United states tax collector

Upon hearing this, Saxton looked relaxed, opened the cabinet below, took out a stack of documents and pushed it in front of David, then picked up the phone and said a few words.

Not long after, his secretary knocked on the door and walked in.

Saxton said: "Tax Commissioner David, I have asked someone to vacate an office for you. After you read the case file, just let me know if you have anything to do."

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

It took about an hour for David to finally read the file on this case.

The prison in Sandy Bay is GCO's largest prison in Nevada, housing more than 5,000 people.

The financial report released by this prison every year shows that the total profit is 50 million US dollars, which is a reasonable figure compared with private prisons of the same level in other states.

However, this is only a superficial figure. As Saxton said before, some of the illegal gains and funds that are inconvenient to be disclosed definitely far exceed this figure.

Putting away his thoughts, David said to Nissenbaki Simons and others: "Go and cooperate with the inspectors from Shawandi Branch and bring a few GCO prison guards back for me to interrogate."

Now I'm not in a hurry and rush to this prison directly. I'll first find a few of the prison guards and feel the depths of this prison.

About an hour later.

Nissen returned and said: "We found three prison guards on leave from GCO Prison and have brought them to the interrogation room."

David immediately stood up and came to the door of an interrogation room on the second floor. After pushing the door open, he saw a man about 30 years old.

[Name: Valentine Carter. 】

[Occupation: Correctional officer at GCO Prison in Nevada. 】

[Income: monthly legal income of 4,500 US dollars, monthly illegal income of 8,100 US dollars. 】

[Income details: On December 7, he obtained $300 by blackmailing an inmate named George in the prison. On December 11, he facilitated a drug lord named Mike in the prison and made a profit of $500...]

【More details:……】

[Tax payable: US$810. 】

Through Goldfinger's inspection, David had a better understanding of this prison.

First of all, as previously stated by Saxton and the case file, there is indeed a large amount of illegal gains in this prison.

For example, this prison guard now earns more than 8,000 US dollars in remuneration every month just for squeezing the prisoners inside.

According to data, the GCO prison has hundreds of prison guards, and the taxes involved add up to hundreds of thousands.

And this is just the prison guards. As for the prison sergeants, administrative staff, deputy wardens, wardens, and GCO Nevada prison managers above the prison guards, their illegal gains will definitely be greater.

"Dai...David, Chief Tax Officer..."

The prison guard named Valentine had obviously known David through TV, newspapers, or other channels, so he was stunned when he saw his arrival.

"You know why we came to see you, right?"

"I know, I will pay the tax..."

Of course, Valentine knew how powerful David was. Even high-ranking officials in the city halls of Sparks and Henderson had fallen into his hands. How could he, a little prison guard, dare to be tough? Fight the scalp.

"It's good to know."

David didn't say any more nonsense. After turning around and going out, he walked into another interrogation room...

Twenty minutes later.

He used his golden fingers to examine all the three prison guards he brought back, and he had a rough grasp of the general situation of the GCO prison.

Then he immediately found Nissenbaki-Simons and three others and said to them: "Let's go to GCO prison now."

GCO Prison is located in the northeast corner of Sandy Bay, surrounded by desolate sand dunes.

The design of this prison is full of cold and strict style. The building is mainly gray in color. Tall watchtowers are scattered everywhere. The prison guards on the towers carry guns and are always vigilant for any abnormal movements around them.

At this moment, the arrival of a Volvo aroused the vigilance of the prison guards on the watchtower. They said on the intercom: "A vehicle has arrived, Beard, check who is coming."

The prison is located in a remote area, and today is not the day for prison visits, so the prison guards naturally need to be vigilant when seeing the arrival of vehicles.

At the prison gate below, several prison guards stationed there immediately cheered up after replying "Received".

A few minutes later, the moving vehicle stopped at the gate of the prison.

Seeing Nissen, Bucky, Simmons, and the other two people getting out of the car, the prison guards were just wary. But when they saw David, who got off last, many of their expressions suddenly changed.

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

Seeing Nissen showing his tax badge, several prison guards finally woke up. One of them cautiously replied: "Our warden went to Carson City for a meeting..."

Nissen looked at David, and David replied: "It's okay, then take us to 'visit' your prison first."

He needs to visit this prison before he can judge the overall tax situation of this prison.

Several prison guards looked at each other, and then one of them walked to the guard box and picked up the phone to inform.

