American Tax Officer-Chapter 581 - 293: Do you believe I will kill you all?

Chapter 581: Chapter 293: Do you believe I will kill you all?

“Director David, I came here with genuine sincerity to invite you to talk, but by the looks of it, it seems you’re not here to negotiate. Instead, it’s like you came to flaunt your power!”

Augustine stood up.

At the sight of his emergence, David’s gaze also sharpened, for he had recognized that this man was the high-level member of the Illuminati he had spoken with on the phone.

Yet, he had no recollection of this person’s identity in his mind.

Just as he was about to use his inspection function to check, Simmons whispered in his ear, “Director, this is the Vatican’s Cardinal Augustine, and the two beside him are also Cardinals from the Vatican.”

Americans generally practice Christianity, and Catholicism is a branch of Christianity, so they are naturally familiar with these Cardinals from the Vatican.

“I see…”

David understood his identity and then addressed him, “Archbishop Augustine, your invitation for me to come here might as well be a show of strength. Besides, this place is far from America, how could I dare come without bringing some people?”

Having his intentions exposed, Augustine’s expression changed.

Indeed, he had invited David over with the intention of showcasing the Illuminati’s powerful strength, but he hadn’t expected for his opponent to bring an entire fleet of aircraft carriers. Now the tables were turned, and he was the one being intimidated, a case of losing more than he bargained for.

“Alright, since everyone is here, let’s have a proper discussion.”

With that, David walked into the building.

Augustine and the others exchanged glances and eventually followed him in, albeit reluctantly.

Once at the round table, David instantly recognized that the seats were arranged hierarchically, and without any politeness, he boldly took the seat that Augustine had occupied before. This caused the following Illuminati members to grind their teeth in anger, but given the armed IRS officers surrounding them, they ended up biting their tongue and took their seats without further protest.

“I made it very clear the other day when I spoke with Archbishop Augustine, I don’t care how much you’ve made with Bitcoin, but you must pay a tax to our IRS. What do you think?”

The Illuminati members looked at each other, with Sandy eventually speaking up, “Since the IRS has come knocking, we can pay the taxes. But our cooperation doesn’t mean you can bully us. Remember to leave room for future dealings.”

“I’m not here to haggle with you. Whatever amount of Bitcoin you control, you will pay the capital gains tax to the penny, not a hair less!”

David’s words were like a stab to the Illuminati members’ lungs. Director Edgar of the America National Security Agency immediately rebuked, “David, don’t go too far. Just because you have the IRS backing you doesn’t mean you can disregard everything!”

In America, the National Security Agency, though not as well-known as the IRS, FBI, CIA, is still considered a significant agency.

As its chief, he certainly had the confidence to stand up and threaten David.

[Name: Edgar Gallador.]

[Occupation: Director of the America National Security Agency.]

[Income: Legal monthly income of 32,000 US Dollars, illegal income of 23 million.]

[Income Details: Bitcoin, abuse of power…]

[More Details:…]

[Tax Owed: 7.113 million US Dollars.]

“Director Edgar, I’m only collecting the tax on your Bitcoin earnings for now, not even the taxes for the abuses of power you need to pay! You should be grateful!”

At those words, Edgar frowned and demanded, “What do you mean by ‘abuses of power’?”

“On December 11th, 2021, didn’t your National Security Agency get approved for a 30-million-dollar surveillance fund? You turned right around and struck a deal with Verizon Communications, pocketing a 12-million-dollar kickback. And on January 19th of the following year, you took another 5 million from Victory Communications Equipment Company for a procurement list you handed to them, and there’s more…”

As David listed these allegations, Edgar’s face turned darker than storm clouds and his heart churned tumultuously.

He couldn’t understand how David knew about these things.

Was he already secretly investigated?

He was, after all, the head of the National Security Agency, on the same level as the head of the IRS. How dare David investigate him privately?

Edgar was both shocked and furious, cursing aloud, “Fuck, David, you dared to investigate me?”

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“So what if I investigated you? When I get back, I won’t even have to do it myself. I just need to leak these dirty deeds to the media, and you’ll believe me when I say you’ll be out of office tomorrow!”

“You…”

Edgar’s teeth clattered with suppressed rage. If it wasn’t for the fact that David had arrived with an aircraft carrier fleet and armed personnel, he would have definitely harbored thoughts of eliminating David.

David didn’t bother with him anymore and turned to a deputy director from the FBI, saying, “And you, Deputy Director Harriman, didn’t your FBI rake in 20 million in drug money in Orlando, Florida, on January 12th? I heard that 5 million found its way into your pocket. What’s that about, eh?”

“What drug money? I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

The named FBI deputy director hastily denied it.

“You don’t know? Do you need me to go back and have a chat with Ulysses about it?”

At the mention of that name, Harriman could no longer refute the claim and his mood instantly plummeted.