American Tax Officer

Saxton's expression relaxed at these words, and he pulled open the cabinet below, taking out a stack of files and pushing them in front of David. Then he picked up the phone and said a few words.

It wasn't long before his secretary knocked and entered.

"Director David, I've already asked someone to clear out an office for you. After you've read through the case files, let me know if there's anything you need to do," said Saxton.

David nodded in understanding and then followed the secretary out the door to an office about ten meters from the director's office.

After spending around an hour, David had finally finished reading through the case files.

The prison in the Sand Bay Area was the largest owned by GCO Corporation in Nevada State, incarcerating over 5,000 individuals.

The annual financial reports published by the prison accounted for a profit totaling 50 million US dollars, which, compared to other private prisons of the same level in other states, seemed to be a reasonable figure.

However, that was just the surface figure. As Saxton had previously stated, some illegal income and funds not suitable for public release absolutely exceeded that number.

Collecting his thoughts, David turned to Nisen Bakesimmons and others and said, "Go coordinate with the inspectors from the Sand Bay Branch, bring back a few GCO guards for me to interrogate."

It wasn't urgent to directly head to the prison now; it was better to start by finding a few of the guards to get a sense of the prison's underside.

About an hour later.

Nisen had returned and said, "We've found three GCO Prison guards on vacation and brought them to the interrogation room."

David immediately stood and went to the second floor's interrogation room, pushing open the door to see a man about thirty years old.

[Name: Valentine Carter.]

[Occupation: Guard at Nevada GCO Prison.]

[Income: Legal monthly income of 4,500 US dollars, illegal monthly income of 8,100 US dollars.]

[Income details: On December 7th, extorted 300 US dollars from a prisoner named George, on December 11th, facilitated a drug lord named Mike in prison for a profit of 500 US dollars...]

[More details:...]

[Tax owed: 810 US dollars.]

After scrutinizing with his "Golden Finger", David had gained a deeper understanding of the prison.

First, as previously mentioned by Saxton and the case files, the prison indeed had a substantial amount of illegal income.

For instance, this guard would extort over 8,000 US dollars a month just from the inmates.

According to the records, the GCO prison had several hundred guards; the tax involved totaled up to hundreds of thousands of dollars.

And that was just the guards; as for higher-ups like the chief guards, administrative staff, deputy wardens, wardens, and the managers of GCO Nevada prisons, their illegal earnings were certainly much more significant.

"Direc... Director David..."

This guard named Valentine, who clearly recognized David through television, newspapers, or other channels, was immediately stunned at his arrival.

"You know why we've brought you here, right?"

"I know... I'll pay the taxes..."

A person's reputation precedes them, and Valentine certainly knew of David's prowess. If high-ranking city officials in Sparks and Henderson could fall to him, this mere prison guard dared not resist stubbornly.

"Good to know."

David didn't waste words and, after turning and heading out the door, entered another interrogation room...

Twenty minutes later.

Having scanned all three returned guards with his "Golden Finger", he had a rough grasp of the situation in GCO Prison.

He then immediately summoned Nisen Bakesimmons and the others and said, "Let's go, it's time to visit GCO Prison."

GCO Prison was located in the northeast corner of the Sand Bay Area, surrounded by a desolate expanse of sand dunes.

The prison's design exuded a harsh and secure style, with grey as its primary color and tall watchtowers strategically placed. The armed guards in the towers were constantly vigilant of any odd movements around the perimeter.

Just then, the arrival of a Volvo attracted the attention of the watchtower guards, who spoke into the intercoms, "A vehicle is approaching, Bilde, check out who it is."

The prison was situated in a secluded area, and it wasn't a day for visits, so the presence of an approaching vehicle understandably put the guards on alert.

At the prison gate below, a few stationed guards responded with 'received' and sharpened their focus.

Minutes later, the vehicle stopped at the prison's entrance.

Seeing Nisen Bakesimmons and the others step out of the car, the guards were merely cautious, but upon seeing the last person to alight—David—their expressions drastically changed.

"IRS, we need to talk to your warden!"

Upon seeing Nisen showing the tax badge, the guards finally snapped out of it, with one guard cautiously replying, "Our warden has gone to Carson City for a meeting..."

Nisen looked towards David, who replied, "Never mind, let's start by 'visiting' your prison."

He needed to walk through the prison to accurately gauge the overall tax situation there.

The guards exchanged glances, and then one of them went to the booth and picked up the phone to make a call.

Meanwhile, in the prison's internal administration office area...