At the same time, the prison's internal management staff office area.

Deputy Warden Andrew was doing business, but the next second a prison guard suddenly rushed in and made a trembling voice: "Sorry, Deputy Warden Andrew, David from the IRS is at our door." !”

Andrew looked dumbfounded when he heard this, and suddenly yelled: "What are you talking about, which tax chief David?"

"It's Chief David who led the armed forces into the Indian tribes and caused trouble in Sparks and Henderson. He also said he wanted to 'visit' our prison."

After being confirmed again, Andrew suddenly felt his blood pressure soar and his head became even more confused.

What does the IRS do?

is responsible for taxation.

And now they ostensibly came to visit the prison, but their purpose must be to check the accounts of their prison!

But the IRS just came, and it was such a ruthless person. How could he not panic?

"Deputy Warden, what should we do now?"

"Quickly, go to Area C and Area D to deal with those things, and warn those people not to talk nonsense to me!"

"yes."

The prison guard immediately ran out.

Andrew here immediately picked up the phone and called the warden who was having a meeting in Carson City.

Carson City, GCO Nevada branch, in a conference room.

"It's very good. Compared with the previous quarter, our GCO Nevada's revenue ratio this quarter has increased by 5 percentage points..."

"Kekeke..."

The head of GCO Nevada was telling the data to eight wardens across the state, but a knock on the door interrupted him. He frowned and said, "Come in."

The next second, a woman in her twenties pushed the door open and entered.

Seeing him come in, the face of a black man sitting among them darkened. He was none other than the warden of Rio City Prison, Maltz Atwood.

The woman who came in was his secretary.

The woman didn't care about other people's eyes, and quickly came to Maltz's ear and whispered a few words.

Maltz, who was still sullen at first, froze in place after hearing the words.

At this moment, GCO head Justin also saw something was wrong and immediately asked: "What's wrong, Warden Maltz?"

Only then did Maltz come back to his senses and said solemnly: "That Chief David from the Internal Revenue Service has come to my prison."

"What did you say!"

Hearing this, not only Justin, but also the rest of the wardens felt a turmoil in their hearts.

Even though the IRS is only in Maltz's prison, if there is really a problem, there will definitely be problems in other prisons as well.

"Damn it, don't they, the IRS, have no place to investigate? They want to do it on our heads!"

Justin couldn't help but curse.

He is the general person in charge of GCO in Nevada, and of course he knows all about the details of each prison. But if the IRS really finds out anything, he will definitely have to live with it.

Thinking of this, he quickly turned to look at Maltz and asked: "Warden Maltz, how is the situation in your prison? You won't be caught by them, right?"

"My deputy warden is already doing his best to deal with it, but if the general IRS comes, then we are confident that we can handle it, but you also know that David... is not that easy to deal with..."

Maltz's words made Justin feel restless.

yes.

It's okay for ordinary IRS officers, but David is not an ordinary IRS officer. This guy is in trouble wherever he goes.

And now that we're in their GCO prison, I'm afraid I'll have to shed my skin...

At a time when people like GCO are in a state of confusion.

At the Rio City Prison, David has already begun a 'visit' to the prison, accompanied by a prison sergeant named Pete.

"Captain David, this is Area A of our prison. It mainly houses prisoners who have committed petty thefts and have short sentences. There are about 1,500 people in total. They get up at 6 o'clock every day, and then at 6.30... In short, at the end of the day, Special working hours are absolutely in compliance with laws and regulations and will not exceed 6 hours."

Peter introduced it as he walked, and at the same time emphasized the issue of prisoner labor, as if he was afraid that David and others would make some fuss about it.

David looked at him and asked meaningfully: "It won't be more than 6 hours, are you sure?"

Being stared at and questioned by David, Peter felt panicked, but he still pretended to be calm and replied: "Of course you are sure, we are a prison, not an abuse center!"

This time David smiled and said nothing.

Through Goldfinger's inspection, he certainly knew that the Pete in front of him was telling lies. Not to mention the stipulated 6 hours, prisoners who had no money to pay protection fees were forced to work for 15 or 6 hours. A common thing.

"My hair, Chief David..."

"Tax Commissioner David, Wuhu..."

"..."

Arriving at the prisoner's holding area, suddenly, bursts of screams came from the cell, as if they were surprised that David appeared here.

