wasn't that, in less than these three hours, none of the 140,000 inspectors across the country had made any tax achievements.

Starting from this assessment period, there had been an adjustment regarding the top ten spots on the leaderboard.

One would have to exceed 2 million in tax performance to appear in the top ten.

This change aimed to prevent inspectors from appearing at the top of the leaderboard with mere tens or hundreds of dollars in tax performance right after the reset, which made the top spots on the leaderboard seem less valuable.

In the three hours since the reset, only David had achieved tax performance over 2 million across the nation, so naturally, he was the only one on the top ten!

With David's 5.7 million US Dollars claiming the top of the tax performance leaderboard, it quickly caused quite a stir within the federal tax system.

Everyone was eager to see how long David would remain at the top this time.

And what they were even more eager to see was whether Brown Soros, Bellamy Hattie, and their group would quickly counterattack!