Chapter 5: Chapter 5: The FBI is like a younger brother to the IRS

The uninterrupted remarks of the two made Warren fall silent for a moment, but the defiance on his face showed that he had not fully intended to compromise.

It was then that Paul spoke again, "Anthony, in that case, how much of this million we stole do we need to hand over?"

"I've checked. The new black tax law and the normal tax rate levied by the National Tax Bureau are the same. Out of this million, we need to pay nearly 40 percent!"

"40 percent..."

Warren and Holt's faces turned the color of liver, and as for Warren, his expression darkened to the extreme.

40 percent.

That meant they had to give nearly 400 thousand to the National Tax Bureau out of the million they had stolen!

And the most important thing was.

They had risked their lives for this heist.

And the National Tax Bureau, with ease, was going to take half of the haul, which pained them physically and caused an extreme sense of injustice mentally.

"If it comes to it, let's just off that inspector!"

Warren could no longer contain his frustration and, gritting his teeth, drew the gun he had tucked at his waist.

This action also scared the three, including Anthony, half to death.

Off a National Tax Bureau inspector?

What a joke!

That would be like a death wish for someone who already has one foot in the grave!

"Don't be rash, Warren. In the United States, you can kill cops, FBI agents, even CIA operatives, but you can't touch people from the Tax Bureau—they will retaliate against you like mad!"

"Yeah, Warren, you really can't mess with the people from the Tax Bureau. Haven't you heard about what happened with DEA Kiki Investigator?"

He was fine up until then.

Upon hearing about Kiki Investigator, Warren, who was previously in a rage, suddenly calmed down, and even a flicker of fear crossed his eyes!

Being Mexican, of course, he had heard about the DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration) Kiki Investigator.

The investigator was, in the 1980s, captured by a drug lord while on a mission to investigate them, and was tortured inhumanely for over 30 hours.

When DEA got wind of this, they launched a furious retaliation that caused the biggest drug cartel to collapse overnight, with the rest of the drug lords dead or captured.

Ever since then, DEA has been the nightmare of every Mexican drug lord and criminal.

Warren might not fully grasp how formidable the National Tax Bureau is, but the name DEA was etched deep in his bones.

At this moment, the third floor was bustling.

A large number of criminals were being brought in by inspectors for continuous tax interrogations.

In the west side of the third floor, within a connected office space,

Nisen back propped his legs on the desk, twirling a pen through his fingers and thoughtfully asking, "It's already 4 o'clock, you think those guys haven't come up with other ideas?"

"Don't worry, they can't pull any tricks!"

David, who was leisurely sipping his coffee, wasn't the slightest bit worried.

He had so much information on these guys that if they refused to comply, he could arrest them right away and slowly find their assets or just freeze their accounts.

Anyway, he had plenty of ways to make these guys cough up the tax money!

It was just a matter of whether they were wise enough to understand that.

"Inspector David, these gentlemen say they want to see you!"

While the two were talking, a call came from behind them.

Turning around,

it was the tax reception staff from the first floor, followed by four individuals wearing hats, sunglasses, and masks.

Upon seeing these four, David and Nisen immediately perked up.

Despite the heavy disguises, they recognized them as Anthony, who they had met not long before!

And since these four people had arrived,

it meant that they were most likely ready to compromise!

"Inspector David, it's me!"

Anthony, fearing he might not be recognized, spoke up to remind him.

"I know, speak up!"

"Here's the thing, we can pay the tax, but we need a promise!"

"Let's hear it!"

"We hope this matter won't reach the ears of the police department or the FBI. We don't want to go to prison!"

Upon hearing this, David and Nisen couldn't help but exchange a smile.

Then David turned to say, "Mr. Anthony, I think you should have familiarized yourself with our Off-the-Books Taxation Act, right?"