David was also a little surprised. He didn't expect that his name would be spread to the prison, and many of these prisoners would recognize him.

"Tax Commissioner David, you did a great job bringing in those corrupt officials in Sparks and Henderson!"

"Tax Chief David, I want to report it. There are many people in this damn prison who are also evading taxes. I hope you can send them in to keep us company."

"Yes, especially that damn Pete..."

After the exclamation, many prisoners made accusations one after another, and even named Peter. This made Peter angry and panicked, and he immediately gave the guard guards a look.

Without saying a word, the prison guards immediately opened the cell door and walked in with batons in hand. Soon, bursts of screams could be heard inside.

Here, Pete explained with an embarrassed look: "These criminals are always dishonest and always want to retaliate against us law enforcement officers in various ways. It's impossible not to teach them a lesson..."

The implication of his words was actually to imply that these prisoners were talking nonsense and asked David not to listen easily.

David naturally understood it, but he wasn't going to make an attack just yet, so he ignored it.

Next, Peter took David to check around area A, but David discovered that the other party always avoided an area on the west side intentionally or unintentionally.

Finally, David stopped and pointed directly in the west direction and said: "Chief Pete, I want to go there and have a look."

Peter's expression froze, but in order not to reveal any flaws, he nodded and said, "Of course, Chief David, you can go wherever you want."

David didn't answer the question and went straight west, passing through the rest area, canteen, and library, and came to an iron gate.

"Chief Pitt, what is this place?"

"This... this is the area where the more aggressive and dishonest criminals are detained. To ensure your safety, Chief David, I think it's better not to go in."

"No, I want to go in and have a look."

Peter's face showed embarrassment again: "Don't embarrass me, Chief David, you are an important figure in the IRS. If something goes wrong in our prison, I can't explain it!"

"I told you, I want to go inside and take a look. Sheriff Pitt, in one sentence, do you want to open this door or not!"

Peter's face darkened, but after half a minute of ideological struggle, he finally did not dare to disobey David and took out his ID card and swiped it on the scanner.

"Ding……"

The next second, the gate slowly opened.

Nissen, Bucky, and Simmons also touched the guns at their waists. Although they didn't know if it was true as Peter said, whether this was an area where fierce criminals were held, it was always good to be careful.

But when the gate was completely opened, the scene that appeared inside stunned several people.

Unlike other areas of the cell outside, the walls, floor, and various areas inside are bright and clean. Looking up, not far away, there is a basketball court, table tennis, swimming pool, and even a drinking bar. .

Among them, those who were having fun everywhere were not wearing the uniforms of the prisoners outside, but were all wearing various casual clothes.

If someone who didn't know the outside situation came here, they would definitely think it was a leisure center, not a prison.

David looked at Pete: "Chief Pete, is this the place where you say the fierce prisoners are held?"

There was huge embarrassment on Peter's face, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

David ignored him and strode inside. Those who were entertaining at this time also saw his arrival and all stopped.

David observed with his golden finger and found that these people in casual clothes were all prisoners who were sent in.

As for why prisoners can act like nothing is wrong and be so cool in a place like a prison, it should be an operating model of the prison.

And the income generated by this operating model will definitely not be reported truthfully to the prison's accounts. It's no wonder that Pete didn't want him to come in just now.

Because as long as they come in and take a look, and then check carefully with the number on the prison newspaper, they can easily find out the clues.

After passing through the leisure area and arriving at the prisoner's cell, something happened that made David and others even more stunned.

I saw that the cells here were completely different from those where the prisoners lived outside.

The cells here are not only magnificently decorated, but also equipped with TVs, computers, soft beds, luxury toilets and other facilities.

What was outrageous was that they actually heard sounds that were inappropriate for children coming from a certain cell.

David turned to look at Pete: "Chief Pete, your GCO prison is not a prison. It is not an exaggeration to say it is a paradise on earth."

Peter was embarrassed again, but then explained: "In the regulations on private prisons, it is clearly stipulated that private prisons like our GOC have the right to make adjustments to some areas of the prison, and we have also reported this to the relevant departments Yes, it complies with regulations.”

"I don't know if it complies with relevant regulations, but are you sure it complies with the tax regulations of our IRS?"

"This...of course is also consistent. Regarding the income here, we also include it in the profit statistics; and then pay the tax amount in accordance with the regulations."

