American Tax Officer

Thinking of this, David suddenly felt a sense of imbalance in his heart.

In America, every person has to pay taxes, but Native Americans are the exception to this policy.

If it weren't for this policy, just this Chieftain alone would have to pay the IRS nearly 1.2 million dollars in taxes.

Adding in the other elders, key members, and even the chieftains of the tribe, that would conservatively amount to tens of millions each month!

But fortunately, the silver lining is that the enactment of the Black Tax Bill has allowed the IRS to skim a layer of oil from these people!

"Director David, right? I am an elder of this tribe, my name is Weidingled."

Weidingled got out of the car and introduced himself.

David put away his thoughts and asked, "What's the matter, Elder Weidingled, are you here to stop the IRS from enforcing the law on the reservation?"

Weidingled shook his finger and replied, "No, Director David, you can go in, but we have many people 'doing business' within the reservation, so you can't come in with so many people, nor can you come in fully armed, I hope you can understand us!"

David thought for a moment.

Today he had brought about 70 armed inspectors, along with civilian inspectors like Selina.

Entering in such a manner would indeed be too ostentatious and also not conducive to his investigation into the illegal activities within the tribe.

It would be better to have most people stay here.

After all, with so many armed inspectors here, the Indian Tribe probably wouldn't dare to cause trouble, unless Chief Gael truly went insane!

With that in mind, he agreed, "Okay, can I bring a few people in, then?"

Weidingled's expression relaxed, and he immediately nodded, "Of course that's fine..."

David turned around, but before he could start selecting people, Nisenbaki leaned in and whispered, "Chief Tax Officer, the Indian Reservation is no ordinary place, we must be cautious..."

"Don't worry, they wouldn't dare do anything. You Bucky, and..."

Apart from Bucky and Nisen, David picked three others, one of whom was from the National Guard, and the other two were inspectors from the Coast Guard, all of whom were top-notch.

Then, he instructed Simmons, "Keep everyone on their toes, and if anything goes wrong inside, rush in regardless of the consequences, understand?"

Although he thought Gael wouldn't dare to do anything to them, it was necessary to be prepared for any eventuality.

"Understood!"

Having given his instructions, David was about to get into the car when Weidingled suddenly said, "Director David, I gather you've never been to our Indian Reservation before. Why don't you ride with me? I'll show you around, give you a feel for our tribe's local culture!"

David had been worrying about not having an excuse to look around the tribe, and here Weidingled was offering him one. He couldn't help but feel secretly pleased as he showed interest and agreed, "Indeed, this is my first time in the Indian Reservation. Let's take a look around then!"

Seeing David so readily agree, Weidingled felt a surge of joy in his heart.

As long as there were things in which David was interested, their Indian Tribe naturally had a breakthrough point!

Thus, Weidingled ushered David into an open-top Jeep, while the other car with Nisenbaki and the rest followed, both vehicles driving into the reservation.

After passing through an uninhabited area of nearly a kilometer, the state of the tribe quickly came into David's view.

Though there were no skyscrapers or bustling streets of cities, it also did not give off the backward or primitive feelings typically associated with tribes.

On the contrary, it was exceptionally lively.

Not only were there tourists from all over the world, but there were also traditional markets, with Native American vendors in tribal attire selling all kinds of local products such as stones, animal bones, tea, coffee, and various specialities from the reservation.

"This is just the exterior area. The interior is not open to the general public. Come, let me take you in, Director David..."

Under Weidingled's guidance, after another 7 or 8 minutes of driving, they arrived at a grassy area enclosed by fencing.

Through sight, it could be seen that in the grassland there were several tents propped up with large canvases, as well as rows of traditional Indian buildings constructed of wood.

After the vehicles stopped, the Guard Squad stationed there immediately surrounded them, and upon seeing it was Weidingled, they performed an Indian bowing gesture.

"Get out, Director David, let me show you inside!"

Weidingled led David in, and upon entering the area, a sharp light suddenly flashed in David's eyes.

[Name: Thompson Ban.]

[Occupation: Drug dealer.]

[Monthly income: 440,000 US dollars.]

[Income Details: Profits from selling contraband within the Indian Reservation...]

[More Details:...]

[Tax Due: $134,640.]

...

[Name: James Leve.]

[Occupation: Loan Shark.]

[Monthly Income: $480,000.]

[Income Details: Profits from illegal lending within the Indian Reservation...]

[More Details:...]

[Tax Due: $150,480.]

...

[Name: Kitty Morgan.]

[Occupation: Human Trafficker.]

[Monthly Income: $630,000.]

[Income Details: Profits from trafficking girls to the Reservation...]

[More Details:...]

[Tax Due: $249,480.]

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Upon arrival, David had already anticipated that illegal transactions would be rampant within the Indian Reservation.

But he had underestimated it.

He had only been here a short while and had already seen several big fish that would be difficult to even locate in his Lake District.

With just a glimpse, he knew that if all illegal earnings from the Indian Reservation were tallied, the tax collected each month would be astronomical!

This trip had definitely been worth it!

"Director David, this is one of our tribe's casinos. Though it may not have the glamour and grandeur of those in the city, I can assure you the foot traffic is no less than in your city districts. Come, let me show you around!"

David followed Weidingled inside and, as he had said, the casinos in Las Vegas were familiar to David, but none in the city quite matched the customer flow of this Indian casino.

But soon he understood why.

In Las Vegas, gamblers who win money have to pay taxes, and Native Americans do have tax policies; winning here might mean paying taxes to Native Americans, but certainly not more than at the national tax bureau!

Therefore, most gamblers naturally preferred playing here.

"What do you think, Director David, want to play a hand? Here, give Director David a million in chips..."

"No need, I am on official duty and it would not be appropriate!"

Before Weidingled could finish, David interrupted him bluntly.

Weidingled was initially stunned, then said, "Director David, this is our reservation, feel free to play. This one million is for you to enjoy, keep anything you win, and if you lose, it's on us!"

He remembered Chief Gael's and the other elders' words, trying everything to please and make David happy.

"No need, I'm not interested in gambling!"

Seeing how adamant David was, Weidingled felt somewhat disappointed, but then something quickly came to mind, and energetically said, "Since you're not interested in gambling, Director David, let me take you to a place that's much more exciting!"

David was slightly puzzled, "An exciting place?"

"Yes, I can promise you, this is the paradise of all men in Las Vegas, only available in our tribe!"

Weidingled gave David a knowing look and then turned to lead the way.

David's interest was indeed piqued by his words, a paradise for all men?

He was curious to see what this so-called paradise was all about!

Of course, curiosity aside, his main purpose was still to investigate the place and see what kind of illegal transactions were occurring!