American Tax Officer

Secondly, if David truly secures the God-making project and rises to the Los Angeles Branch, given the advantages of this platform, it's highly probable that he would later ascend to the headquarters as well.

What he's giving away now might be a favor from a future high-ranking official at the national bureau, which seems to be a very cost-effective deal no matter how you look at it.

"Since it's like this, then I'll thank Director Saxton in advance."

David didn't expect Saxton to be so good at interpersonal relations, but he indeed needed the tax achievements now, so he didn't refuse.

"There's nothing to thank me for, our branch should thank you, Director David. Oh right, since you've uncovered their scale of involvement, I suppose you must be planning to take action next, right?"

"Correct, could you please arrange a few efficient Chief Inspectors to come to me later, Saxton? I have some tasks for them."

"OK, just let me know when you need them, and I'll send them over to you."

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After Saxton left, David began to seriously organize the key information of the management personnel at GCO Prison.

An hour later, after organizing everything, he notified Saxton, and the four Chief Inspectors Saxton had arranged quickly made their way to his office.

"Director David, do you have any instructions?"

The few of them had previously participated in the ceremony to welcome David, so they skipped the small talk and got straight to the point upon entering.

"Chief Inspector Syemon, this is some information I've organized. Please bring these people in quickly to get their statements, and check these financial details and accounts thoroughly for me, Chief Inspector Spencer..."

David pushed the four organized files out one by one.

And the four men immediately stepped up to the desk, each picking up their respective documents to review.

As the contents of the files became clearer, astonishment gradually appeared on their faces, until finally Chief Inspector Syemon directly asked, "Director David, how did you come to know so much about Deputy Warden Andrew? Have you investigated these people before?"

"It's a long story, but now is not the time to investigate these matters. Let's focus on completing the tasks at hand!"

Hearing this, Syemon didn't dare to ask further. Following his lead, all four of them said they would complete the tasks assigned by David as quickly as possible before turning to leave.

...

The following afternoon.

"Director David, as per your instructions, here are the relevant materials and documents."

"Director David, these are mine."

"..."

After operating around the clock for a day and a night, Syemon's four audit teams had nearly completed the tasks assigned by David, and they had now all come together to his office, handing over all the related files and materials.

David checked each item and, finding that they met his requirements without error, nodded in satisfaction, "Good work, I appreciate the hard work of all the Chief Inspectors, you may go rest now."

He could tell that to complete the tasks he had assigned, the four had not slept all night.

"All right, Chief Director, if there's anything else you need, just let me know anytime!"

"Will do."

At the same time, over at the GCO Prison.

A Toyota Land Cruiser slowly drove in, stopping at one of the special parking spots, and the person who got out was Marz, returning from Carson City.

"Warden."

"Warden."

The guards and some prison workers greeted him one after another.

Marz merely nodded slightly and then turned to his secretary with instructions, "Notify Andrew and the others to come to my office."

"Yes."

Ten minutes later, in the Warden's office, Andrew and the managers from various districts entered one after the other, all of them greeting Marz.

With a serious expression, Marz inquired, "How is it going, any moves from the national tax bureau?"

From the news that had spread through the prison yesterday, he already knew about the 'harsh words' David had dropped, which was why he had hurried back today.

"From our surveillance and other sources of information, it seems the national tax bureau isn't making any significant movements, but it's hard to say... after all, we're not the CIA or FBI..."

Andrew's meaning was clear: although the national tax bureau didn't seem to be making big moves, if they were conducting secret operations without their knowledge, that was also a possibility.

Marz's expression darkened, and he questioned further, "Andrew, do you think that after his tour here yesterday, he might have discovered something?"

"He has visited the special cells in the prison, and he even threatened many prisoners to reveal the prices of the cells and other expenditures. With his ability, he will definitely see the anomalies in the accounts. He may see them, but our accounts are very professionally done. He definitely... I reckon he won't find anything out."

Andrew initially intended to use 'definitely,' but remembering this was David, he quickly switched to 'reckon.'

"Reckon..."

Marz was clearly dissatisfied with this uncertain term, but just as he was about to say something, the conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door.

He braced himself and said, "Come in."

The next second, Peter walked in with a very grave expression, "Warden, that Director David from the national tax bureau is here with people again."

At this news, everyone's expressions turned to shock, and a sense of foreboding filled their hearts.

David had just made a threatening statement yesterday, and now he was back today—it definitely wasn't just another prison tour.

Were they really about to be dealt with?