United states tax collector

"Fine……"

Yutaro Ono did not dare to say anything, so he got into the Volvo obediently, and then began to give directions to the two of them.

Under his guidance, after a twenty-minute drive, the three of them arrived at the door of a car repair shop in the old city.

The signboard at the entrance of the factory is already slightly rusty, with the words "Island Automobile Repair Shop City" written on it.

Five of them are equipped with neon lights, which appear red in the night, and the other two are in a dim state because of the aging of the circuit or some other reason.

In the factory area, several old cars are parked quietly on the repair bench, and some workers are busy repairing them. The air is filled with the special smell of paint and engine oil, which is very pungent.

"Yongtaro, what's going on with you?"

Seeing the three people walking in and squatting in front of a car with the hood open, the oily island man stood up and looked at David and Nissen with wary eyes.

At this time, the rest of the people in the repair shop also stopped and looked at Yutaro Ono, who had a bruised nose and face, and then at Nissen and David. The atmosphere suddenly seemed a little solid.

Many workers have even secretly grabbed wrenches, crowbars and other tools.

"Don't be nervous, everyone. These two are colleagues of Sheriff Smith. They are here to meet our boss!"

Up to now, Yutaro Ono still does not know the identities of Nissen and David, and thought they were policemen.

After hearing this, the atmosphere at the scene finally eased a bit, but many people still looked at the two people with doubts and unkind eyes.

"Inoue, go inform the boss!"

Since they were Smith's colleagues, they were naturally the police. Of course, these people did not dare to act rashly and could only ask their boss to come forward to see what the other party wanted to talk about.

Seven or eight minutes later.

At the stairs of the repair shop, an Asian man in his early thirties with a short haircut came down.

His steps were steady and powerful, and he exuded a restrained and gloomy temperament. He was wearing a neat kimono with a slightly open collar, revealing a wolf head tattoo.

On his left hand was a sexy woman wearing a tight leather jacket with bangs, and on the right was Ota Nakamura whom David had seen before.

"Yongtaro, what's going on with you?"

Seeing Yutaro Ono's appearance, Nakamura Ohta was stunned.

Didn’t you agree to meet me?

Why were you beaten into a pig's head?

Yutaro Ono didn't explain too much, he just made a tearless expression, and finally turned his attention to the man in kimono for help.

[Name: Miyano Masaki. 】

[Occupation: Leader of the car theft gang. 】

[Monthly income: US$276,000. 】

[Income details: On December 3, he made a profit of US$30,000 through an Aston Martin he stole. On December 5, he made a profit of US$20,000 through a Maybach he stole. On December 9, he made a profit of US$20,000 through his people. Stolen Lamborghini netted $70,000. 】

【More details……】

[Tax payable: US$76,440. 】

When David was reviewing the other party's information, Miyano Maju also winked at a subordinate at the door. The subordinate immediately took out a button and pressed it, and saw the iron gate of the gate slowly lowered.

This situation made Nissen feel a little bad. While reaching for the gun on his waist, he also looked at David.

But at this time, David still remained calm.

First of all, they now have two guns at their disposal, and the opponent currently has no hot weapons. Even if they do fight, they may not be defeated for a while.

Secondly, this Miyano maju knows how to establish a good relationship with the police station, and he is obviously a relatively clear-headed person.

Knowing that they are law enforcement agencies, it is unlikely that they would dare to do such a stupid thing of killing people and silencing them.

The reason for doing this is probably to give them a blow, so that they can have some psychological advantage during the negotiations later.

"Two police officers, don't be nervous. People in our profession are not exposed to the light after all. To prevent the walls from having ears, it's better to be careful!"

Miyano Masaki looked relieved and said in a hoarse tone.

David patted his head and pretended to just remember and said, "Oh, by the way, Mr. Miyano, I want to correct you, we are not the police!"

"Aren't you the police?"

Miyano Masaki's expression suddenly turned cold, while Nakamura Ohta, Ono Yutaro and others also looked at David with surprised eyes at first, and then gradually turned cold.

David took out his tax badge and said to everyone: "To be precise, we are the inspectors of the Lake District of the IRS!"

"IRS? Damn it, I thought you were a policeman. Why are you, IRS, so crazy? It's none of your business if I steal a car. Why are you following me like a dog!"

Yutaro Ono is a car thief. How does he know about the black tax bill?

At this time, he felt that he had been tricked and beaten so hard that his lungs were about to explode, and he kept yelling and cursing.

But before he could finish scolding, he felt a sharp pain in his cheek the next second, and then he fell to the ground. When he came to his senses, he endured the severe pain and spit out two teeth.

David, who was standing aside, retracted his fist and wiped it.

"Baga, you bastard, you dare to do something!"

"Brothers copy the guys, kill them for us!"

"..."

No one expected that in their territory and in front of so many of them, David would dare to hit someone. He was so arrogant!

Suddenly, islanders from all directions gathered around with wrenches, crowbars and other tools.

See it.

Nissen didn't care anymore, he took out his gun and pointed it at everyone, warning: "I'm warning you, if you take another step forward, I will shoot!"

"If you have the guts, shoot! Let's see how many bullets you have!"

Although Nissen's gun scared many people, some gangsters still slowly gathered around.

"Stop it all!"

Just when the atmosphere was on the verge of breaking out, Miyano Masaki's shout stopped everyone. He stared at David and said, "We don't seem to have any issues with your IRS, why bother with us?"

David looked him straight in the eye and said, "It's true that we, the IRS, have nothing to do with you, but we can't disobey public orders."

"Is it hard to disobey public orders?"

Miyano is a bit incomprehensible.

"The specific thing is this. On the 3rd of last month, our American Congress passed a bill called the 'Black Tax' bill..."

Under David's explanation one by one, Miyano Masaki and others finally understood some of the situation, but at the same time they also showed stunned expressions.

Brothers, please invest. If you have a monthly ticket, vote for it. Thank you.