And seated there was Bertie Louis, the senior agent brought back from the FBI Office.
Upon seeing it was David that entered, Bertie Louis's expression changed slightly, but he quickly recovered to normal and asked, "Director David, grabbing soone from our FBI must be your masterpiece, huh? But have you thought about whether you can bear this responsibility?"
David didn't pay attention to his remark, but instead pulled out a docunt and threw it in front of him.
"What's this?"
"Aren't you asking whether I can bear the responsibility? Just look and you'll know!"
Seeing David's confident deanor, Bertie Louis had a bad feeling, but still picked up the docunt in front of him and started reading carefully.
However, as the contents inside beca clear, his complexion turned increasingly pale, and finally, in panic mixed with a tinge of anger, he asked, "Where did you get these materials from?"
"You think I need to explain that to you?"
"What do you want to do? I can pay the taxes!"
David didn't reply, but gave a scornful laugh and stood up, then headed for the door to leave.
Bertie Louis was also desperate, shouting, "David, leave so leeway for future encounters, we're all from Arican law enforcent agencies, there's no need to go this far!"
The threat of capital punishnt for city hall officials from both cities indeed frightened him.
David still ignored him, walked out the door, and said to Simmons, "The FBI can see him now!"
Having said that, he directly went to the second detention room.
And Simmons, taking Gavin's dispatch, Ou En, let him enter this detention room.
As soon as he entered, seeing the seemingly frantic Bertie Louis, Ou En felt sothing was wrong and imdiately asked, "What's happened, Agent Bertie?"
Bertie looked up, saw it was Ou En, wanted to say sothing but his lips moved without making a sound, ultimately not gathering the courage to speak.
"Speak up, Agent Bertie, Mr. Gavin sent . He warned you, if you really have committed any illegal acts before, you have to co clean now, otherwise if the tax bureau really proves it, no one will be able to save you, and it will drag down the entire FBI!"
Bertie bit his lips and said, "But I have already been proven guilty..."
"What did you say?"
"Just before you ca, that David brought over a docunt, on the docunt... anyway, it has all my records."
Ou En imdiately followed up, "All your records, what does that an? Is there anywhere that can be challenged, anywhere that can be cleared..."
"It's no use, Agent Ou En, I don't know where he got that docunt from, but it has very detailed records about , so detailed it includes who I've dealt with, which places, and any financial transaction over these past two months have all been recorded..."
By the end, Bertie was shaking his head mixed with a hint of regret.
As an FBI agent, he of course knew what evidence and data were needed to convict a criminal.
And that docunt targeting him he had seen was irrefutably detailed.
There was absolutely no room for rebuttal.
At this mont, Ou En's face looked extrely grim, but since Bertie himself had already spoken like this, he understood that it was very likely the case couldn't be overturned.
Having no choice, he stood up and walked out the door, asking Simmons to see the second FBI agent.
In a short ti, Ou En was brought into the interrogation room of the second agent.
But ten minutes later, he too erged with a face as pale as death.
In the following ti, he went one by one to see the remaining three people, but the result was without exception.
They all told Ou En with a defeated deanor that their cris were hard to clear themselves from.
Helplessly, Ou En could only drive back to the FBI Office as quickly as possible, walked into Gavin's office, and reported everything in detail.
After hearing everything, Gavin was so enraged that he slamd his coffee cup to the floor and cursed, "Fake Yau, what the hell is wrong with these bastards? That David has only been in Carson City for one day and he's already got so much dirt on them?"
Gavin truly couldn't make heads or tails of it.
Of course, if he had known that David had sothing like a golden finger, he wouldn't have found it so baffling.
"Mr. Gavin, what's done is done, there's no need to waste ti on this matter anymore. David wants to use this to screw us over, but we have dirt on him too, don't we?"
Upon hearing Ou En's reminder, Gavin suddenly slapped his thigh and ca to his senses.
That's right.
Now David had caught their FBI people and had leverage over them, but didn't they hold leverage over David as well?
Their FBI being accused of tax evasion was indeed sensational news.
But acts of 'poaching' by their own IRS people would be an even more serious and sensational matter!
Thinking this, Ou En sneered, imdiately picked up the phone, and dialed a number: "Agent Bronning, hand over the person I had you take care of imdiately to our office."
anwhile, in Las Vegas, Bronning, after hearing the order, felt his scalp tingle and had no idea how to respond.
The person had already been forcibly taken away by David.
What could he turn over?
"Are you deaf or dumb?"
Hearing the shouting from the other end of the phone, Bronning dared not keep silent any longer. He gritted his teeth and stamred: "Mr. Gavin, the person...is gone..."
"Gone?"
Gavin, puzzled, imdiately pressed: "I don't have ti to beat around the bush with you, spit it out!"
"The person has been... 'taken' by the IRS's David. I'm really sorry, Mr. Gavin, we were forced into a corner..."
"What did you say, you damned bastard..."
Gavin was furious, unleashing a tirade into the phone.
Finally, realizing that the situation was irreversibly settled, he put down the phone and said to Ou En: "If the witness is gone, can this case still result in a conviction?"
From Gavin's reaction, Ou En, who had been by his side, already knew the situation on the other end of the phone, so he wasn't too surprised to hear that the witness was gone.
He replied: "The amount involved in his case is too small, only a re 5,000 US dollars. Besides, we don't have the IRS's channels to check his subordinate's detailed expenditures and fund transactions over the past few months. If we're also missing the witness, considering the level of the IRS lawyers, it probably won't be easy to get a conviction."
"Just tell straight, what are our chances of winning?"
Ou En thought for a mont and said: "40 to 50 percent, I'd say."
Gavin's brow furrowed, and his gaze dimd, clearly dissatisfied with those odds.
"If only our FBI had its own court..."
Ou En sighed helplessly.
The FBI, unlike the IRS, didn't have its own private court.
And precisely because the IRS had its own court, they were often able to forcefully convict tax evaders with inadequate evidence, and impose extre penalties.
Now, if they were to have a falling out with David, even if they arrested Poppy, she would certainly have to be tried in a court under the jurisdiction of the Departnt of Justice.
And the courts under the Departnt of Justice, not only operate with a jury system, but Western laws also emphasize the need for a complete chain of evidence.
Moreover, not only is this matter involving David, it also touches on the face of the IRS. The IRS would definitely send a top-notch legal team to clear Poppy's na of these charges.
That's why Ou En was so envious of the IRS having their own court.
If the FBI had their own court, just with the docunt evidence they had on hand, they could have forcefully convicted Poppy.
No need for any detailed financial docunts or witnesses.
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