American Tax Officer

Samson pointed and said, "There's a small path up the mountain on the left, about 5 kilometers away!"

Following his instructions, two official vehicles immediately drove up.

At the same time.

In a temporary wooden cabin on the slope of the Redstone Mountains.

"Shoot, shoot, take him down, Haha Morley, your 'little lamb' was taken out by my tiger, hahaha..."

"Damn it, pick up the gun, pick up the gun, you bastard!"

"There are mines over there, don't walk that way, oh sh*t..."

Inside the cabin, dozens of surveillance screens were set up, and the men and women gathered around them were constantly cursing and cheering at the screens.

Ten minutes later.

Sitting in the center, a young man with red hair saw the target he had chosen eliminate three opponents and couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Hahahaha, that bastard Marvin, finally brought me a lion!"

Just now, any smug remarks made by someone in the cabin would be met with retorts and provocations from others.

But strangely, after the red-haired man expressed his triumph, the room fell completely silent, with no one daring to challenge or mock him.

It was clear that even among this group of wealthy second-generation characters, the red-haired man was not someone to be trifled with!

"Wait... what's going on, why is there a car coming in?"

Right then, one of the second-generation characters inside the cabin spotted two incoming vehicles on the screen and quickly raised the alarm.

Hearing his warning, everyone turned to look.

Indeed, two vehicles appeared on one of the screens.

And what made everyone's heart tighten was that the vehicles were driving through the area where the red-haired man's chosen target was just a moment ago.

In their thoughts, the screen quickly showed the target encounter the two vehicles.

The target had just killed three people and was already on edge; upon seeing the vehicles, he immediately opened fire on the leading one.

The people in the vehicles, visible through the surveillance screen, were not to be outdone and quickly stuck out their guns to return fire.

Feeling the pressure of the gunfire, the target hurriedly hid behind a tree.

But it was not long before he was shot in the exposed part of his leg by someone inside the vehicle with excellent marksmanship, fell to the ground, and finally had his head blown off with a shot, ending his life.

"Fake Yau, Fake Yau, who the hell are they, I'm going to kill them!"

The red-haired man inside the cabin was jumping up and down in frustration.

He had played this hunting game many times before but had never managed to clinch the championship. Now, just when there was a glimmer of hope, it was dashed by outsiders' interference, fueling his rage!

Without a second word, he immediately picked up an M1903 rifle and headed outside the cabin.

The others exchanged glances and eventually picked up their weapons, ready to teach those outside disruptors a lesson.

Meanwhile, on the side of the monitor screens.

"Is everyone alright?"

The vehicle with David followed behind and was not attacked by the shooter.

"We're fine, Chief Tax Officer, thankfully our vehicle has bulletproof glass."

Hearing the voice from the earpiece, David breathed a sigh of relief and then turned to punch Samson in the stomach, viciously saying, "You son of a bitch, why didn't you tell us about the danger?"

Samson's face contorted with pain, and it took him a while to recover before he replied with a grievance, "The prey's movements in this area are unrestricted; I had no idea they would run over here..."

What he really wanted to say was, it was you who insisted on coming. If you hadn't, there wouldn't have been any danger!

David asked, "Was that a prey just now?"

Samson answered, "Anyone with a collar around their neck is!"

"Why wear a collar?"

"Because it is an explosive device. As soon as the prey runs out of the designated area, it will automatically detonate!"

"You employers play really hard!"

David couldn't help but feel sad for those captured as prey, but there was no helping it; the world was a place where the strong prey on the weak.

Like their Internal Revenue Service, it was only because of their considerable power that they could sanction those criminals and now these second-generation characters.

"Keep moving, be on your guard, we might encounter other prey!"

David reminded them, and then the vehicle continued towards the location given by Samson for the second-generation characters' gathering.

Luckily, the rest of the journey was fortunate, with no further attacks, and they smoothly arrived within a few hundred meters of the wooden cabin.

Just as everyone was about to relax, sudden gunfire erupted, and both vehicles felt the impact of bullets.

"Son of a bitch!"

Nisen in the leading vehicle cursed and quickly turned on the car's PA system, shouting loudly, "Ceasefire, we are from the Internal Revenue Service!"

He knew those second-generation characters must have mistaken them for troublemakers, which was why they were shooting at them.

On the other side, the second-generation characters hidden around the cabin stopped pulling their triggers upon hearing that the newcomers were from the Internal Revenue Service, all looking at each other dumbfounded.

Certainly, they didn't know initially that the visitors were from the Internal Revenue Service, but now that they did, they wouldn't dare to shoot.

Although they tended to be above the law due to their family backgrounds and the extreme ideology of the Brotherhood, most were not foolish enough to be ignorant of the IRS's prowess.

However, while most had not lost their rationality, there were always those who did.

"Go to hell, Internal Revenue Service!"

This person was the red-haired man from earlier. Not only did he show no sign of stopping, but he also poked his head out from cover to get a better shot at the vehicles and unleashed a rapid burst of bullets.

