American Tax Officer

"Not bad, the quality of this batch is decent enough, but that old guy charges way too much. Gotta have a word with the chieftains about it sometime. We should get a discount on our own turf!"

"A discount? They did pay up..."

The Indian Guard Squad stationed here was discussing with lewd smiles on their faces.

However, before long, the roaring sounds from the road in the distance caused the group of guards to halt their conversation as they turned their heads to look.

At first glance, when they saw the armed personnel on each vehicle, they were instantly frightened.

But quickly, the captain of the guard squad regained his composure and said angrily, "Who dares to make trouble on our reservation without fearing death!"

Even though he saw that the vehicles were filled with armed personnel to the teeth.

He was not the least bit afraid.

Behind him was the Indian Tribe, and with just one call, other guard squads would immediately rush over to support them!

"Captain... Captain, those seem to be vehicles from the National Tax Bureau..."

At this moment, another member of the guard squad appeared to recognize something and spoke with a trembling voice.

Upon hearing it was people from the National Tax Bureau, the guards, who had originally intended to teach these ignorant newcomers a lesson, instantly stiffened.

The incident with Dieter had caused such a commotion; it was not only their concern but had also become a hot topic throughout the entire Indian Tribe.

Through this incident, the entire Indian Tribe had come to realize that people from the National Tax Bureau were not to be trifled with.

And now, people from the National Tax Bureau had arrived here fully armed. What did this mean?

Without saying, it must be related to Dieter!

In the midst of these thoughts, the convoy had already reached the entrance.

The car doors opened, and leading them, Director David stepped out first, with Buckynison and others following closely behind. Then, they all approached the guard squad together.

"Stay calm, don't panic, and don't you fucking fire without my order!"

Seeing his subordinates' tense expressions with their fingers tight on the triggers, the captain of the guard squad hurriedly reminded them.

Dieter was the nephew of their tribe's chieftain, but after running afoul of the National Tax Bureau, he had to return to the reservation like a stray dog.

And they were merely the tribe's guards. If they got into conflict with the National Tax Bureau, they would definitely be in a situation they couldn't handle.

"I am the Chief Tax Officer of the National Tax Bureau Lakeside District Sub-Bureau Branch. My name is David!"

The guard squad captain looked at the badge David presented and responded, "I'm Mitchell, the captain of the West District Entrance guard squad. May I ask, Director David, is there anything we can assist the National Tax Bureau with?"

"We are investigating a case in which the mastermind is said to have entered your reservation. We need to conduct an inquiry inside!" .

Mitchell frowned slightly and then replied, "Director David, according to America Federation law, unless special permission is granted, no law enforcement agency may operate on our reservation, so I'm sorry!"

David was not surprised by this response and retorted, "According to the Black Tax Act passed by Congress on the 3rd of last month, our National Tax Bureau has the right to investigate any person or case involving illegal income. If you don't understand, go ask your tribe's lawyer!"

Mitchell paused for a moment before replying, "I apologize, Director David, but we don't have the person you are looking for here!"

"What did you say!"

Seeing Mitchell's obstinate demeanor, Buckynison and the others behind David grew impatient, stepping forward with their guns at the ready.

And the already edgy Indian guards grew even more tense at this moment, but facing an armed group and having only a revolver themselves, they seemed somewhat less confident.

David raised his hand, signaling his people not to act rashly, then moved within a meter of Mitchell and looked him in the eye, "This isn't something you can decide. Notify your chieftain now, and tell him the National Tax Bureau is here!"

Watching David's demeanor that suggested he would turn hostile if refused, Mitchell, merely a captain of a guard squad, dared not push back any longer and walked into the guardhouse to pick up the phone.

Meanwhile, at the Chieftain's Manor in the Indian Tribe.

"Chieftain, people from the National Tax Bureau have arrived at our reservation entrance fully armed!"

Gael, who had been playing with his grandson, could not help but change his expression drastically upon hearing this news.

He knew that the National Tax Bureau would eventually come knocking.

And he had long been mentally prepared for it.

But what he hadn't expected was that the National Tax Bureau would send armed troops without any formal notice.

Although he wasn't sure about the combat strength of the National Tax Bureau's armed force, from what Senator Angstorm had insinuated, it was said to be comparable to the America Army.

If they caused a ruckus in his reservation, what would be left of his position as chieftain?

"Chieftain?"

Snapped back to attention by the messenger's reminder, Gael hurriedly asked, "How many of them are there, and do they have heavy weaponry?"

"According to the message from the guard squad, it's about 60-70 people, and they all came by car!"

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Gael thought for a moment and then his expression relaxed.

Only 60-70 people, and they came by car, so it probably wasn't the real armed force of the National Tax Bureau. It could well just be the Inspectors from the Bureau armed for the occasion.