United states tax collector

Indian reservation, first entrance to the West End.

"Hey, Diyul, I heard that Xiqi's place recently got a batch of girls. How is the quality?"

"It's okay. The quality of this batch of girls is pretty good, but this old boy charges too high. I have to talk to the chief and the others when I have time. In our territory, I should be given a discount!"

"Discount, people paid for it..."

The Indian Guards stationed here are discussing with a lewd smile.

But not long after, the roar coming from the road not far away caused the members of the escort team to stop talking and turn their heads to look.

It was okay not to see them, but when they saw the armed men in each vehicle clearly, they were instantly frightened.

But soon, the captain of the escort team reacted and said angrily: "You have such an idea that you are so desperate, how dare you come to our reservation to run wild!"

Although he saw that the vehicles were filled with people who were armed to the teeth.

But he was not afraid at all.

Because there is an Indian tribe behind him, as long as he calls, the escort teams from other parties will rush over to support him in an instant!

"Team...Captain, this seems to be an IRS car..."

At this time, another member of the escort team seemed to have seen the clues, and said this with a trembling voice.

When they heard that it was someone from the Internal Revenue Service, the faces of the guards who originally wanted to teach this group of ignorant people a lesson suddenly froze.

The matter of Dieter has caused such a big fuss, let alone them, it has now even become a topic of conversation for the entire Indian tribe after dinner.

Through this incident, the entire Indian tribe has realized that the IRS is not someone to be trifled with.

And now people from the IRS are here armed to the teeth. What does this mean?

Needless to say, it must be for Dieter!

While thinking, the convoy has arrived at the entrance.

The car door opened, and David, the leader, walked out first, followed closely by Buckinson and others, and then everyone rushed towards the escort.

"Don't be nervous, stay calm, don't fucking shoot randomly without my order!"

Seeing the nervous expressions of his men with their index fingers on the triggers, the captain of the escort quickly gave a reminder.

Dieter was the nephew of their tribal chief, but after getting into trouble with the IRS, he had no choice but to flee back to the reservation like a lost dog.

And they are just the guards of the tribe. If there is a conflict with the IRS, they will definitely not be able to get away with it.

"I am the tax chief of the Lake District branch of the IRS, and my name is David!"

The captain of the escort glanced at the tax badge that David showed, and replied: "I am the captain of the escort at the entrance of the West District, Mitchell. May I ask, Commissioner David, how can I help your IRS?"

"We are pursuing a case. The leader of this case is said to have entered your reservation. We want to go in and investigate!"

Mitchell frowned slightly, and then replied: "Chief David, according to U.S. federal law, no law enforcement agency is allowed to enforce law in our reservation except with special permission, so I'm sorry!"

David was not surprised by what the other party said, and immediately replied: "According to the Black Tax Act passed by Congress on the 3rd of last month, as long as it involves people or cases with illegal income, our IRS has all the power to investigate. If you don't understand, Just ask your tribe’s lawyer!”

Mitchell paused and replied: "Sorry, Chief David, we don't have the person you are looking for here!"

"What did you say!"

Seeing Mitchell acting like a rogue, Buckinson and the others behind David couldn't hold their breath and took a step forward with their guns in hand.

The Indian guards, who were originally frightened, were a little more nervous at this moment. However, due to the fact that the opponent was fully armed and we only had one revolver, their confidence seemed a little lacking.

David raised his hand to signal everyone not to be impulsive. Then he walked one meter in front of Mitchell, looked directly at him and said, "You are not in charge of this matter. Now inform your chief and tell him, The IRS is here!”

Seeing David's attitude that he would immediately fall out if he refused, Mitchell, a small guard captain, dared not continue to be tough, so he could only walk into the guard box and pick up the phone.

At the same time, the Indian tribe, the chief's house.

"The chief, the IRS men, came to the entrance of our reservation in full force!"

Gal, who was still teasing his grandson, couldn't help but change his expression when he heard this.

He knew that sooner or later, the IRS would come knocking on his door.

And he had already been mentally prepared.

But what he didn't expect was that the IRS didn't even give a formal notice and just sent the armed forces over.

Although I don’t know how powerful the armed force of the IRS is, judging from Congressman Strong’s tone before, it is said that it is not much inferior to the US military.

If this involves going to his reservation to cause trouble, then does he still need to be a chief?

"Chief?"

Hearing the reminder from the visitor, Gal finally came to his senses and hurriedly asked: "How many people are here, and do they have any heavy weapons?"

"According to the news from the escort team, there are about 6-70 people here, all driving here!"

"oh?"

Upon hearing this, Gal thought for a moment, and then his face relaxed.

There were only 60-70 people, and they all came by car. It was probably not the real armed force of the IRS, it was probably just the inspectors from the bureau who were armed.

In this case, there is no need to worry too much.

"Where are Twin, Willard and the others?"

"They...they are receiving the goods at the warehouse..."

When talking about receiving the goods, the young Indian's tone was a little unnatural.

"What kind of goods are you collecting? Tell them to come see me immediately!"

The people from the IRS came here in full force, obviously for Dieter. He wanted to summon these tribal leaders together to see how to find a way to deal with it.

About 1 kilometer away from the chief's house, in a warehouse.

Two trucks were parked here, and a dozen young Indians continued to move boxes of sealed items out of the trucks and then pushed them into the warehouse.

In the rest area of ​​the warehouse, a man with a slicked back hair and sunglasses was drinking Indian-specific tea with his legs crossed.

Opposite him, sat Twin and an Indian man with a square face.

Two or three minutes later, an Indian came over and said to Twin, "The number is right!"

