United states tax collector

"Don't worry, their bones won't be harder than yours, they will do it!"

Hearing these slightly meaningful words, Andrew was stunned for a moment, then suddenly reacted and looked at Bucky and Simmons behind David.

Sure enough, they also had several portfolios in their hands.

Could it be...

Is this something his other colleagues are using as leverage?

It should be!

Since David can collect information about him, he can naturally collect information about his other colleagues as well.

Thinking of this, Andrew sighed helplessly, then turned back towards the warden's office.

In the warden's office, Maltz and the managers of each district were still waiting anxiously. After seeing Andrew walk in, the person in charge of District A immediately asked: "How's it going, Deputy Warden Andrew?"

After saying this, everyone had a premonition that something was not going to happen when they looked at Andrew who looked dejected.

The other party's next words also confirmed their guess.

"Warden, I'm in trouble..."

As soon as Andrew said these words, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly solidified.

After a while, Maltz asked in a deep voice: "Speak clearly, what does it mean to be defeated?"

"He doesn't know when he started investigating me, and he doesn't know what method he used. In short, all my various violations and the details of my illegal income were investigated..."

"What the hell did you say!"

Maltz looked shocked, and the others were not much better, all looking like they couldn't believe it.

Now they finally realized that the harsh words David dropped after he left yesterday did not seem to be meant to scare them!

The scene was silent for a long time before Maltz came back to his senses and asked with a sullen face: "In other words, he only found out your violations and various illegal income details. He didn't check the accounts of our prison. arrive?"

"This doesn't seem to be the case..."

After hearing this, Maltz and others finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This can be considered a blessing in misfortune.

"But...he asked us to hand over the accounts, otherwise..."

Andrew's hesitant words made everyone grimace.

After thinking for a while, Maltz said in a deep voice: "Andrew, you also know what kind of company our GCO is. If the real accounts are handed over to the IRS, it will be catastrophic, and those executives will definitely be furious. Yes, when the time comes... I'm afraid it will be difficult to be kind. Well, why don't you carry it yourself? This can be regarded as preserving the glory and wealth of your family, and we will also remember you."

"Yes, Deputy Warden Andrew, if we hand over the accounts, it will be a serious blow not only to the entire GCO prison in Nevada, but also to all prison systems across the country. The consequences will not be borne by you and us. It’s worth it.”

"I think Warden Maltz is right. Deputy Warden Andrew, even if you don't think about us, you still have to think about your family..."

"..."

When it comes to their own future and destiny, people like Maltz don't care about the relationship between colleagues. In order to make Andrew submit, many people even threatened his family members openly or covertly.

At this time, Andrew felt extremely sad after hearing everyone's words that seemed to be thinking about themselves, but in fact they were all thinking about protecting themselves.

He sneered and said slowly: "I can carry it, but I just don't know if you can carry it."

After hearing the first half of the sentence, everyone was a little happy, but the second half of the sentence made them completely confused.

Maltz couldn't help but ask: "Deputy Warden Andrew, what do you mean?"

"Do you think that David only has something for me?"

"What does this mean?"

"Haha, he also has your handle!"

"What!"

Everyone was even more shocked than when they heard Andrew say that he had given a ride.

Then David not only collected the clues about Andrew, but also collected the clues about them?

How can this be……

"No Andrew, there's absolutely no way this is true, there's absolutely no way..."

Andrew looked at him and replied in a sarcastic tone: "Well, since David can collect my clues, why is it so difficult to collect yours? How could you not do it? Do you think you can be much cleaner than me?" ?”

We are all colleagues in this prison, so it is a tacit understanding that our hands and feet are not clean.

"this……"

At this time, both the heads of the districts and Warden Maltz looked solemn and speechless.

Seeing these people look like this, Andrew felt relieved and let out a long breath.

Didn't these people let themselves be carried just now?

Now, as soon as they heard that David had their own handle, they all acted like cowards?

At this moment, Maltz suddenly stood up and walked out the door.

And seeing him leaving, everyone didn't dare to think anymore and followed him one after another.

Office lobby.

"Tax Commissioner, Maltz is here."

