"Alright, OK!"
Back at the bureau, it was now a waiting game.
At 5 PM, a message came in from Isidore stating that they had made contact with the Counterfeit Banknote Group and wanted to place another order for fake notes.
However, possibly due to a recent surge in demand, the group replied that they wouldn't be ready until the day after tomorrow.
David had no choice but to put this case on hold until then.
...
Carson City, Governor's Mansion.
Eugene, holding a file folder, walked into Stevenson's office.
"Governor, this is from Special Agent Gavin. It's the investigation report on David!"
But don't think that 'Special Agent' is just an agent.
In the FBI system, a special agent is the highest-ranking official the FBI sends to each state, responsible for overseeing and managing the state's FBI agents and operations.
They are also in charge of coordinating cooperation with local law enforcement, state government, and other federal departments to ensure the smooth progress of the FBI's activities in that state.
The Special Agent Gavin Eugene mentioned was the FBI's top official in Nevada.
Stevenson's expression changed, and he immediately took the folder and opened it, scanning the contents with an expectant look.
But soon, his hopeful gaze gradually darkened, and he ended up slamming the document angrily on the desk.
Eugene, standing by, was also stunned by this reaction.
Since the folder was sealed, and out of respect for hierarchy, he had not dared to open and review it immediately upon receiving it, so he had no idea what it contained.
But now, seeing his Governor's expression...
Could it be...
That after a detailed FBI investigation, they really couldn't find anything to pin on David?
To confirm his suspicions, Eugene slowly reached for the documents, picked them up, and started reading.
As the content revealed itself, his expression soured.
It was exactly as he had guessed.
The FBI had found no dirt on David; even the hoped-for evidence of tax evasion wasn't there.
Actually, that's not entirely true.
More accurately, it was almost there!
According to the file, during David's recent crackdown on criminals, many had offered substantial bribes to the Chief Tax Officer to avoid their monthly dues to the IRS, but David had refused all of them.
But that wasn't even the most outrageous part for Eugene.
The shocking part was, according to the investigation, a money launderer named Lynch had once offered a staggering bribe of $1.6 million to dodge taxes.
Yet, even faced with such an astronomical sum, David still turned it down.
Was this damn bastard actually a saint?
Even Eugene, as the Governor's secretary, couldn't claim he wouldn't be tempted by $1.6 million.
But this son of a bitch resisted such a temptation!
Soon, the time reached 1:30 a.m.
Nisen, who had climbed up high to act as a sentinel, seemed to have spotted something and called down to the people below, "There are car lights two kilometers away, they're coming!"
David promptly made a hand gesture to his five inspectors, telling them to get ready.
Nisen also made arrangements for his inspectors from the Lake District Sub-Bureau, and then all the lights on the scene were extinguished.
The twenty-some inspectors scattered inside and outside the valley all disengaged the safeties on their rifles, ready for combat at any moment.
At the same time.
Two kilometers away from David and the others, three small Ford vans were bouncing down the road.
In the lead van, the driver was a big-bearded man wearing a duckbill cap, while in the passenger seat, a chain-smoking Curly.
"Damn, my back's nearly broken from this ride. Once this job's done, I'm definitely treating myself to a nice babe to ease these old bones!"
"Heh, kid, it's always like this the first time you take this route. You'll get used to it if you run it a few more times!"
"Forget it, I'd rather man a warehouse than take this damn road again!"
"..."
Curly was clearly on this route for the first time and kept on complaining, while the big-bearded man at the wheel kept comforting him.
"Alright, alright, we're almost at the mouth of the valley, we'll be through soon!"
As the two chatted, they were only about a hundred meters away from the valley's mouth.
But when they were about fifty meters from the valley's entrance, the big-bearded man with the duckbill cap seemed to notice something ahead.
At first, he thought it was just some rocks, but when he turned on the high beams for a better look, he discovered vehicles in front of them.
This immediate realization left him shocked, and he exclaimed, "Not good!"
During the day, the valley was rarely visited, let alone at night.
The appearance of vehicles now meant either they had encountered robbers or law enforcement!
Curly too grew tense and immediately grabbed the handgun from beneath the windshield.
At the same time, inspectors that Keanu had arranged to ambush inside the valley began relaying messages back to Keanu and David at the valley's mouth through their wireless earpieces.
"Target has entered the locking area. Observations show that each vehicle has only one driver and one co-pilot. Awaiting instructions!"
At the mouth of the valley, Keanu looked at David for direction. David nodded his head to indicate it was time to move.
Keanu immediately responded through the earpiece, "Go!"
Upon receiving the order, the inspectors hidden in the bushes turned on the infrared lasers attached to their rifles, aiming at the six people in the vehicles.
The drivers and co-pilots inside the three vehicles, seeing red dots appearing on their bodies, started to panic and dared not even move.
The number of red dots revealed that the opposition not only had formidable firepower but also greatly outnumbered them.
"Don't panic, we are from the National Tax Bureau. As long as you cooperate with us, we won't harm you. But should you resist, lethality is authorized!"
As the six people in the vehicles wondered what to do, a voice through a loudspeaker at the valley's mouth reached them, easing their minds.
They had been worrying that if they ran into robbers, their cargo would certainly be gone, and if they encountered the police or the FBI, not only would they lose the goods, but they might also end up in jail.
The incident with the Indian Tribe had caused quite a stir, so they knew about the Black Tax Act.
Knowing that the National Tax Bureau was only interested in collecting taxes and that as long as they paid the taxes to the National Tax Bureau, there would be no trouble, they found themselves actually relieved to be facing the Bureau instead.