American Tax Officer

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Unless... the foundation is involved in the midterm elections!

It's quite possible upon reflection, the Freemasons would want to funnel funds for the midterm elections, and those funds would likely flow out from Wall Street.

On the surface, David came here for a tax investigation, but in reality, it was to cut off these people's campaign funding chain, which is reasonable!

In an instant, Nehem understood the crux of the matter.

"Don't ask any more questions, Deputy Director Nehem; this matter is very important for our Internal Revenue Service. Just do as I say!"

"I also guarantee that this will benefit you. As long as I can take care of these people, all the resulting tax achievements will belong to your jurisdiction!"

Nehem was somewhat emotional upon hearing the initial part.

But by the end, when he learned the tax revenues would be allocated to his jurisdiction, his brain was instantly filled with joy.

None of these foundations held less than tens or hundreds of billions in funds.

How astronomical would the sum be if they really managed to collect taxes from them?

He couldn't imagine!

Wait...

After a moment of ecstasy, Nehem quickly calmed down and asked, "Alright, alright, Inspector David, I won't ask what I shouldn't, but I want to confirm one thing: do you really have a way to collect taxes from these foundations?"

"Rest assured, the foundations are not impregnable, I will take care of it!"

"Good, with your word, I can rest easy!"

With the assurance, Nehem stopped wasting words and left with great expectations to carry out David's bidding!

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In the blink of an eye, two days passed.

In those two days, aside from the Freemasonry Group, detailed data on other foundations on Wall Street like the Illuminati and the Ansa Group were all in David's hands.

In the coming time, as soon as David announced a tax investigation into these foundations, not only would he be able to reap a substantial amount in taxes, but most importantly, he could sever the flow of funds from The Big Three Groups to the elections through these foundations.

Then, The Big Three Groups' people would really have something to worry about!

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on David's lips, after which he left his office, found Nehem, and said, "Deputy Director Nehem, help me arrange a trip to Wall Street, I plan to hold a press conference there!"

"Holding a press conference on Wall Street... Alright, I'll arrange it!"

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Wall Street, this narrow street in the Manhattan District of New York City, is not only the heart of global finance but also a microcosm of dreams and ambition intertwined.

On the street, crowds surged, and financial elites in sharp suits carrying exquisite briefcases hurried past, their stride exuding an unspeakable urgency and confidence.

Looking up, skyscrapers stand in rows, each one a symbol of financial power, with the glass facades sparkling under the sunlight, reflecting the busy and orderly surroundings.

Huge electronic screens hung on the exteriors of buildings, scrolling through real-time stock market updates, currency fluctuations, and various financial news. Numbers and charts jumped continuously, catching the eyes of passersby and tugging at the heartstrings of countless investors.

Just then, three sedans drove in one after the other, arriving at the symbol of Wall Street, the Bronze Bull statue, and came to a stop.

The front and rear car doors opened, and eight suited secret service agents wearing sunglasses got out first, immediately drawing the attention of numerous tourists who had come to see the sight.

"That's... Chief Inspector David, it's Chief Inspector David arriving!"

The tourists thought some politician or notable person had arrived, but when they saw the figure stepping out of the Cadillac Beast in the center, they screamed in excitement.

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Immediately, these people whipped out their cell phones and started snapping photos ferociously.

"Is this Wall Street?!"

Upon alighting from the vehicle, David too was overwhelmed by his surroundings. Despite having been to New York several times before, this was his first foray into the territory of Wall Street.

"Inspector David, this is the 'Bronze Bull,' the landmark of Wall Street. The Wall Street Bronze Bull symbolizes 'strength and courage,' and its presence signifies that as long as the Bronze Bull stands, the stock market will maintain a 'bullish' trend."

"The creator of the Bronze Bull, Di Modica, hoped that this work would bring confidence and hope to the market, which was in a slump at the time. Now the Wall Street Bronze Bull has become a must-visit attraction for tourists worldwide. People believe that touching the Bronze Bull can bring good luck and wealth, which is why you can see so many tourists here..."

Nehem accompanied David, providing him with a ceaseless stream of information.

Meanwhile, across from the New York Stock Exchange, after receiving news from the Manhattan Branch, a large crowd of media had already gathered, waiting in anticipation.

"What, you're saying Inspector David from the Internal Revenue Service is here on Wall Street?"

"Wasn't Inspector David in Washington D.C.? When did he come to New York, and to Wall Street no less?"

"Since David's here, could it be that he's the 'main character' of this press conference...?"

The journalists from major media outlets were patiently waiting when suddenly a phone alert caught them by surprise, and they began to feel anxious.

60 Wall Street, the location of the Morgan Bank headquarters building.

To win the midterm elections, Joshua had been camped out here these days, to ensure that each and every dollar from the group was safely delivered into the hands of the candidates they supported.

While he was busy checking the financial data, his assistant suddenly approached, looking panicked, and said, "Sir Joshua, there's bad news. Inspector David from the IRS is at Wall Street, and apparently, a press conference is about to be held here very soon."

"What did you say!"

Upon hearing this, Joshua's complexion paled, and he stood up abruptly and asked, "How is that possible? Wasn't he in Washington D.C.? When did he come to New York?"

David's visit to New York was a covert affair, so much so that the whole world, not just Joshua, believed David was still at the IRS Headquarters in Washington D.C.

"This... I'm not sure, but it's confirmed he's here. He's currently at the Bronze Bull on Wall Street, and many tourists have already taken pictures. There's no way it's fake!"

Once the news was reconfirmed, Joshua sat down with a somber expression.

Regardless of when David arrived in New York, if the bastard was already here and planning to hold a press conference so openly, it definitely spelled trouble.

After pondering for a few minutes, Joshua abruptly ordered, "Notify everyone, immediately delete all data related to the funds. Also, from now on, all fund outflows are to be suspended. Not a single dollar is to leave!"

Joshua was certainly not brainless.

With the midterm elections in full swing and David's sudden appearance on Wall Street, there was only one conclusion he could draw.

It was very likely an attempt to cut off the flow of campaign funds from here!

But if that was truly the case, it was an indeed insidious move.

Funding was the lifeline of midterm elections. If the flow of funds were severed, the candidates he supported would find themselves unable to take a step forward.

In the end, what would they have left other than defeat?

"Yes."

After the assistant left, Joshua immediately picked up the phone to notify the members of his group.

In fact, there was no need for notification. With such groundbreaking news, whether it was Freemasonry, the Ansa Group, or the Illuminati, all were immediately aware and began to anticipate David's moves with concern.