American Tax Officer-Chapter 905 - 453: Years Later (Grand Finale) _2

David contemplated for a while, then nodded and stood up, proceeding to the visitation room on the floor where Joshua and his group were being held.

Soon, the two men were brought in.

“Speak, what do you want to say to me?”

“I have heard about the New York incident. As long as you are willing to let me off, I am willing to hand over 50… oh no, 70 percent of our family’s assets!”

“I am also willing to give up 70 percent of my assets!”

Being among America’s top individuals, when had they ever been subjected to detention like this, and for as long as a week, too—it was nearly driving them mad.

So they had to put aside their grudge against David, only thinking about regaining their freedom!

“Heh heh.”

David looked at them with a look reserved for fools, sarcastically remarked, “If I were you, I wouldn’t only offer 70 percent of the assets— I would be willing to give up 100 percent!”

“You…”

Joshua was choked by these words, but he ultimately still forcibly restrained himself and said, “80 percent!”

Still unmoved, David maintained the look of watching fools.

“90 percent, that’s my limit. After all, with such a big family, it would be hard to make any moves without money.”

“Don’t talk about 90 percent, even if you handed over everything, it’s impossible for you to regain your freedom. Consider what you have done to me!”

“You… David, you’ll fucking die a horrible death!”

Feeling played, the two men nearly went berserk; had it not been for the detention officers at their side holding them down, they might have even tried to rush up and get physical.

“Enjoy your time here, you’ll miss this place once you’re in prison.”

Leaving behind this statement, David turned and walked away.

…

June 11th was a day that many people were paying attention to.

Because according to the notice from the IRS, today would be the court trial for some important figures from the Freemasonry Group by the IRS.

What kind of punishment they would receive for tax issues would soon be known.

“Chief Inspector, all the materials for the allegations against the personnel have been prepared, and Judge Devine is also ready.”

Inside the office, after hearing Larin’s report, David nodded and then walked out of the office to the 6th floor.

The 6th floor of the IRS housed a courtroom, and at this moment, it had already gathered a large number of people who were invited to observe the trial; they were using this opportunity to chat among themselves.

“Inspector David.”

As soon as they saw David had arrived, many people promptly ceased their conversations to greet him.

David nodded slightly in response, exchanged a few words, and then led the way into the trial court.

9:30 a.m. By this time, all personnel had already entered the courtroom, waiting for the trial to begin.

Soon, Judge Devine, who was presiding over this trial, took his seat and struck the gavel to announce the opening of the court.

In the aisle, former high and mighty core members of Freemasonry such as Henrietta, Joshua, and Yunis were led out.

At this moment, they were pale and lifeless in their eyes, evidently tormented by the long period of detention.

“The defendants Henrietta, Joshua, Yunis… This court charges you with tax evasion, malicious mergers, embezzlement of state assets… among other offenses. Do you have anything to say…”

“…”

The trial proceeded in an orderly fashion for nearly two hours.

During this time, the Internal Revenue Service presented a substantial amount of confidential data about the Freemasonry Group, exposing its extensive tax evasion and criminal activities over the years.

Facing these facts, neither Henrietta nor their defense attorneys could provide any rebuttal, only to await their fate.

“The court now sentences the defendants Henrietta, Joshua, Yunis… found guilty of tax evasion, malicious mergers, and embezzlement of state assets, to 800 years imprisonment each, with no chance for parole!”

With that sentence from Judge Devine up on the bench, it also marked the end of this trial.

On the side, Sean, his father Emerson, along with people from the Kennedy Family, were present to observe the trial. They cheered and celebrated upon hearing the verdict.

After finishing the celebration with his family, Sean approached Inspector David and said, “Chief Inspector David, my greatest desire in this lifetime has been fulfilled. Even if I were to die now, I would have no regrets!”

“You’re too serious, Mr. Sean. There’s still a lot of life ahead of you.”

Sean smiled and said, “Our family is hosting a celebration dinner tonight. I wonder if Chief Inspector David might have the time to attend?”

“I can.”

With the Freemasonry matter settled, he now found himself with some free time.

…

In the days that followed, David’s life was no longer as hectic as before and gradually became more peaceful.

His daily work involved handling administrative tasks in his department, and he monitored the Federal Reserve as well as follow-up tax issues related to offshore tax avoidance legislation.

Just like that, four years swiftly passed by.

One day, Obadiah called him into his office, smiling as he said, “Chief Inspector David, after a few years of contemplation, I think you’re ready. So, I’ve submitted my resignation to the President and recommended you for the position of the next Director!”

“Well, Director, I respect any decision you make!”

David did not feign any false surprise.

Indeed, in the year or two following the defeat of Freemasonry, Obadiah had already indicated his wish to retire several times, but David had always persuaded him to stay, claiming he wasn’t ready yet.

Now, with Trump ready to leave office, it seemed appropriate for him to take the helm of the Internal Revenue Service.

A week later, David’s nomination was officially approved by the Senate, and he achieved his ultimate goal, ascending to the highest seat of the Internal Revenue Service.

Under his leadership, the IRS experienced the most golden era in its remaining years, becoming the most contributory institution in America’s history.

…

Decades later, a group of elementary school students were invited to visit the headquarters of the Internal Revenue Service.

Upon entering the lobby, one little girl was immediately drawn to the wall of bust badges.

But soon, her attention was captured by a unique metal-framed portrait.

“Teacher, this David… who is he? Why is his portrait different from the others on the wall?”

Scratching her head in confusion, the girl asked.

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The bespectacled female teacher in front of her was momentarily lost in thought before she replied, “He was once the Director of our Internal Revenue Service, and he is considered a heroic figure. Many of the benefits you enjoy now are connected to him, and there are many stories about him. You’re still young; you can gradually learn more about him as you grow up.”

“As for why his portrait is different from the others, that’s because he was the Director who made the greatest contribution to the IRS. Therefore, to honor him, the IRS created this unique portrait for people to pay respect to!”

“Oh…”

The little girl, semi-understanding, gazed again at the metallic portrait.

(The End of the Book)