David, who was sitting in the rest area waiting, turned his head after hearing Nissen's reminder. Sure enough, a group of people came out of the passage.

The person leading the charge was none other than Warden Maltz who appeared in the file photo.

Soon, the two parties met each other, and Maltz said with a smile: "Sorry, Chief Tax Officer David, I have something to deal with just now, so I can't come to see you now."

"It's okay, Warden Maltz, you have everything on your plate, so I don't think you need to worry about such a 'little thing'."

Maltz was speechless for a while. This damn thing was about to overthrow their entire prison. Can it be called a trivial matter?

Although he was thinking this, he replied with a normal expression: "Chief David, I heard that you and our Deputy Warden Andrew had a little misunderstanding. I think we can do this." Peacefully 'resolved."

David shook his finger and said: "This is no small misunderstanding. Let me tell you straight, Warden Maltz. I don't want to embarrass you. As long as you pay the taxes you should pay, give me another share." The real account books of your prison, then I will turn around and leave!”

Maltz, who had a normal expression at first, suddenly turned gloomy after hearing these words.

He came to David personally in order to turn this matter into a minor matter.

But David is still asking him to call the account book. Doesn’t that mean he is going to die?

Thinking of this, he suppressed the anger in his heart and replied: "Chief David, let me tell you straight. The total amount of black tax generated by the management staff of our prison is no longer a huge amount." It’s a small amount, and we are willing to hand it over to you truthfully. I hope you can show your respect for once!”

"You are so arrogant? Who do you think you are!"

Before David could reply, Nissen stood up directly and scolded him mercilessly.

Even high-ranking officials in the city halls of Sparks and Henderson, as well as state supremo such as Stevenson, were taken over by them.

Now a mere warden dares to let them show their favor?

It’s a joke within a joke!

"I'm sorry, Warden Maltz. My brothers all do rough work and may have bad tempers. I'll wait for him to apologize to you..."

David was apologizing on the surface, but there was no hint of apology on his expression.

In fact, this is what Neeson wanted to say.

It's just that at his current status, such words are not suitable for him to say.

As the warden of GCO's largest prison in Nevada, Maltz was considered a figure. Being scolded by a little inspector like Nissen almost made him go berserk.

But as the saying goes, beating a dog depends on the owner.

After all, this was David's subordinate, and David said two words of apology again. He had to suppress his anger and replied: "I still said what I said to Chief David, you can ask us to pay taxes, but if we hand over account books, This is killing us and hoping to give us a way to survive."

"Sorry, Warden Maltz, I can't do this. Of course, you can choose not to hand it over, but I have to remind you first that the account books belong to GCO Company, and you belong to you!"

After saying that, David made a gesture to the three people behind him, Nissenbaki Simons, and the three people immediately stepped forward and handed the file bags in their hands to the heads of several areas of the prison.

There were no ink marks on these persons in charge, so they immediately opened it and checked it, but their faces soon became ugly.

Just as Andrew told them, David also collected their clues.

"I know this matter is of great importance to you, so I am not an unkind person. I will give you half a day to think about it. You must give me an answer before 5 o'clock this afternoon!"

After leaving these words, David took Nissenbaki and others and left cleanly.

At this time, Maltz's eyes were lifeless and his face was ashen.

Although he did not receive the file bag like others, he knew very well that since David could collect information on Andrew and his other men, it would be even easier to collect information on him, the warden.

The reason why David didn't do this was probably to leave him some dignity and let him make the 'right' choice.

"Warden, what should we do."

"Warden, David's ruthless methods are obvious to all. If we don't do what he asks, none of us will be able to escape!"

"Warden..."

A group of prison administrators began to panic.

Senior officials in Henderson and Sparks ended up serving thousands of years in prison just because they offended David.

Naturally, they don't want to follow in this footsteps.

Maltz ignored everyone's panic words, but quickly returned to his office, picked up the phone and dialed a number: "Mr. Justin, things are a little bad..."

Carson City, GCO branch, Justin's face looked extremely ugly when he hung up the phone.

When Maltz was having a meeting here yesterday, he knew that David had gone to their prison in Rio City.

But he never dreamed that in just one day, the entire GCO prison would face such a disaster.

