Chapter 79: Chapter 77: Koffdale Arrested

As his inauguration remarks came to an end, thunderous applause erupted once again in the venue.

And with that, the evaluation period meeting drew to a close.

At the entrance of the National Tax Bureau Lakeside District Sub-Bureau Branch, Lewis gazed upon the familiar doors and scenery, and couldn't help but feel sentimental, "I really hate to leave..."

Saying so, he waved goodbye to David and the others who had come out to see him off, "Alright, I'm off now, good luck to all of you!"

David waved back as he bid farewell, then entered the building and made his way to the intelligence department to retrieve all the materials related to the Dieter case.

Eventually, he arrived at the door of his fourth-floor office.

The sign that had previously read 'Chief Tax Officer Lewis' now bore the name 'Director David'.

He pushed open the door and, looking around the office that now belonged to him, David couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment swell within him.

But that feeling was quickly subdued.

He had just taken office as the Chief Tax Officer, and he needed some significant tax achievements to establish authority. Solving the Dieter case was the best option!

An hour later.

All the documents pertaining to the Dieter case had been reviewed, and he picked up the phone to summon Nisen and the other seven members to his office.

About seven or eight minutes later, they entered one by one, and in unison they asked, "Director David, you wanted to see us?"

David nodded and said, "A new evaluation period has started, and I'm preparing to handle the Dieter case. Does anyone want to join in?"

Upon hearing this, fear flickered across the faces of some of them.

For starters, Dieter belonged to the Omaha family, whose presence in Las Vegas was comparable to that of a local tyrant.

And Dieter was known to be brutal and fierce, so even for the National Tax Bureau to take him on, the risk was substantial.

"I know this case carries significant risk, but we are from the National Tax Bureau, and tax collection is our primary duty!"

"If you really don't want to handle it, that's fine; I will assign you to other cases!"

"However, if you're willing to work with me on this case, once it's resolved, I promise that each team will get at least Ten Thousand US dollars in tax achievements!"

According to intelligence department data, Dieter was estimated to earn about Three Million US dollars a month.

But data from the intelligence department was always a minimum estimate rather than an accurate figure.

So David thought that this guy's income was definitely more than that.

And don't forget.

If one performed exceptionally well on this case, they would certainly receive more.

However, his team consisted of just himself, which was inevitably less efficient than the other groups, which was precisely why he was troubled.

"You go and get started, I'll find you a partner as soon as possible!"

"Alright..."

Nisen could only leave, somewhat disheartened.

After he left, David immediately turned on his computer and logged into the National Tax Bureau's intranet 'Transfer Request Form'.

Within the National Tax Bureau system, any inspector could actively apply for transfer to another Sub-Bureau Branch.

So now what David was looking for was to see which inspectors across the country had submitted applications to their Lake District Sub-Bureau Branch, and then screen out a sharp and capable inspector to partner with Nisen.

...

Meanwhile.

In the capital of Nevada State, Carson City, inside an apartment building.

A thin man with glasses was tirelessly tapping on his computer, and his computer screen was constantly filled with lines of code.

He was no other than David's old acquaintance, the hacker expert Koffdale.

About ten minutes passed.

Then, the computer's large screen suddenly showed the Pentagon's emblem, followed by the words 'Access Granted' in large letters.

This instantly overjoyed him, and he exclaimed, "Hahaha, the Pentagon, it's just that simple huh!"

"Bang!"

However, the next second, right as his excitement peaked, his apartment door was suddenly kicked open, and a squad of fully armed personnel wielding M4A1 rifles rushed in.

"FBI! Hands up, get your damn hands up!"

Already panic-stricken, Koffdale nearly wet himself upon hearing the word 'FBI.'

He immediately raised his hands and pleaded, "Don't shoot, don't shoot, I'm unarmed!"

Once the situation was under control, the FBI personnel searched the room and, finding it safe, one of them spoke through an earpiece, "Jerome, Agent Brod, it's secure, you can come in now!"

About a minute later.

Two men dressed in suits, with a somewhat chilly aura, walked in.

One of them first scrutinized Koffdale with a sharp look, then turned to the large screen, and finally said coldly, "You dare to infiltrate the Pentagon, who gave you such audacity!"