American Tax Officer

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"Yes, I agree too."

"..."

The words of this elder were instantly endorsed by many people present.

But Tewin couldn't stand it any longer and stood up to refute, "Hand Dieter over to them? Do you know that the Tax Bureau has its own courts, lawyers, judges? Handing Dieter over to them, it would be a miracle if he ever got out!"

In fact, the elders were just looking for a way to step down gracefully; they knew that with the crimes Dieter had committed, it was not just about smoothing things over; it would be a miracle if he could even come out alive. But when Tewin scolded them like this, many became instantly infuriated.

The first elder who had spoken out directly countered, "Tewin, we can't suffer for the sake of your son!"

"Yes, why should your son meddle with the Tax Bureau people? He should bear the consequences for his actions and not drag our tribe down with him!"

"..."

"Enough, all of you shut up!"

Gael's rebuke interrupted the arguing crowd, and he said to a confidant beside him, "Call Marcus again and insist that no matter what, he must hold off the Tax Bureau's armed forces. In gratitude, our Indian Tribe's votes will certainly be given to him without reservation!"

"Yes..."

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Carson City, Nevada State Tax Bureau.

Two men were conversing face to face in the director's office.

They were Jonathon Langdon, Director of the Nevada State Tax Bureau, and Nevada State Senator Marcus Tullamore.

"Director Jon, deploying arms against the Indian Tribe could provoke a national Indian uprising; that simply cannot be done. Think it over..."

In order to gain the support of the Indian Tribe's votes, Marcus had been lobbying hard at the state bureau these past few days.

But no matter how much he lobbied, the state bureau showed no intention of abandoning their plan.

Thus, with no other choice, today he threw caution to the wind, ignoring his image and status as a senator, and came directly to the director's office, stubbornly.

"I don't want to do this either, Senator Marcus, but I have no choice. A person from the Indian Tribe dared to assassinate our Chief Tax Officer," said Jon.

"And do you know who he tried to assassinate? It was David, our star Chief Tax Officer here in Nevada, who has generated tens of millions in revenue for us. If we don't impose a strict punishment, where would the Tax Bureau's face be?"

Jon showed no sign of relenting due to Marcus being a senator.

"But Director Jon..."

Jon couldn't be bothered to continue and directly took out his cell phone from his pocket, typed a message labeled 'action' to a contact named 'Colonel Cleveland,' and pressed the send button.

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On the eastern outskirts of Carson City, a Nevada State Tax Bureau military base is established here.

The base was surrounded by a high wall topped with sharp iron spikes, gleaming with cold harshness.

At the gate, two fully-armed personnel stood on either side, expressionless, with steadfast gazes.

Entering the base, the first thing that caught one's eye were rows of 'steel beasts' that demanded attention.

A closer look would reveal that the base housed M1, M1A1, M1A2 the main models of tanks known as the kings of land warfare, as well as the M1A2SEPv3, the most advanced model currently in the America Army, along with various ALFV armored vehicles.

Towards the back of the base was a helipad.

Many fighter jets were neatly arranged on it, including the F35 stealth fighter jet and F16 fighter jet, both touted as America's strategic weapons, as well as the F22 Raptor and the F/A-18 Hornet, all gleaming in the sunlight.

As for the famous killing machines such as the Apache Armed Helicopter and the Black Hawk Helicopter, their presence was equally evident here.

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If an uninformed person were to come here, they would certainly think this place is a military base of the American Army, and they would never guess that it is actually the armed base of the Tax Bureau!

On one side of the apron is a training field.

At this time, many soldiers enlisted in the Tax Bureau were undergoing various training exercises.

Some were practicing shooting, some were doing physical fitness training, and others were conducting tactical drills in simulated combat.

Their faces were covered in sweat, but their eyes were resolute and cold, as if they were telling people they were ready for battle at any moment.

In the center of the training field, a man wearing a colonel's uniform with a straight nose felt the vibration of his phone inside his clothing and immediately took it out to have a look.

He then showed a slightly amused smile and said in a deep voice to the soldiers who were training, "Alright, today's training is over, everyone prepare to head to Las Vegas for a mission!"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers, who had been looking dull due to the monotonous training, all stopped their movements and became spirited.

But soon, a soldier asked, "Colonel, how many people are we mobilizing, and what equipment?"

With the soldier's question, many people on site started to become anxious.

As armed personnel of the Tax Bureau, other than training at the base, they rarely had the opportunity to go out and execute real missions.

Luckily, just yesterday, their base had finally received instructions from the State Bureau to prepare for a mission in Las Vegas.

This rare opportunity to go out on a mission was naturally something everyone wanted to be a part of.

The colonel chuckled and replied, "Apart from those on duty and staying at the base, everyone who can breathe is going. Also, these big guys at our base are almost rusting, so anything that can drive or fly is going to get some action!"

Not long ago, he had already received instructions from the State Bureau.

The intent from the State Bureau was to make as big a commotion as possible for this mission, so he naturally had no reservations!

When the colonel said this, the soldiers on site were instantly overjoyed.

"Alright, now each team get ready, we leave in 15 minutes!"

Following the colonel's order, the teams of soldiers went to the equipment warehouse, the equipment warehouse, started up the armored vehicles, the helicopters, the fighter jets preheating, and got ready at their respective posts with clear tasks.

The 15 minutes passed in a flash.

The two large gates of the base slowly opened, and rows of M1 series tanks and ALFV series armored vehicles, accompanied by the thunderous roar, drove out.

In the sky, 10 Black Hawk helicopters carrying hundreds of armed Tax Bureau personnel were headed in the direction of Las Vegas.

Surrounding and following the Black Hawks were an additional 10 Apache Armed Helicopters as escorts.

On land and in the air, thousands of armed Tax Bureau personnel were heading towards the Las Vegas Indian Reservation in a mighty force.

Since the Tax Bureau's armed base was located in the suburbs, it was okay at the beginning, but as soon as such a massive armed force left the suburbs, it quickly alarmed the residents along the way.

When these residents saw tanks, armored vehicles, Black Hawk helicopters, and Apache Armed Helicopters all around them, they were instantly stunned.

Many thought that there was a riot somewhere, or that terrorists had appeared and the military was being deployed to suppress them, so they immediately searched online for news.

But after searching for a long time, they found nothing about riots or terrorists; everywhere seemed peaceful, not even a major shooting incident had occurred, which left them completely bewildered.

In order to understand the truth, many people immediately recorded videos of the Tax Bureau's armed forces and posted them online to find out what was happening.

It has to be said, there are quite knowledgeable people online.

It didn't take long for some to recognize the uniforms and insignia of some of the armed personnel, discovering that they belonged to the Tax Bureau.

When it became known that it was the Tax Bureau's armed forces that had been deployed, the entire internet was in an uproar.