Chapter 3: Stop pretending
The three of them passed through the casino hall, walked into the internal passage, and came to a black iron door.
The lobby manager opened a cover on the armrest of the iron door and entered the password inside. The next second, the door opened with a snap.
But the scene that appeared next made Nissen and David feel dumbfounded.
What caught my eye was a large number of U.S. dollars, which were neatly stacked on tables and shelves.
Although David and Nissen don’t know the exact number, it is estimated to be in the tens of millions.
The casino is truly a gold-splitting cave!
"Anthony, come here!"
Hearing the lobby manager's call, a slightly short man stopped his counting work and turned his head to look at the door.
The moment he saw Nissen and David, a trace of caution flashed in his eyes.
Judging from the posture and temperament of the two people, he had already judged that they were definitely people affiliated with law enforcement agencies.
Could it be...FBI?
[Name: Anthony Taylor. 】
[Occupation: Enkar Casino treasury staff. 】
【Monthly income: 10,000 US dollars. 】
[Monthly gray income: US$300,000. 】
[Details of gray income: On December 26, together with Paul Wolfe, Holt Douglas, and Warren Doyle, they robbed Enkar’s deposit car, totaling 1 million, and received 30 Thousands of dollars of knives. ]
[Specific details...]
[Tax payable: US$188,000. 】
“It turns out to be the mole...”
Looking at the information that appeared on Anthony's head, David was slightly surprised, but he was soon relieved.
The route of the Enkar Casino deposit car is not fixed every day, and there is no fixed departure time.
Unless the insider leaked the inside and outside, how could the group of robbers succeed so easily.
But I have to say that this Anthony is really capable, and he was able to clear away suspicion in front of the casino and the police.
"Manager David, these two are..."
While thinking, Anthony had already walked over, pretending to be calm and looking at Nissen and David.
"My name is Nissen, an inspector from the Lake District Branch of the IRS. This is my partner David!"
"IRS!?"
Anthony was surprised at first , then relaxed, and by the end became confused again.
He thought just now that his suspicion had not been cleared yet and the FBI had sent someone over to investigate again.
But I didn’t expect it to be from the IRS.
This moment made him feel a little confused.
"Mr. Anthony, can you take a moment to speak?"
"Of course!"
The three of them arrived at a lounge one after another.
Anthony took the lead and asked: "Two inspectors, how can I help you?"
"That's it, we want to come to Mr. Anthony to find out about the robbery of the deposit car 7 days ago. Case!"
"The robbery of the escort vehicle!"
Anthony was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "I have already explained the details to the police station, oh. By the way, with all due respect, this kind of thing shouldn’t be under the control of the IRS, right?”
“The robbery has nothing to do with us, but the amount of the robbery is related to us!”
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This time it was David who spoke out. Now that we know this guy is a mole.
The tax revenue of nearly 400,000 yuan, he is determined to get it!
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Anthony looked at David, still confused.
"Perhaps Mr. Anthony doesn't pay much attention to the news. A month ago, our Congress passed a 'black tax bill'. This bill stipulates that from now on, whether it is drug trafficking, smuggling, prostitution, or now robbery, all You have to pay the full amount of tax to our IRS..."
After hearing David's explanation, Anthony was a little dumbfounded.
He doesn’t pay much attention to current affairs, and he is not very aware that Congress passed such a bill.
However, you said that if you are in a serious business and want to pay taxes to the IRS, this is normal.
Can drug trafficking, smuggling, prostitution and robbery have to pay taxes to the IRS?
This is a bit too outrageous!
"Do you hear that clearly, Mr. Anthony!"
Anthony put away his emotions and pretended to be innocent and replied: "It's clear, but Mr. Inspectors, if you want to collect this You should go find the robbers, right?”
“Mr. Anthony, I didn’t say I wouldn’t go to the robbers, why are you so nervous?”
Nissen narrowed his eyes. He looked at Anthony with some deep meaning.
"Okay, what do you want to ask?"
"You should know Sofia Nella and Jill Nella, right?"
Hearing these two names, Anthony's An undetectable change flashed in his eyes, and then he pretended to be calm and replied: "Sofia is my ex-wife, and Jill is my brother-in-law. What's wrong?"
Nissen took it from the inside of the suit. He issued a document and said: "We have checked. The two sisters lost a lot of money in the futures market a month ago. Did you know?"
"Yes!"
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Anthony looked a little surprised, and then calmly replied: "Mr. Inspector, you also know that she is my ex-wife. We have a bad relationship. I really don't know about this!"
"We also found out that you Of the money owed by his ex-wife and brother-in-law, 200,000 came from loan sharks, which means they need money very much!”
Although Nissen did not name him directly, his meaning was already obvious.
That's you Anthony, you definitely have the motive to commit the crime!
"Mr. Inspector, what do you mean, do you suspect that I was involved in this robbery?"
"You have to know that the police department has proven my innocence. Although your Internal Revenue Service has great power, you cannot slander a legal citizen casually!"
Anthony became excited and kept asking for help. Defend yourself.
"Mr. Anthony, believe me, our IRS is not a bunch of trash like the police department. We have our own authority, system, and means, and we can find more things than you think!"
"You can either tell the truth, or I can guarantee that you will never be able to spend a cent of your 1 million!"
When it came to his promotion, Nissen also became ruthless.
"I don't understand or know what an honest confession is. I only know that I am innocent!"
"Innocent, are you sure!"
Still quarreling. The two of them set their sights on David at the same time.
"If you don't want to talk, then I think I can talk to Paul Wolfe, Holt Douglas, and Warren Doyle. What do you think?"
Hearing this, Anthony's expression suddenly changed.
Nissen on the side, although he didn't know who these people were, obviously saw the change in Anthony, and then looked at David suspiciously.
“Paul Wolfe, Holt, I don’t know him!”
“Mr. Anthony, Paul Wolfe is a frequent visitor to your casino, and you have introduced him to him. How could you not know the loan shark?"
David smiled lightly and continued: "As for Holt, the drug addict from the slums of the old city, Warren, the gang member from the 10th neighborhood..."
Of course, this information was not made up by him out of thin air, but was clearly recorded on the panel on the golden finger.
(End of this chapter)