"Okay, then let me ask you, Chief Pete, how much does it cost for a prisoner to live in such a cell per day?"

"100 U.S. Dollars."

David smiled. A cell with such facilities and many services would cost at least 2 to 300 US dollars even outside.

What's more, it's a place like prison that eats people without spitting out their bones.

100 U.S. Dollars?

This makes him look like a fool!

David gave Nissen a wink, and Nissen understood it and immediately came to the cell where the banging banging had just been heard.

"Fake Squid, didn't you hear that I was doing something? Why are you making such a fuss? You bastards didn't pay me?"

Hearing the angry sounds coming from inside, Nissen lost his temper and kicked the door handle.

In order to prevent prisoners from escaping, the cells outside use specially made iron doors. The prisoners inside already have freedom within the area, so naturally they do not need to use those iron doors, just wooden doors.

So Nissen kicked the door with great force and force, and kicked the door open. While yelling and cursing came from inside, there was also a female scream.

"Chief David, what do you mean?"

"Nothing else, I just want to see what's going on. By the way, if you destroy your prison door, you can count it on me."

"That's not necessary. It's just something you can ask me to do, Chief Tax Officer David. There's no need to be so violent..."

David didn't speak anymore, but walked into the kicked-out cell and saw a man and a woman curled up on the big bed.

When the man saw Pete coming in, he was also dissatisfied and asked: "Prison Chief Pete, what is going on with you?"

Peter had a sullen face and had no intention of answering.

David walked up to him and asked, "What's your name?"

Looking at David's face, the man seemed to feel something familiar, but for a moment he didn't know where he had seen it before, and finally asked in confusion: "What do you want to do?"

"Our tax chief is asking you something, you just need to answer without talking nonsense!"

"Tax Commissioner...!"

After hearing Nissen's prompt, the man's expression suddenly changed. He finally remembered that the man in front of him was David, the tax chief of the IRS whom he had seen on TV!

This was a ruthless man who had armed himself into Indian tribes and cleaned up the city halls of two cities. Of course, he did not dare to neglect him anymore, so he could only reply truthfully: "My name is Boone."

"Okay Mr. Boone, what brought you in?"

"Illegal manipulation of the stock market..."

David nodded and continued to ask: "Then what I want to know is, how much do you need to pay every month in a cell like this?"

Boone was about to answer, but suddenly saw the warning look in Pete's eyes. After hesitating for a moment, he finally answered: "Not much, just 100 US dollars."

David has a reputation for being vicious.

But now he is in prison, and Pete can kill him at any time if he wants to, so of course he doesn't dare to offend Pete.

"$100? Are you sure?"

Boon did not dare to look directly into David's eyes and replied tremblingly: "I'm sure..."

"Mr. Boone, do you know what kind of person I dislike the most?"

"ah?"

Boone was frightened and frightened.

"Dishonest person!"

Boone was silent.

But David turned to look at Simmons and ordered: "Check Mr. Boone's account, see the financial situation since he was imprisoned, and see if there is any missing tax amount, oh yes... To make work easier, I think we should freeze it first!"

Upon hearing this, Boon became anxious instantly.

The main reason why he can still be so happy after being imprisoned is that there is a steady flow of money coming in from the outside. If the IRS freezes the funds in his account, how can he live in such a good place without the money? ah?

If he were thrown out of the ordinary cells outside, wouldn't he be skinned alive by those vicious criminals?

Thinking of this, he quickly shouted to stop: "Wait, wait!"

David turned to look at Boone and asked: "What's wrong, Mr. Boone, do you have anything to add?

Boone glanced at Pete first, and found that the other person's warning eyes were more severe, and he couldn't help but shrink his neck.

But when I thought about it, if David didn't cooperate, the IRS would freeze his account for three to five years or even longer, and he wouldn't have to live anymore.

But now if he offends Peter, he will only be punished by wearing a shoestring at most. As long as he has money in hand, he can live comfortably whether he is here or out.

Thinking of this, he made a decision in his mind and said, "I remembered wrongly just now. It costs 1,000 US dollars to live here for a day."

David had already guessed that it would definitely not be as simple as 100 US dollars, but when he heard that it would cost 1,000 US dollars to live here for a day, he still couldn't help but click his tongue.

Although I haven't counted how many cells there are yet, at a glance, there must be 50.

If a cell costs 1,000 a day, it would cost 30,000 a month and 360,000 a year. Adding 50 cells together, it would cost 18 million a year.

