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American Tax Officer

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David traveled to America and became an inspector for the most powerful law enforcement agency, the IRS. On December 3, 2021, America Congress passed a piece of legislation. It stipulated that from now on, any criminal activity, whether smuggling, robbery, fraud, etc., had to pay full taxes to the IRS. Since then, David had become the nightmare of all criminals in America. Until one day, his blade reached towards the heads of Freemasonry and the Federal Reserve!
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: The New Identity

"United States Tax Bureau inspector, kind of interesting!"

In front of the mirror, a man was intently studying his face.

His skin tone was slightly yellow, similar to that of Asians, but his eyes were blue, thanks to his white father and Asian mother.

Although he looked more Asian, his mixed heritage left subtle traces on his face, making his overall appearance unique and charming.

His name was David.

He had crossed over into this body ten minutes ago.

The original owner of the body was an inspector from the Las Vegas Tax Bureau branch in the United States.

Don't underestimate this identity.

The famous United States politician Benjamin Franklin once said, "In the United States, nothing is certain except death and taxes."

And the world's four universally recognized reckless behaviors.

Are trafficking drugs in China, combating drug trafficking in Mexico, banning alcohol in Russia, and evading taxes in the United States.

This shows just how powerful this department is.

And in fact.

The power of the United States Tax Bureau was indeed frighteningly large.

They had their own army and weapons.

The most terrifying thing was, their weaponry was no less advanced than that of the United States' most elite Navy and Army.

In addition, the Tax Bureau had its own courts, lawyers, judges, and other related facilities.

If they suspected you of tax evasion.

They could bypass any procedure, ask you to assist in the investigation, even freeze your accounts, and finally send you to jail.

Even if you were a state governor, a Cabinet official, or even the president, you couldn't escape.

This sounded somewhat sci-fi and ridiculous.

After all, the United States was a country that revered democracy and freedom of speech, how could it tolerate the Tax Bureau's tyranny?

But in fact, beheading presidents and exterminating citizens, this was the power granted to the Tax Bureau by the United States Federal Constitution!

When facing unfair treatment from the FBI or CIA, you could resort to the law to fight them.

But when facing the Tax Bureau.

The Tax Bureau would tell you that the power to interpret the law was in their hands!

The United States Tax Bureau was just that domineering!

"I think I'm up for this role!"

David's smile grew brighter, in his previous life, he was a police officer, investigating cases and arresting criminals was what he did best.

And in this life, he became an inspector for the Tax Bureau, known as the United States Dongchang, with power and influence, wouldn't he thrive even more?

"Dun dun dun dun dun... dun dun dun..."

The classic iPhone ringtone went off, interrupting David, who was still basking in his own satisfaction. He walked to the table, picked up the phone, and pressed the answer button, "Mo Ning Nisen."

"Mo Ning David, I'm downstairs at your place, come down quickly, we're starting action today!"

David walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, pulled back the curtain, and squinted into the glaring sunlight to see a black Volvo parked downstairs.

"Hold on, I'll be right down."

David quickly changed into a suit, buckled his gun at his waist, and rushed downstairs, opened the car door, and got into the passenger seat.

"A hotdog from the old town, brought it for you on the way!"

Nisen, full name Nisen Martinez.

He was a white man in his thirties, with slightly naturally curly yet neatly short hair, giving it a textured look.

Having retired from the United States Marine Corps, he had a rather fit and muscular build, like a sturdy stone monument.

The United States Tax Bureau, like the police department, followed a partnership system.

The so-called partnership system.

Consisted of two people in a team, mainly designed for mutual support in dangerous situations, and secondly, to allow for mutual supervision.

Given the immense power of the Tax Bureau.

It was inevitable that some malicious inspectors exploited the Tax Bureau's name for personal gain.

This system was established to significantly reduce such occurrences.

And now, Nisen and David were partners in the same team.

"Thanks!"

David turned his head, just about to take the hotdog offered, but the lines of information that appeared above Nisen's head left his hand suspended mid-air.

[Name: Nisen Martinez.]

[Occupation: United States Tax Bureau Inspector.]

[Monthly Income: 7800 US Dollars.]

[Income Sources: Monthly fixed salary, bonuses...]

[Expenditure Details: December 3, 2021, tipped 600 US dollars at Grand District Strip Club, December 4, Sam's Restaurant expense 128 US dollars, December 5...]

[Amount Owed in Taxes: None.]

[...]

"Is this... a system?!"

David had read many novels and knew that many protagonists in those stories had systems or golden fingers as a cheat.

But when this appeared on himself, it still startled him.

But quickly, he calmed his mind.

To confirm his suspicion, he immediately turned his head and looked toward a pedestrian not far away.

[Name: Sam Johannes.]

[Occupation: Courier.]

[Monthly Income: 3800 US Dollars.]

[Expenditure Details:...]

[Amount Owed in Taxes: None.]

[...]

"Just as I thought..."

After David's verification, he was convinced that this was indeed his golden finger!

Under the watch of this golden finger, he could unscrupulously view the personal information of these targets.

From now on, no one in front of him would have any tax-related secrets.

Nor could anyone evade taxes under his nose!

But that wasn't the most important thing.

What was crucial was that on December 3, 2021, just a month ago.

The United States Congress officially passed a "black tax bill" policy.

The bill explicitly stated.

From now on, regardless of whether you are engaged in robbery, prostitution, drug trafficking, or any series of activities, all earnings must be taxed appropriately by the Tax Bureau.

This bill was officially issued from the Washington D.C. Headquarters and sent to all branches of the Tax Bureau across the country as a top priority to implement.

To motivate the 140,000 employees of the Tax Bureau nationwide.

The Washington D.C. Headquarters also introduced various incentives for promotions and pay increases.

Now that David had this golden finger, wasn't his chance to rise effortlessly right here?

"What's wrong, David?"

Nisen, next to David, looked at him with full curiosity as David seemed to be in a daze, then smiling intermittently.

"Nothing... It's just a wonderful day!"

Of course, David couldn't tell him about the golden finger, he could only laugh it off.

"Maybe... let's get to work!"

Nisen didn't say more, started the car, and drove toward the main road not far away.

Las Vegas.

A miracle city built in the desert, its street network like a giant maze, crisscrossing, unique and magnificent.

Passing through the sea of neon lights, all kinds of casinos, hotels, and shops were everywhere to be found.