Chapter 80: Chapter 78: The CIA Comes Knocking

Koffdale looked at the person in front of him and tremulously asked, "Who... who are you!"

The man sneered and slowly said, "Senior CIA agent, my name is Jerome!"

"CIA!!!"

Hearing these three letters, Koffdale went limp all over.

Upon recalling the CIA's cruel waterboarding, he almost collapsed, but then it seemed as if he remembered something and clutched onto it like a lifesaving straw, shouting, "You can't arrest me, I've already paid my taxes to the National Tax Bureau, I'm one of their good taxpayers..."

In truth, he was desperately grasping at straws in his panic.

At the time, David had promised him that his information would not be exposed.

But if he was caught himself, then he could not blame the National Tax Bureau!

However, at this moment, where could Koffdale afford to think so much.

In his eyes, having been captured by the FBI and CIA jointly, his only savior could be the National Tax Bureau!

"National Tax Bureau!"

Jerome was startled and turned to look at Brod beside him.

With a solemn voice, Brod explained, "On December 3rd, Congress passed a bill called the Black Tax Law, which stipulates that from now on, income earned from any illegal industry must be taxed by the National Tax Bureau..."

Hearing this explanation, Brod finally understood.

But he seemed to remember something, his face turning sour, he said, "That means the National Tax Bureau found this guy before us and also knew what he was up to!"

Jerome nodded, his expression equally somber.

They had been tracking down Koffdale for over half a year, yet had always been unable to pinpoint his whereabouts until he became overconfident and infiltrated the Pentagon, which allowed them to finally catch him.

Unexpectedly, just over a month after the Black Tax Law came out, the National Tax Bureau had caught him first and even forced him to pay taxes.

The CIA is supposed to be the top intelligence agency in the world, how the hell did the National Tax Bureau manage this?

Gathering his thoughts, Jerome asked Koffdale, "I'm asking you, last month you hacked into our CIA system, took away a list from our Bear Country Station, and later handed it to a spy, didn't you? Who is he?"

"I... I don't know..."

"Slap!"

Before he could continue thinking, Jerome had already started the car.

Brod hastily asked, "Where are you going?"

Jerome, as he shifted gears, replied, "To Las Vegas, to have a chat with Inspector David!"

At hearing this, Brod's lips moved as if he wanted to speak, but he ultimately couldn't voice any objection.

Because he knew the character of his partner.

Oh well, might as well take a chance!

...

Carson City and Las Vegas both belong to Nevada State, and the distance between them isn't too far—a little over an hour's drive. Jerome's car stopped in front of the National Tax Bureau Lakeside District Sub-Bureau Branch.

After getting out of the car and entering, he approached Debbie at the reception in the lobby and asked, "Is Inspector David in the office?"

Debbie was momentarily startled, then promptly corrected him, "David is no longer an inspector; he has now become our Director of Taxation!"

"Director of Taxation!"

Hearing this, both Jerome and Brod were somewhat surprised.

As far as they knew, promotions within the National Tax Bureau were quite challenging, perhaps even more so than in the CIA!

From what they had gathered from Koffdale's mouth, they knew a lot about David and understood that this inspector was very young—only in his twenties.

A promotion to Director of Taxation in his twenties, his seniority alone wouldn't suffice!

Unless...

This Inspector David demonstrated exceptional ability after the introduction of the Black Tax Law, which allowed him to be promoted exceptionally!

But on the other hand, had David not been outstanding, how could he possibly have unearthed Koffdale and that spy before the CIA did?

With this realization, the two men felt relieved.

Then, Jerome took out his credentials and replied, "We are from the CIA. Please pass on the message to Director David, we would like to have a chat with him!"

"From the CIA!"

Debbie was taken aback, but quickly responded by picking up the phone on the counter.