American Tax Officer

David wasn't particularly surprised by Bucky's answer.

If this case had been so easy to investigate, the Brotherhood of the Main Street wouldn't have asked for his help.

He then asked, "What kind of transaction details did you find?"

Bucky responded, "Aside from previous arms deals with Native Americans, there were also transactions with the Brotherhood of the Main Street, as well as deals with the Mexico Gang..."

"The Mexico Gang!"

David suddenly remembered something.

Back when he was investigating Dieter's case, he had 'ambushed' a deal between Dieter and the Mexico Gang.

At that time, he even had the people from the Mexico Gang deliver a message to their boss, Zimmerman, telling the guy to hurry up and bring his members of the Mexico Gang to pay their taxes.

But now, there was still no sign of this guy; was he playing dead and ignoring him?

"Go, pull up Warren Doyle's file and find the man himself for me. In addition, Nisen, check out this so-called Brotherhood and see if you can find their leader. Tell them I want to meet them!"

Warren Doyle was one of the robbers in the Encar cash transport heist and also one of the attendees during the last trade between the Mexico Gang and Dieter.

He intended to use this man to send a message to Zimmerman again.

If taxes were still not paid, he would no longer be courteous!

"Understood."

Everyone who received their assignments promptly left the office.

And the very next second after they left, David's phone rang. He picked it up and saw it was a call from Keanu of the Main Street, and immediately answered, "Inspector Keanu."

"Director David, the new assessment period has started and those three major cases..."

"Don't worry, we've already started the investigation!"

Keanu on the other end of the phone was pleased and replied, "That's good. If you need anything, contact our Main Street bureau at any time. After all, this is a collaborative case..."

"Certainly!"

...

An hour later, there was a knock on the office door.

Since the file of Warren was in the archive of the National Tax Bureau, Bucky had little trouble finding and bringing the guy over.

At this moment, Warren entered with a bowed head, looking nervous and seemingly guessing what David wanted from him.

"Warren, did you fail to convey my last message to your boss Zimmerman, or what's the situation?"

Hearing David's questions, Warren became even more unsettled and quickly explained, "No, no... We passed your message to Zimmerman already, the rest is beyond our control..."

What he meant was he had delivered the message, but whether to pay taxes or not was for Zimmerman to decide; as small fry, they naturally couldn't interfere.

David's expression turned icy as he warned, "Pass another message to your boss. I'm giving him until the end of today to reply. Otherwise... our National Tax Bureau can storm an Indian Tribe, so eradicating your petty drug trafficking group will be just as easy!"

Upon hearing this, Warren's face instantly paled.

If anyone else dared to issue such a threat to their Mexico Gang, they would make sure the person learned what 'death' means!

But the threat came from David, and not only did Warren not dare to retort, he couldn't even muster up any anger.

They had been closely monitoring Dieter's situation.

And the incident of the National Tax Bureau Armed Forces storming the Indian Tribe was also crystal clear to them.

That was an Indian Tribe!

A territory like an independent kingdom delineated by the federal government, inhabited by tens of thousands of Native Americans, with their own armed warriors and guard squads.

Yet, in the face of the iron flood of the National Tax Bureau's armed forces, they didn't dare to protest and could only comply by surrendering people and paying up.

The main culprit, Dieter, was even sentenced to 1,000 years in prison, worse than death!

And their Mexico Gang, though they could be regarded as prominent in Las Vegas, if the National Tax Bureau really wanted to take them down, they would probably die even more miserably than the Indians.

"Did you get that clear?"

"Listen up, listen up!"

Warren quickly brushed aside the thoughts in his mind, afraid of replying too late as if pecking like a chicken, nodding rapidly.

"Let's go!"

...

An hour later.

Main Street area, a hidden warehouse.

Three black Chevrolets stopped at the entrance, their doors opened, and from the front and back vehicles, four suit-clad men alighted each.

Although these men were dressed in suits, a closer look would reveal that many of them bore tattoos on their arms and necks.

After a short while, the man from the middle vehicle stepped out—it was Zimmerman from the Mexico Gang.

After exiting the car, Zimmerman headed straight for the warehouse.

Inside, he saw many personnel wearing white lab coats, hats, and masks, processing some contraband.

"Mr. Zimmerman..."

Deep in the warehouse, Richardson—one of the Mexico Gang Backbones who had previously dealt with Baldwin—approached, followed by Warren who had just returned from the National Tax Bureau.

"What's the matter?"

Zimmerman had an expressionless face, but his tone was somewhat grave.

Richardson looked at Warren, and while Warren was also apprehensive in the presence of the boss, thinking of David's words, he could only muster his courage and say, "Mr. Zimmerman, it's the National Tax Bureau, they found me, they said to give you... a message..."

Upon hearing the words 'National Tax Bureau', Zimmerman, who had been relatively expressionless, now tightened his brows and asked, "What message?"

"They said... regarding tax payment, you must give a response today, or else... or else..."

At this point, Warren did not dare continue, his head lowered in a manner of having more to say yet hesitant to speak.

"Or else what?"

"Mr. Zimmerman, I don't mean any disrespect, but Director David said, if they can raid the Indian Tribe, wiping out our Mexico Gang would be a piece of cake for them!"

Ultimately, Warren clenched his teeth and delivered the message.

After hearing the complete sentence, Zimmerman's face instantly turned grim.

The subordinates following him all displayed fierce expressions.

But as menacing as they looked, none contemplated displaying the gang's habitual methods of operation.

The usual approach of the Mexico Gang was just two words: ruthless and brutal!

Anyone who dared to provoke them or disturb their business would face various forms of ruthless retaliation like assassinations, kidnapping of opponents' relatives, and so on.

But they had seen what happened to Dieter.

Daring to lay hands on personnel from the National Tax Bureau was simply a dead end.

It wasn't a question of whether the National Tax Bureau would deploy fighter jets or armed helicopter groups; even just sending an armored vehicle combat group would be enough to flatten them.

After all, no matter how strong or ferocious a drug organization is, going up against the well-equipped and trained personnel of the National Tax Bureau Armed Forces is a surefire way to court death!

"Mr. Zimmerman, worst comes to worst, we'll just abandon the business in this city!"

Just then, a man on Zimmerman's left side proposed.

Of course, he knew that they couldn't fight the National Tax Bureau, but his pride prevented him from succumbing to such oppressive power!

If they couldn't defeat the enemy, then fleeing was still an option!

Zimmerman turned around and looked out the window with a solemn expression.

His business extended beyond this city, but the profits from this city were a significant number.

To abandon it like this, he was not willing!

But to be shepherded around by the National Tax Bureau, he was equally unwilling!

After much contemplation, he turned to Warren and said, "Call that David, tell him, I want to arrange a meeting!"