Chapter 88: Chapter 85: Dealing with the Drug Dealer

[Name: Nossano Rosenberg.]

[Occupation: Gang member.]

[Monthly Income: $13,900 US Dollars.]

[Income Details: On December 5th, provided a drug lord to the local police, received $1,000 US Dollars. On December 9th, disclosed a drug stash to the FBI, received $2,000 US Dollars. On December 18th, provided a drug lab location to the Mexico Gang, received $5,000 US Dollars...]

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[Tax Due: $2,035 US Dollars.]

"Quite the sly fox..."

After reviewing the information of this guy, David couldn't help but be somewhat speechless.

This guy, as long as the price was right, whether it was the police, the FBI, the Mexico Gang, or even their Tax Revenue Service, all could be potential trading partners.

It's clear, he's someone who lacks any principles when it comes to money!

But that's not a problem.

What's important is, after a thorough information review, David indeed discovered, just as Bucky said, that this guy had information on a major deal between Dieter and the Mexico Gang!

"Chief Tax Officer, his name is Nossano!"

"Hello, Director David."

Nossano knew the Tax Revenue Service was not to be trifled with, and at the level of Director, the power was immense, so he extended his hand with a fawning smile.

However, David had no intention of shaking hands with him but cut to the chase, "I hear you know about a transaction between Dieter and the Mexico Gang?"

Nossano retracted his hand, offering a sheepish smile, "I do know a bit about that matter, but, well..."

"Out with it, how much do you want!"

"Hehe..."

Nossano chuckled, holding up two fingers.

Before David could even speak, Bucky, standing beside him, scolded angrily, "Nossano, don't push it too far, the money from our Tax Revenue Service doesn't grow on trees!"

"I know that, but I guarantee that if the Tax Revenue Service makes this deal happen, you'll make a fortune!"

After a brief contemplation, David said to Bucky, "Go to the vault and get the money!"

Two Thousand US Dollars was not a small amount, but David currently had over Two Hundred Thousand in official funds, so it wasn't much of an issue.

Soon, Bucky brought over the Two Thousand US Dollars in cash.

At the sight of the money, Nossano's eyes lit up, and he licked his lips before beginning to count the cash fondly.

This behavior irked Bucky, who reprimanded, "Why count it, would our Tax Revenue Service shortchange you?"

"Hehe, it's not that..."

Nossano laughed sleazily, stopping his movements.

At this moment, David, with a piercing gaze, warned him, "I'll remind you, taking money from our Tax Revenue Service and not delivering something satisfactory to us, we will take it back 'with interest.' Understood?"

"Understood, absolutely understood!"

"Since you understand, then tell us what you know!"

"It's like this, tonight at midnight..."

"Wait!"

"She's learning fast. She can already handle the document work."

"Then let her be in charge of that from now on!"

Ariel nodded to show her understanding.

David continued, "We've made some progress on Dieter's case. Tonight, there will be a transaction at Pompeii Chemical Plant..."

When they heard about the risk involved, a few of them frowned.

However, their excitement returned when they learned that this transaction could lead to tax income of over three million two hundred thousand US dollars.

David had already promised them before.

If they resolved Dieter's case, each team would be guaranteed a minimum of one hundred thousand dollars from the tax revenue.

But this transaction was just the tip of the iceberg in Dieter's case.

And just the tip might already yield over three million two hundred thousand in tax revenue. So, what about if they resolved the whole Dieter's case?

Could they get two hundred thousand? Three hundred thousand?

Definitely more than one hundred thousand, anyway!

David glanced at his watch and said, "It's still early. Everyone, get ready!"

...

By 5:00 PM, Bucky, who had gone to survey the terrain, returned.

He brought with him the photos he'd taken on site, pointing them out to David, "Director, look here, the transaction will take place at this spot. We can place our people here, here, and here. This way, we'll have the high ground!"

"Typical narcotics traffickers only bring handguns to a deal. If they resist, given our equipment and advantage, we could riddle them with bullets in an instant!"

"Additionally, we could set up a few high-intensity searchlights. Once the operation begins, we can instantly impair their vision..."

Bucky, worthy of his military experience, laid out a thorough tactical plan that seemed quite solid to David, who was quite satisfied with it.

"Alright, we'll do it just as you've outlined!"

Time flew and soon it was 10:00 PM.

David opened the cabinet, placed the documents he had reviewed and processed today inside, then left the office to head towards the third-floor Inspector's Office.

It was already ten o'clock.

Besides those inspectors like Buckynison who had a mission, most of the other inspection teams had gone home.

However, to David's surprise, Selina was still there, diligently working through some paperwork.

Ariel quickly stood up to explain, "Director, Selina asked to stay behind on her own..."

Hearing this, Selina looked up from her work, realizing that David had arrived. She stood up and said, "Yes, Director, I know you have an operation tonight. I can't be of much help, so the best I can do is to get familiar with the work as quickly as possible."

David nodded and replied, "It's getting late, Selina. Would you like someone to drive you home?"

Selina shook her head and responded, "No need!"

Without further ado, David turned to Nisen and the others, "Go to the armory and get your weapons and gear!"

This time they were facing merciless narcotics traffickers and Dieter's men.

Of course, they couldn't go with just a sidearm.

For safety's sake, they needed to gear up with items like bulletproof vests and assault rifles.

Then, when those traffickers saw them, it would also act as a psychological deterrent, making them surrender and pay their taxes willingly.