Twin nodded, then took out a check, wrote the amount of 5 million US dollars on it, tore it off and handed it to the man opposite.

After taking it, the man glanced at it and put it in his inner pocket. Then he stood up and stretched out his hand to Twin, saying: "Mr. Twin, if you have any need in this regard in the future, you can contact us at any time. Except for aircraft carriers, nuclear submarines, and F35 , F16, Apache...except for these strategic weapons that we can’t get, as long as you have enough money, I can help you get them!”

Twin nodded and replied: "Say hello to Mr. Gabrielle for me."

"Definitely, let's go first!"

After saying these words, the man turned and left.

The square-faced Indian man next to Twin asked with a hint of uneasiness: "Twin, if you buy so many arms, do you really want to fight the IRS? Congressman Strong has made it very clear. The IRS's arming is no joke, we are the only ones..."

The man originally wanted to say that the fish was rotten, but when he thought that it was an insult to the tribal warriors, he could only swallow it hard.

Don't look at it as historical compensation. The American government has given many privileges to Indians.

But in fact, the United States is very wary of them.

For example, they Indians cannot enter military academies such as West Point and receive professional military training.

The weapons and equipment of the tribe are also strictly restricted, resulting in basically no heavy weapons.

Even if they have now purchased this batch of elite weapons and equipment and some heavy weapons from arms dealers.

But relying on the tribe's young men and guards who have not received formal training to fight against the elite armed forces of the Internal Revenue Service, it would be strange not to be beaten into Muggles.

"Don't worry so much about Wei Faled. This is just in case, and the weapons are not necessarily used. They are more used to intimidate and increase bargaining chips!"

Although Tewen wanted to protect his son, he had no intention of fighting the IRS to the end.

As he said, he was just trying to increase his negotiating leverage.

If there really is a conflict with the IRS armed forces, with these weapons and equipment in hand, they can at least make the IRS wary.

But if you don’t have these, you might just be at the mercy of others!

"This...don't we need to talk to the chief?"

"No need, he's already a big head now, don't bother him about this matter..."

While the two were still talking, the young man who had reported to Gal before came in in a hurry and said breathlessly: "The people from the IRS have arrived at the entrance of our reservation. The chief asked you to meet them. he!"

When they heard that someone from the IRS was coming, their expressions changed instantly, but they quickly reacted and quickly walked out and got in the car.

When the two came to the hall of the chief's house, in addition to Gal himself, the other senior leaders of the tribe also arrived early.

Seeing the two people arriving late, Gal was furious and asked, "Where have you two been?"

Twin felt a little guilty, but still replied: "I... went to receive some goods delivered to the tribe."

After all, he was his brother. Gal couldn't help but return to the topic and said: "The IRS people came in full force, and they were led by Chief Tax Officer David and listened to the escort. People say they tend to resort to force immediately if they can’t get in. What do you think?”

"The IRS has no authority to enforce the law on our reservation!"

"Hmph, you come to our reservation and you dare to come fully armed. If compatriots from other tribes find out about this, where will our tribe show its face?"

"..."

Indians were used to being kings on their reservations.

Even though they knew how powerful the IRS was, they still felt like they were being seriously provoked when they saw the IRS dared to come to their doorstep armed with weapons and act wildly.

Gal frowned slightly and replied: "I asked you to come here to discuss countermeasures, not to complain. Now it's just David leading the team. When their armed forces arrive, it won't be so easy to talk!"

As soon as these words came out, the scene fell silent instantly.

Obviously, the words IRS Armed Forces can still scare them.

After a while, a senior tribe leader suggested: "In that case, let him come in and talk. Anyway, they haven't decided to send out the armed forces yet, which proves that they also want to talk!"

"That's right, then David probably doesn't want to use force and wants to negotiate peace, so let him come in. Our tribe doesn't have much, just a lot of money and beauties. As long as he is willing to negotiate, no matter how much money he wants or what he wants, We let him choose what kind of beauty he wants, but I don’t believe that he, a tax chief of the IRS, has to be so conscientious!"

"I agree with what Raman said. Even though David doesn't accept money in the Lake District, that's the Lake District, and they have the IRS to monitor it. But now in our reservation, no one can monitor it. We are all human beings, and everyone If he has desires, unless he is a saint, our tribe will definitely be able to satisfy him whatever he wants. Once he feels comfortable, this matter may be over!"

Listening to the plans given by these people, Gal also agreed with them.

Today's Americans all live in big cities and are used to seeing all kinds of feasting and feasting scenes, but they rarely see their Indian tribes, almost returning to the original 'native customs'.

So this also led to the fact that the city dwellers fell instantly as soon as they entered their tribe and experienced the various 'playing methods' of their tribe.

This David... is a young man after all.

Young people, unless they are saints or eunuchs, cannot control the impact of all kinds of desires. This is normal!

Thinking of this, Gal looked at Wilfalid and ordered: "Wifalid, go to the entrance of the West District in person, pick up David, and then take him around our tribe, and then we'll be fine" Make arrangements!"

As an elder of their tribe, Willard was considered a bit of a face-saving figure in Garr by having him greet him in person!

"I?"

Willard pointed to his nose, feeling a little guilty.

He and Tewen had just received a batch of arms and planned to deal with the armed law enforcement from the IRS at any time. Now he had to act as a 'greeter', which felt a little guilty.

"Why, don't you want to?"

"No, no, no, Chief, of course I am willing, I will go right away..."

"etc……"

Just when Willard was about to turn around and leave, an elder sitting nearby thought of something and interrupted: "There are too many of them, and they are all fully armed. If they are allowed in like this, it will affect our business." !”