And if GCO encountered such a disaster in the largest prison in Nevada, he, as the person in charge here, is naturally to blame.

Thinking of this, he quickly called his assistant and ordered: "Prepare the car and go to the FBI office."

Half an hour later, the FBI office.

"Mr. Gavin, Mr. Justin, the head of GCO Nevada, said he wants to see you."

In the office, Gavin was startled when he heard the reminder, and then replied: "Then let him come."

A few minutes later, Justin pushed the door open and said, "How are you, Mr. Gavin? How are you doing lately?"

"I can't say whether it's good or not, just like that. Oh, by the way, Justin, why did you come to see me today?"

"That's right, Gavin, you must have heard of David from the IRS, right?"

Because public prisons have insufficient resources, many prisoners arrested by the FBI will be sent to private prisons such as GCO for processing, so the relationship between the two parties can be regarded as a partnership.

In Justin's opinion, they definitely couldn't settle this matter, so they wanted to ask the FBI to come forward to see if they could mediate.

After all, the FBI and the IRS are both law enforcement agencies in the United States, so I guess there will be some face-saving between the two parties.

Hearing the word David, Gavin's face, which had been relatively relaxed, suddenly tightened, but then he pretended to be nonchalant and asked, "Of course I've heard of it, what's the matter?"

"The thing is like this..."

Justin told David that he was eyeing their prison, but he did not say clearly that David had the handle on the managers of their prison.

After listening to these words, Gavin finally understood the reason for the matter and why Justin came to him today.

It turned out that I wanted him to act as a middleman!

However, let alone the GCO prison, the FBI is now under David's thumb. How dare he act as a lobbyist or middleman?

And he knew best who David was and what his character was.

Impeding his tax work is not asking for death.

Thinking of this, Gavin could only refuse: "Sorry Justin, I think I can't help you with this matter."

Upon hearing this, Justin was stunned on the spot.

Their GCO prison and the FBI are partners, and in order to make each prison reach its prisoner capacity, he also sends money and gifts to Gavin every now and then.

Originally, he thought that although it would be a bit troublesome to deal with the IRS, the busy Gaiwen would not refuse, but he did not expect that not only would he refuse, but he would refuse so simply!

Justin was a little angry and said with a slightly dissatisfied tone: "Gavin, let me tell you the truth, this David wants the internal account books of our prison. If this account book falls into his hands, we will have a big problem." Trouble, you have to help me no matter what. As long as you help me settle the matter, I can double your share in the future."

Gavin shook his head and replied: "Sorry Justin, it's not that I don't want to help, it's really that I can't help."

Seeing that the other party still refused, Justin was completely angry. He said: "Gavin, you should know that if he gets the account books, the senior management of our company will definitely be angry, and you will also be in trouble by then. !”

"Stop fucking using your senior officials to suppress me. If I say I can't control it, I can't control it. Whoever wants to control it can do it!"

Gavin also took action.

It is true that if he angers the top management of GCO, he will be in some trouble, but if he angers David, he will immediately be laid off and laid off, or he may even be disgraced and sent to jail.

Which one is more important, why can't he choose?

"Okay, okay, okay Gavin, I'll remember this!"

Justin looked ferocious, said three good words in a row, finally stood up and wanted to leave.

But just as he opened the door, another voice came from Gavin behind him.

"Justin, let me tell you something about this, you'd better do what he said, otherwise, you'll end up in a bad way."

The main reason why Gavin reminded him was that he was afraid that if things really got serious, it would affect their FBI.

After all, the FBI arrests so many prisoners every day. Without these private prisons, it would be impossible to house them.

Justin, who was still looking ferocious at first, softened slightly after hearing these words, because he heard that Gavin's words seemed to contain some mystery.

Some time ago, it was said that the FBI and the IRS had some conflicts.

Is this the reason why Gavin is unwilling to help now?

After thinking for a while, he couldn't figure it out, but he didn't have time to think about it any more, because according to the news from the prison, David only gave him a deadline of five o'clock this afternoon.

He quickly went downstairs and got into his car, and said to his assistant, the driver, "Go to the state government."