According to the data, the GCO prison has been under construction for 3 years, which is 48 million.

Even excluding the possible vacancy period and some consumption periods in the early stages of construction, 30 million is definitely available.

And this is just Area A of the prison. The prison also has four other BCDE areas. David is sure that these four areas will definitely have such special cell areas like Area A.

If we only count these special cells, the funds involved in the case would already be over 100 million.

And you must know that this is just the income from the prison cells alone, and other amounts generated by squeezing the labor of prisoners have not been taken into account.

If this was calculated uniformly, what kind of figure would it be?

Putting aside his excitement, David stood up and said to Pete: "Prison Chief Pete, didn't you just say that a cell only costs 100 US dollars?"

"Yes, a normal cell does cost 100 US dollars, but this one is more luxurious, so the price will be higher..."

Pete made a lame excuse.

David did not continue to ask any more questions, and walked out of the cell to continue checking.

Soon after, they conducted an inventory and confirmed that there were a total of 55 such cells in Area A.

David, who had tasted the sweetness, asked Peter to continue taking him to Area B for a walk. Although Peter was dissatisfied, he finally had to do it.

Prison management office area.

After receiving the news that David had finished exploring the special area of ​​Area A and was currently rushing to Area B, Andrew looked worried. In the end, he could only pick up the phone and pass the news to Carson City. Maltz's ears.

Carson City.

After receiving the news, Maltz immediately told Justin and others: "I just received the news from the prison. He went to our special cell to check."

"What's going on Maltz, how could you let him go to a special cell!"

"Yeah, it's rumored that David has eagle eyes. He can see any clues of tax evasion. This got him in there, and he might have caused problems."

"Although from a legal perspective, the special cell is legal, this David is not an ordinary person. Even if it is legal, it is not easy to deal with him."

Again, if David found out about tax evasion in Rio City's prison, then their other prisons in Nevada would definitely be implicated as well.

That's why the wardens at this time were so anxious after hearing that David had gone to the special cell to check.

"Do you think our prison wants him to go in for inspection? That's what he insisted on. Do you think my people really dare to stop him?"

As soon as Maltz said these words, all the wardens at the scene were speechless, but they understood the approach of the Rio City Prison.

After all, didn't the Indian tribe refuse to cooperate with David in investigating the case? As a result, David went in armed.

Who dares to stop him from handling the case now?

If this doesn't go well, it will be their GCO prison that will make the headlines tomorrow.

"You don't have to worry too much, just let him investigate. Anyway, as long as the special prison's affairs are not exposed to the media, nothing will happen."

"And the IRS is not going to go talk to the media about it."

"In addition, we also calculated the profits from these prison taxes through accounting; and then paid the tax amount to the Internal Revenue Service. I believe that no matter how powerful David is, it will be difficult to find out anything!"

Justin's words relaxed the heartstrings of the wardens present a little.

yes.

Although these special cells have tax issues, GCO is a big company after all, and every prison has professionals who have done the accounting.

David may not be able to really find out anything, but there is no need to worry now.

Rio City, GCO prison.

David's guess was correct. Area B also had special cells like Area A.

After checking the special cell area in Area B, Peter said directly: "Okay Chief David, let me tell you straight, there are also special cells in several other areas, and they are all the same. So...there is no need to check them one by one."

David turned to look at him: "Why, Chief Pete, don't you want me to continue reading?"

"This is not..."

"Then take us to Area C to see!"

David must check all areas to ensure a rough amount. Otherwise, even if he gets hold of the warden and other senior officials here, these people can also falsely report an amount to him. .

Area B is not far from Area C, and soon a group of people arrived here.

However, when he arrived here, David discovered that although the prisoners were having fun, they were all lazy and in a daze. Some even fell asleep lying in various areas. In short, they were mentally different from the prisoners in the previous two areas. Clearly get the difference.

"The special labor in our prison is divided into regions. At present, it is the turn of Area C and Area D, so they will be relatively tired."

Peter explained quickly.

David replied: "You said before, how many hours will the special labor in the prison be carried out?"

"According to regulations, the maximum time limit is 6 hours per day."

"If it was 6 hours, they wouldn't be so exhausted, right?"

David's face was full of doubts.

He felt that these prisoners might have been stepping on sewing machines a second ago, and they were only turned down urgently because of his arrival.