Chapter 100: Chapter 91: Attention from the Headquarters_2

After being scolded so harshly, Sapir frowned.

He knew that in America, Native Americans had many privileges.

In Las Vegas, the Omaha Family was the largest Indian Tribe, with power and influce, which led to Ditter developing such an arrogant character.

But facing the police or ev the FBI, Ditter's arrogance wasn't really a problem.

With his family's influce, they could usually smooth things over.

But now they were facing the IRS!

These people were ruthless wh it came to collecting taxes.

What was most crucial was that the IRS had its own courts, lawyers, judges, and other facilities, and ev more outrageously, they had their own private armed forces.

How could you, a Native American, no matter how tough your bones or how many people and how much influce you had, withstand a salvo from that massive private army?

Of course, he wouldn't say this directly to Ditter.

Because he was well aware of the guy's cruel nature, and if he really said that, it was tirely possible for the guy to shoot him dead with a single bullet.

In the d, he could only say in an indirect way, "The IRS just wants to collect some taxes, we've already paid plty in Lake District, so let's just consider it as giving them a gift..."

"Taxes? Wh have you ever se our Native Americans pay taxes?"

"Giving them a gift? I'll give them a piece of my mind, they dare to snatch my goods, I'd be letting them off easy if I don't wipe them out!"

Ditter's words left Sapir speechless.

Indeed, Native Americans had tax privileges, but those only applied to lawful income.

This black tax law clearly targeted illegal income, and the privileges of Native Americans surely couldn't dodge it.

Forget it, since this guy wouldn't list, there was no point in saying more!

...

Time flew, and before long it was eving.

At the Lake District Sub-Bureau, after an afternoon of organizing, David had planned the upcoming case actions from the information provided by the CIA.

Stretching languidly, he looked at his watch and his expression darked wh he saw it was 5:30.

It seemed that Ditter really didn't plan to meet him!

Or did he think that just because he had the status of a Native American, he could rest easy?

As he was deep in thought, the door oped, and Nis came in carrying a bag from McDonald's, placing it on the desk, "Have something to eat!"

It was already past time to get off work, but he knew that since Ditter hadn't come yet, today's evts were far from over.

David oped the bag and took out a burger for a few bites, th asked, "Which of Ditter's spots in Lake District is the biggest?"

After thinking for a momt, Nis answered, "The biggest would be the DA Nightclub."

"Go to Judge Kiesa's place, have him sign a seizure order, and also, notify everyone to get ready and arm up!"

"Understood!"

...

That was also a significant finding!

"What's going on with your IRS, we have special policies here, we don't need to pay the IRS!"

At that momt, a man with a crew cut and in a suit walked over.

[Name: Congreve Clardon.]

[Occupation: DA Nightclub manager.]

[Monthly Income: Legal income $,000 US Dollar, illegal income $83,000 US Dollar.]

[Income Details: December 3rd, earned a commission of $,000 US Dollar by selling contraband, earned a commission of $3,000 US Dollar by arranging for hostesses to provide services, December 4th...]

[More Details:...]

[Amount of Tax Due: $,450 US Dollar.]

"I know, I'm not here to collect taxes from your establishmt!"

"Th what's your purpose here?"

"On the 3rd of last month, our Congress passed a bill that from now on, whether it's drug trafficking or selling sex, you need to pay the full amount of taxes to us, the IRS!"

As soon as these words were uttered, the dancers and hostesses at the sce were in an uproar.

Pay taxes to the IRS for selling sex?

Could there be some mistake!

After being stunned for quite a while, Congreve finally regained his composure and said with a dark face, "Do you know whose establishmt this is?"

"I do, Ditter Omaha, right?"

"So you know, and you still dare to do this?"

"His establishmt isn't all that impressive!"

David was here today specifically for Ditter.

He had already put his word out there, and if this guy still wouldn't come to see him willingly, th it didn't matter!

He would shut down one of the guy's establishmts every day, and he couldn't believe that the guy could remain calm!

"Alright ladies, everyone please leave here for now, starting today, this place is to stop doing business!"

Congreve, who was about to call Ditter, heard this and quickly put down his phone and asked, "What do you mean by this?"

David took out a closure order and said, "This is a closure order issued by Judge Kiesa, we now suspect your establishmt of tax evasion and hereby temporarily close it down!"

"You..."

Congreve was raged, their establishmt had be operating here for years, and no departmt had ever dared to cause trouble here, let alone come straight out saying it was going to be closed down.

"Alright, you just wait!"

Congreve picked up the phone and walked to one side.

Meanwhile, over at the Bellagio Hotel.

"What did you say? They have a closure order? Who issued it? Judge Kiesa? Alright, I got it, I'll call you back later!"

Sapir put down the phone, walked to where Ditter, who was dining, and said, "We have trouble, Mr. Ditter, the IRS is preparing to close down our DA Nightclub."