Manhattan, New York. Inside a marijuana processing factory.
"Billy, didn't you watch the news a few days ago? You don't want the armed forces of our National Tax Bureau to raid each and every one of your factories, do you?"
Brown Soros said with a fierce look on his face.
Standing opposite him were two white men and three black men.
Since the armed forces of the National Tax Bureau had been deployed a few days ago, all 140,000 Inspectors across the country sharply caught the 'business opportunity'.
Because of this, the deterrent effect on those tax evaders was enormous.
This led to the national inspectors' tax collection work progressing much smoother than ever in the past few days.
Although Brown was annoyed that David had been the star of this armed deployment, he knew it was an excellent opportunity to leverage, and he wasn't foolish enough to just let it pass by.
Today, his purpose for being here was to collect taxes from these marijuana business owners.
In America, although marijuana has already been legalized in many states,
here in New York State, the legislators and Governor had only just submitted the 'Marijuana Legalization Bill' to the National Tax Bureau, but the bill had not yet been fully passed, which meant the industry was still illegal for the time being.
Hearing that armed National Tax Bureau forces might storm their factory, the five men's expressions turned sour.
After a pause, one of them said, "For this, we need to consult with our boss!"
"Then move it. You've got 10 minutes!"
Not long after the five marijuana dealers had left, Kelly Orsi hurried over and said, "It's not good, Brown, David has topped the leaderboard again!"
"What did you say!"
Brown was startled at first, and then immediately took out his phone and opened the internal network. Sure enough, the name at the top of the leaderboard was David's, and behind his name was the staggering tax achievement of 5,738,400 US dollars!
"This is impossible!"
His face instantly darkened.
Last assessment period, David booked over thirty million dollars, primarily contributed by the Indian Tribe, which Brown was aware of.
But the case with the Native Americans had concluded.
And now that the new assessment period had begun, the leaderboard had been reset just over three hours ago. How did David, who was in a place like Las Vegas, secure over five point seven million dollars in tax achievement in such a short time?
"Brown, such a large tax achievement definitely can't be collected in such a short period. I think he must have prepared it before the last assessment period. It's just been booked now!"
Hearing Kelly's reasoning, Brown thought it made some sense.
But at that moment, his heart also started to ache.
Because he was all too aware that, with this current god-making plan, any standout performance henceforth could become a chip in the selection process.
Prior to coming here, he had already investigated: he could collect roughly Three Million US dollars from this group of marijuana dealers.
He had thought that as long as he collected this tax, he would definitely be the first to lead.
But unexpectedly, David, that scheming fellow, had this play up his sleeve and had stolen his thunder!
"Go to the East River, tell those bosses I don't have time to drag this on. Just cough up six million, and I'll let them off easy!"
Putting pressure on them now would certainly diminish the effect.
But there was no other way.
Letting David monopolize the top spot on the tax leaderboard was an even worse prospect.
Just as he stepped out of the building, David heard a familiar voice calling out and turned to see it was Selina.
"What is it?"
"How was the taste at that restaurant last time, do you want to try it again?"
Selina's question was also a way to convey to David, how about my proposal last time, should we talk again?
David certainly understood.
But the same answer remained, it was too dangerous to align with the Kennedy Family, and it wasn't necessary to join forces with them yet.
He refused, saying, "No need, Selina, I'm tired and I'll just grab something simple to eat at home!"
Watching David's departing figure, a hint of helplessness appeared on Selina's face, then she turned and got into her car.
...
The next morning, while David was still walking to the National Tax Bureau, he received a call from Keanu.
"Director David, I'm not rushing you, but since you've already agreed to take on our Brotherhood of the Main Street's three major cases, don't get distracted by other cases..."
Keanu was neither blind nor deaf, and he naturally knew about David processing more than 5.7 million the day before.
And he was almost the first to know.
But to avoid causing any misunderstanding with David, he had not called immediately yesterday but waited until today.
"Inspector Keanu, don't get me wrong, I am indeed already investigating the weapon case among the three major cases, don't worry, results will come soon!"
He knew that the Mexico Gang case had caused a misunderstanding for Keanu.
He was indeed collecting taxes from the Mexico Gang, but it was also to obtain the list of weapons and accounts to deal with the Gaboures Group.
"Is that so... well then, I won't disturb your investigation!"
After hanging up, it wasn't long before David arrived at the Lake District National Tax Bureau, going straight to his office.
Upon entering, he found that Nisen was already there, reporting, "I've got it, Director, this is the information on the Brotherhood of the Main Street!"
David took the dossier and began to flip through it.
In America, the Brotherhood was a very famous and extremely radical community organization.
It was first established in the Kappa Alpha Society of 1825, and the young people who founded this organization were almost all white and the wealthy offspring of high society.
If a newcomer wanted to join the Brotherhood, they had to accept various so-called "tasks" distributed by the elders during the swearing-in process.
The tasks even included letting the applicants kill someone, firing two shots in a police station, robbing a bank, or being subjected to arbitrary physical punishment and humiliation by older members...
If they couldn't endure it, sorry, you can't join.
But if they could, they became one of their own!
In short, it was a bunch of rebellious wealthy youngsters with nothing better to do and a similar stench who gathered together to kill, shoot, and rob for venting.
Just like in the movie "Police Story", with A-Zu's group of rich kids!
"What are they doing with all those arms?"
Yesterday, Nisen found out that the weapon case was related to the Brotherhood, but the current document didn't have any information on that.
Nisen shook his head and replied, "That's unknown, but I've found one of their in-house lawyers, currently hanging out in room 1806 at the Bellagio Hotel."
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