Chapter 132: Chapter 106: Preparing Ammunition, Ready to Deal with the IRS at Any Time

Indian Reservation, West District First Entrance.

"Hey, Deyou, I heard West District got a batch of new girls recently; how's the quality?"

"Not bad, the quality of this batch is decent enough, but that old guy charges way too much. Gotta have a word with the chieftains about it sometime. We should get a discount on our own turf!"

"A discount? They did pay up..."

The Indian Guard Squad stationed here was discussing with lewd smiles on their faces.

However, before long, the roaring sounds from the road in the distance caused the group of guards to halt their conversation as they turned their heads to look.

At first glance, when they saw the armed personnel on each vehicle, they were instantly frightened.

But quickly, the captain of the guard squad regained his composure and said angrily, "Who dares to make trouble on our reservation without fearing death!"

Even though he saw that the vehicles were filled with armed personnel to the teeth.

He was not the least bit afraid.

Behind him was the Indian Tribe, and with just one call, other guard squads would immediately rush over to support them!

"Captain... Captain, those seem to be vehicles from the National Tax Bureau..."

At this moment, another member of the guard squad appeared to recognize something and spoke with a trembling voice.

Upon hearing it was people from the National Tax Bureau, the guards, who had originally intended to teach these ignorant newcomers a lesson, instantly stiffened.

The incident with Dieter had caused such a commotion; it was not only their concern but had also become a hot topic throughout the entire Indian Tribe.

Through this incident, the entire Indian Tribe had come to realize that people from the National Tax Bureau were not to be trifled with.

David raised his hand, signaling his people not to act rashly, then moved within a meter of Mitchell and looked him in the eye, "This isn't something you can decide. Notify your chieftain now, and tell him the National Tax Bureau is here!"

Watching David's demeanor that suggested he would turn hostile if refused, Mitchell, merely a captain of a guard squad, dared not push back any longer and walked into the guardhouse to pick up the phone.

Meanwhile, at the Chieftain's Manor in the Indian Tribe.

"Chieftain, people from the National Tax Bureau have arrived at our reservation entrance fully armed!"

Gael, who had been playing with his grandson, could not help but change his expression drastically upon hearing this news.

He knew that the National Tax Bureau would eventually come knocking.

And he had long been mentally prepared for it.

But what he hadn't expected was that the National Tax Bureau would send armed troops without any formal notice.

Although he wasn't sure about the combat strength of the National Tax Bureau's armed force, from what Senator Angstorm had insinuated, it was said to be comparable to the America Army.

If they caused a ruckus in his reservation, what would be left of his position as chieftain?

"Chieftain?"

Snapped back to attention by the messenger's reminder, Gael hurriedly asked, "How many of them are there, and do they have heavy weaponry?"

"According to the message from the guard squad, it's about 60-70 people, and they all came by car!"

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Gael thought for a moment and then his expression relaxed.

Only 60-70 people, and they came by car, so it probably wasn't the real armed force of the National Tax Bureau. It could well just be the Inspectors from the Bureau armed for the occasion.