After arriving at the state government, Justin immediately went straight to the state attorney general's office.

Like the FBI, GCO also cooperates with state inspection and judicial departments, so after he couldn't reach an agreement with Gavin, he had no choice but to find officials like the state attorney general to see if they could mediate with the IRS. .

But half an hour later, he walked out of the state attorney general's office dejectedly. In the end, he punched the wall three times and continued to curse.

Like Gavin before him, the state attorney general refused to mediate, no matter what he said and promised various benefits.

While this made him angry, it was also a bit difficult to understand.

Yes, the IRS is very powerful, and David is also feared, but it’s not so much that the FBI boss and attorney general of a state are intimidated, right?

Of course, this is also because Justin does not know the inside story of the new governor Lowry taking office and what happened before the FBI, otherwise he would not be so confused.

Time passed little by little, and it was four o'clock in the afternoon.

In the GCO prison in Rio City, in the warden's office, Maltz, Andrew, and the heads of each district were all waiting for news.

But as the five o'clock deadline got closer and closer, their minds became more and more restless.

Finally, the person in charge of Area B of the prison could no longer remain angry. He said, "It's already this time, and there's still no news from Justin. It seems like this matter can't be settled. I think we should You should make plans early..."

As soon as these words came out, several people in other districts, including Andrew, became restless.

There are only two choices before them now.

1. Hand over the prison’s internal accounting books.

But this will definitely arouse the wrath of senior executives at the company headquarters. Not only will they no longer be able to serve as prison managers, they may also face retaliation from the company.

2. If you don’t hand over your account books, you’ll have to fight with David and the IRS.

But in this case, they will definitely be arrested by the IRS, and they may even be sent to court tomorrow, their property frozen, sentenced to death and thrown into prison, leaving them with nothing.

And if they had to make a choice, almost everyone present would rather choose 1 than 2.

The reason is simple. They have made enough money over the years. Even if they no longer serve as prison managers, plus paying taxes on illegal income to the Internal Revenue Service, it will be enough to spend the rest of their lives.

Even if there will be retaliation from the GCO company, you can't just steal all their money and then kill them all, right?

But if you choose 2, not only will the money earned be punished several times by the IRS, it may even be confiscated directly, and you will have to go to jail for the rest of your life.

These two choices, everyone present is not a fool, so why don't they weigh the pros and cons.

"Warden, the worst we can do... the worst we can do is quit. There is no need to fight with the IRS and David."

"Yes, Warden, the company belongs to their senior executives, but the money and freedom are our own, we can't bear the burden for them..."

"..."

It was impossible for Maltz not to waver in the face of the verbal attack.

But at this moment, the phone rang, and he could only answer it: "This is Maltz."

"Malts, please don't be impulsive. I'm trying to figure out a solution. I'll try to delay it for a while. Don't really compromise..."

It was Justin's voice that came from the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Justin, the deadline he gave was 5 o'clock, and it's almost 5 o'clock now. I don't know how to delay it..."

"Think of a way Maltz, if you hand us over we will be doomed..."

"Mr. Maltz, if I don't hand it over, we will be even more ruined!"

"But……"

"Stop talking about it, Mr. Justin, those who understand current affairs are heroes. No matter you or us, there is no need to be a scapegoat for the company!"

"This... alas..."

Justin on the other end of the phone sighed helplessly, and finally hung up the phone.

"Go and tally up the accounts of each of your districts!"

Here, Maltz made a decision on his own accord.

After hearing his words, Andrew and the heads of each district breathed a sigh of relief and left quickly.

Shawan Tei Branch.

"You said, they wouldn't really dare to refuse to pay, right?"

"I don't believe they are really that loyal to GCO and are even willing to be scapegoats for them."

"I don't believe it either. GCO doesn't belong to them, but any normal person would choose to protect themselves."

As the time approached 5 o'clock, the three Simons, Buckinissen and others in the temporary office were also discussing continuously.

At this moment, the landline phone on the table rang. David picked it up and said, "I'm David."

"Chief David, Deputy Warden Andrew from GCO Prison said he wants to see you."

"Then bring him to my office!"

David had a smile on his face. Did he finally give in?

But this is to be expected.