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After chatting with Egbert for about half an hour, David finally walked out of his office, found Nisen Bakesimmons, and the trio, and said, "Go to the FBI Office."
Like the Ninglin State Tax Bureau, the FBI Office was also located on the same main avenue in Ninglin, just a ten-minute drive away, and they soon arrived at the entrance.
On the third floor, an agent hurried into Gavin's office and said, "Mr. Gavin, David has brought people to our building."
"Hm?"
Gavin was reviewing documents, and upon hearing this, his pen hovered in midair, and his expression turned somewhat rigid.
He knew it wouldn't be hard for the Tax Bureau to figure out that Bowen's investigation report had originated from their FBI.
He had considered that after David arrived in Carson City, he might have plans for retaliation against them, but he hadn't expected the man to so brazenly show up at their doorstep.
And his brazen early visit was definitely not for a casual cup of tea, it was most likely to pick a bone!
This was their FBI Office in Nevada State, his turf!
You, David, messing with others is one thing, but thinking you can cause trouble on my FBI's ground?
What does that mean?
Just as Gavin was feeling irked, another agent barged in and said, "Mr. Gavin, Director David from the IRS has requested to meet you."
"Requested to see me? Who does he think he is? Tell him, I'm very busy!"
Although David had been in the limelight recently, when it came to rank, he was way below Gavin, and since he was most likely there to cause trouble, Gavin obviously would not show him any courtesy.
"Yes, sir."
The reporting agent promptly turned and exited the office, soon reaching David in the lobby on the first floor, and said, "I'm sorry, Director David, our Mr. Gavin is swamped with official duties and can't spare the time right now."
"What do you mean by this, FBI? Our State Tax Bureau personally comes over, and you don't even give us a chance for a meeting?"
To his surprise, after hearing his message, David didn't seem angry but calmly took out paper and a pen, which left the agent confused.
After a pause, he asked, "Director David, what are you... doing?"
"Nothing much, you get on with your work; I'll be leaving in a while."
David's calm demeanor and unflustered speech left the agent even more puzzled.
This wasn't right.
Whether it was leading armed forces into the Indian Tribe or fixing the city halls of Sparks and Henderson, all of it showcased David's domineering and ruthless tactics.
So how come now, when they, the FBI, had shown such disrespect, not only did David not react impulsively, but he also remained so calm?
Unable to understand, the agent didn't dare to linger in front of David and instead fled to a government service window some ten meters away. He pretended to be busy with work but was actually covertly observing David's actions.
[Name: Trevicon Gilbert.]
[Occupation: FBI Junior Agent.]
[Monthly Income: 8600 US Dollars.]
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[Tax Due: 0.]
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[Name: Bertie Louis.]
[Occupation: FBI Senior Agent.]
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