Because he had scrutinized the identity information of Kane, the second-in-command of the arms group, he decided to start with this case.
Bucky responded, "The arms trading group led by Gaboures is well-structured and tightly organized; it's hard to find much useful information on them. The only thing we can find is so details about their transactions!"
David wasn't particularly surprised by Bucky's answer.
If this case had been so easy to investigate, the Brotherhood of the Main Street wouldn't have asked for his help.
He then asked, "What kind of transaction details did you find?"
Bucky responded, "Aside from previous arms deals with Native Aricans, there were also transactions with the Brotherhood of the Main Street, as well as deals with the xico Gang..."
"The xico Gang!"
David suddenly rembered sothing.
Back when he was investigating Dieter's case, he had 'ambushed' a deal between Dieter and the xico Gang.
At that ti, he even had the people from the xico Gang deliver a ssage to their boss, Zimrman, telling the guy to hurry up and bring his mbers of the xico Gang to pay their taxes.
But now, there was still no sign of this guy; was he playing dead and ignoring him?
"Go, pull up Warren Doyle's file and find the man himself for . In addition, Nisen, check out this so-called Brotherhood and see if you can find their leader. Tell them I want to et them!"
Warren Doyle was one of the robbers in the Encar cash transport heist and also one of the attendees during the last trade between the xico Gang and Dieter.
He intended to use this man to send a ssage to Zimrman again.
If taxes were still not paid, he would no longer be courteous!
"Understood."
Everyone who received their assignnts promptly left the office.
And the very next second after they left, David's phone rang. He picked it up and saw it was a call from Keanu of the Main Street, and imdiately answered, "Inspector Keanu."
"Director David, the new assessnt period has started and those three major cases..."
"Don't worry, we've already started the investigation!"
Keanu on the other end of the phone was pleased and replied, "That's good. If you need anything, contact our Main Street bureau at any ti. After all, this is a collaborative case..."
"Certainly!"
...
An hour later, there was a knock on the office door.
Since the file of Warren was in the archive of the National Tax Bureau, Bucky had little trouble finding and bringing the guy over.
At this mont, Warren entered with a bowed head, looking nervous and seemingly guessing what David wanted from him.
"Warren, did you fail to convey my last ssage to your boss Zimrman, or what's the situation?"
Hearing David's questions, Warren beca even more unsettled and quickly explained, "No, no... We passed your ssage to Zimrman already, the rest is beyond our control..."
What he ant was he had delivered the ssage, but whether to pay taxes or not was for Zimrman to decide; as small fry, they naturally couldn't interfere.
David's expression turned icy as he warned, "Pass another ssage to your boss. I'm giving him until the end of today to reply. Otherwise... our National Tax Bureau can storm an Indian Tribe, so eradicating your petty drug trafficking group will be just as easy!"
Upon hearing this, Warren's face instantly paled.
If anyone else dared to issue such a threat to their xico Gang, they would make sure the person learned what 'death' ans!
But the threat ca from David, and not only did Warren not dare to retort, he couldn't even muster up any anger.
They had been closely monitoring Dieter's situation.
And the incident of the National Tax Bureau Ard Forces storming the Indian Tribe was also crystal clear to them.
That was an Indian Tribe!
A territory like an independent kingdom delineated by the federal governnt, inhabited by tens of thousands of Native Aricans, with their own ard warriors and guard squads.
Yet, in the face of the iron flood of the National Tax Bureau's ard forces, they didn't dare to protest and could only comply by surrendering people and paying up.
The main culprit, Dieter, was even sentenced to 1,000 years in prison, worse than death!
And their xico Gang, though they could be regarded as prominent in Las Vegas, if the National Tax Bureau really wanted to take them down, they would probably die even more miserably than the Indians.
"Did you get that clear?"
"Listen up, listen up!"
Warren quickly brushed aside the thoughts in his mind, afraid of replying too late as if pecking like a chicken, nodding rapidly.
"Let's go!"
...
An hour later.
Main Street area, a hidden warehouse.
Three black Chevrolets stopped at the entrance, their doors opened, and from the front and back vehicles, four suit-clad n alighted each.
Although these n were dressed in suits, a closer look would reveal that many of them bore tattoos on their arms and necks.
After a short while, the man from the middle vehicle stepped out—it was Zimrman from the xico Gang.
After exiting the car, Zimrman headed straight for the warehouse.
Inside, he saw many personnel wearing white lab coats, hats, and masks, processing so contraband.
"Mr. Zimrman..."
Deep in the warehouse, Richardson—one of the xico Gang Backbones who had previously dealt with Baldwin—approached, followed by Warren who had just returned from the National Tax Bureau.
"What's the matter?"
Zimrman had an expressionless face, but his tone was sowhat grave.
Richardson looked at Warren, and while Warren was also apprehensive in the presence of the boss, thinking of David's words, he could only muster his courage and say, "Mr. Zimrman, it's the National Tax Bureau, they found , they said to give you... a ssage..."
Upon hearing the words 'National Tax Bureau', Zimrman, who had been relatively expressionless, now tightened his brows and asked, "What ssage?"
"They said... regarding tax paynt, you must give a response today, or else... or else..."
At this point, Warren did not dare continue, his head lowered in a manner of having more to say yet hesitant to speak.
"Or else what?"
"Mr. Zimrman, I don't an any disrespect, but Director David said, if they can raid the Indian Tribe, wiping out our xico Gang would be a piece of cake for them!"
Ultimately, Warren clenched his teeth and delivered the ssage.
After hearing the complete sentence, Zimrman's face instantly turned grim.
The subordinates following him all displayed fierce expressions.
But as nacing as they looked, none contemplated displaying the gang's habitual thods of operation.
The usual approach of the xico Gang was just two words: ruthless and brutal!
Anyone who dared to provoke them or disturb their business would face various forms of ruthless retaliation like assassinations, kidnapping of opponents' relatives, and so on.
But they had seen what happened to Dieter.
Daring to lay hands on personnel from the National Tax Bureau was simply a dead end.
It wasn't a question of whether the National Tax Bureau would deploy fighter jets or ard helicopter groups; even just sending an armored vehicle combat group would be enough to flatten them.
After all, no matter how strong or ferocious a drug organization is, going up against the well-equipped and trained personnel of the National Tax Bureau Ard Forces is a surefire way to court death!
"Mr. Zimrman, worst cos to worst, we'll just abandon the business in this city!"
Just then, a man on Zimrman's left side proposed.
Of course, he knew that they couldn't fight the National Tax Bureau, but his pride prevented him from succumbing to such oppressive power!
If they couldn't defeat the enemy, then fleeing was still an option!
Zimrman turned around and looked out the window with a solemn expression.
His business extended beyond this city, but the profits from this city were a significant number.
To abandon it like this, he was not willing!
But to be shepherded around by the National Tax Bureau, he was equally unwilling!
After much contemplation, he turned to Warren and said, "Call that David, tell him, I want to arrange a eting!"
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