American Tax Officer

On this side, the inspectors—equipped with night-vision goggles and holding infrared rifles—also closed in on the three vehicles, gradually taking control of the six people inside.

The lead inspector immediately reported through the headset, "We have them under control, it\'s safe now!"

Upon hearing these words, David and Keanu at the mouth of the valley quickly walked up.

The distance was just tens of meters, and they soon arrived at the scene.

By then, the driver and three companions had been taken down from the truck and were standing off to the side with their hands on their heads.

Seeing that it was David who came over, the color drained from a few faces, evidently recognizing him.

But David didn\'t pay them any mind; instead, he went straight to the back of the first truck, and then said to the six people, "Come over and open it up!"

At those words, Curly started to look troubled.

"What, do I have to do it myself?"

"No, no... I\'ll open it, I\'ll open it!"

Curly dared not delay any longer and immediately walked over, took out the keys from his pocket, unlocked the lock, and then pulled open the two doors.

In an instant, a strong odor wafted out, causing David and the others to instinctively cover their noses.

Then, looking intently inside, they saw wooden crates stacked within.

"Open it up!"

Two inspectors immediately slung their rifles and jumped into the truck, lifting a crate down, and then flipped open its lid.

Inside the crate, a pair of spotless ivory tusks lay.

Afterward, they inspected each crate one by one, along with the cargo in the other two trucks, all of which were extremely valuable contraband.

Such as antelope horns, bear bile, musk, rhinoceros horns, and so on.

"Hahaha, this haul is massive!"

Keanu couldn\'t stop laughing.

Although they didn\'t know the exact price of the contraband in these three trucks, Keanu estimated roughly based on market value—it was definitely worth 20 million US dollars!

20 million, meaning, in terms of tax revenue, that\'s almost 8 million US dollars in taxes!

But it\'s worth noting, this was just one transaction from the smuggling ring.

And the big shots behind them had yet to surface!

If they could drag out those big wigs and have them pay the taxes on their previous illegal income, what kind of number would that be?

It would certainly be an astronomical sum!

At this moment, Keanu once again felt lucky for the choice he\'d made back then.

Thank goodness, when they found David, they\'d firmly chosen to split the profit with him 46, otherwise, if they had picked the other option David offered, they would have missed out big time!

"Alright, Inspector Keanu, let\'s get the goods back first. I\'m about to freeze to death in these wild mountains and forests!"

Hearing David\'s words, Keanu snapped out of his euphoria, nodding and saying, "Right, Perx, Chino, Aspas, the three of you drive these trucks back to the Lake District Sub-Bureau."

The moment they heard their goods were to be seized, the six men became anxious.

Curly, in particular, plucked up the courage to approach and said, "Director David, you can\'t hold these goods, otherwise I won\'t be able to explain when I return!"

"When you get back, find your bosses and tell them, if they want the goods, come talk to me tomorrow at the Lake District Sub-Bureau."

"But..."

Before Curly could say anything more, David had already turned around and headed toward the vehicles at the valley entrance; Curly could only sigh helplessly.

On the way back, the three trucks loaded with contraband were driven by the Tax Bureau inspectors, and for Curly and the other five, David arranged a service vehicle.

When they got back to the Lake District Sub-Bureau, it was already past 4 a.m.

As they were waiting for the higher-ups of the smuggling ring to come and talk, the three trucks were detained here.

After Keanu and his colleagues gave a brief briefing, they all returned to their homes.

...

Meanwhile.

In the central district downtown, at the Migaomei Grand Hotel, the presidential suite on the top floor was brightly lit.

And in the suite\'s salon, a man with a hooked nose wearing a bathrobe had a somber expression as he paced back and forth, deep in thought.

About ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

Subsequently, a burly bouncer in a suit opened the door, and an Asian man with a ponytail walked in, accompanied by Curly who had returned from Redwood Valley.

"Mr. Gunter, as I mentioned on the phone, the goods have been seized by the Tax Bureau, and it was Director David himself who took them!"

"David?"

The man in the bathrobe, known as Gunter, was slightly startled upon hearing the name.

Then his expression returned to one of grim contemplation as he demanded, "What exactly happened?"

This time, the man with the ponytail didn\'t say more but looked toward Curly.

Curly\'s lips trembled visibly, clearly nervous, but he still managed to say, "Mr. Gunter, our trip was very smooth, but just as we were about to reach the exit of Redwood Valley, the Tax Bureau people suddenly came out fully armed. We couldn\'t resist at all, so..."

Gunter stood up, walked over to Curly, and said expressionlessly, "Turn around."