"Ratatat..."

In the leading official vehicle, seeing that the other side dared to fire even after they had announced their identity as the Internal Revenue Service, Nisen and the others were also stunned.

Had the lessons taught to the Native Americans not been harsh enough?

How could anyone dare to assault the country's tax bureau?

It seemed that these heirs of the Brotherhood had indeed reached the extreme in their recklessness to play such an inhumane game!

Nisen was furious, and immediately rolled down half the car window, quickly locking onto the direction from where the bullets were coming, relying on his keen observation skills.

What was even more surprising was that the second-generation heir shooting at them was as foolish as an idiot, actually sticking his head out.

Then he wouldn't be polite!

Nisen immediately raised his gun to aim, and then violently pulled the trigger. Given his background in the Marine Corps, his marksmanship naturally went unquestioned.

Although he didn't score a headshot, he hit the man's neck, and the red-haired man instantly fell to the ground, clutching his bleeding neck.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

In the cabin, seeing the red-haired man fall, an heir who was close by was stunned and, realizing his fear, yelled out franticly, "Don't shoot, I surrender, I surrender!"

That said, he immediately threw out his gun.

After a moment's hesitation, the other heirs followed suit.

After all, these were law enforcement officers from the Chief Tax Office, not criminals or thugs. As long as they surrendered, their lives were not at risk.

Inside the vehicle.

Nisen breathed a sigh of relief and spoke into the headset, "Chief Tax Officer, they are scared now!"

"Then get out of the car, but be careful in case they try something!"

"Understood!"

The car doors opened, and Nisen and the others got out with their guns drawn, then cautiously approached the direction of the cabin.

"Everyone raise your hands and step out, don't try any tricks, or you will be dealt with without mercy!"

Walking along the wall, Nisen and his team warned as they moved.

The heirs were very cooperative and walked out with their hands raised.

"Fake Yau, Markus is in bad shape, someone help him!"

It was then that a woman's anxious cry from the area where the red-haired man had fallen caught the attention of the heirs.

Turning their heads to look, everyone was taken aback.

In their previously tense nerves, many hadn't noticed what had happened, but now upon a closer look, they saw that the red-haired man's neck was soaked in blood, appearing as though he was struggling to breathe.

By this time, Nisen had walked up and saw the red-haired man, the bullet having grazed his neck, clearly damaging an artery. With the rate of bleeding, even a god would struggle to save him in this desolate wilderness.

But Nisen wasn't too concerned about it.

Firstly, the guy was definitely a tax evader.

Secondly, they had warned him, and after the warning, he had still dared to fire at them. Hence, Nisen's counterattack was completely in accordance with all rules and regulations.

In short, if this guy died, it was his own fault.

"Markus… Fake, how did this happen, why did you shoot him, damn it…"

By that time, David and others had also walked up, and Samson, who had come along, cursed anxiously as he ran towards the red-haired man on the ground.

But not even five seconds after he reached the red-haired man's side, the man's pupils dilated and he was gone.

This left him slumped on the ground, muttering in despair, "It's over, it's all over…"

"What's the situation, Samson, who is he?"

Seeing Samson like this, David couldn't help but step forward to ask.

Samson turned around, his face shifting from despair to anger, and accused, "He is Stevenson Curtis's son. Of all people, why did you have to kill him!"

"Stevenson Curtis? The Governor of Nevada?"

Samson, emotionally agitated, said, "What do you think!"

Upon confirmation, Nisen, who had been composed up until now, turned pale.

He knew that each heir of the Brotherhood came from a background of wealth or nobility, but he hadn't expected that he would end up killing a Governor's son.

And the Governor of Nevada, no less!

In America, the power of a Governor was immense.

Even the President had no authority to remove them, meaning sometimes they didn't even have to listen to the President.

In history, when the federal government needed to enact laws, sometimes the President would need their cooperation to get states on board and would have to plead with these Governors.

The "Declaration of Independence" had stipulated that each state had the right to enact its own laws, maintain armed forces, form alliances, engage in commerce, and manage trade.

At that time, states in America even had the authority to issue their own currency and create their own military forces, and the federal government didn't even have the right to tax the states.

Although today the federal government has reclaimed many powers from the states, such as tax autonomy, which has been handed over to the Chief Tax Office, the power of the Governors remains equivalent to that of sovereign rulers.

They can not only enact many state laws but also direct the work within the cities in the state, and most importantly, they have the authority to deploy the National Guard.

The National Guard might not be as well-equipped as the Chief Tax Office, but Nevada's National Guard had the strength of a full brigade.

This was a force not to be underestimated!

Although the Chief Tax Office wasn't afraid of a mere Governor, Nisen was just an Inspector; of course, he was afraid.

After all, he wasn't David, the star Chief Tax Officer who had made such significant contributions to the Chief Tax Office and was in command of the armed deployment.

So even if David offended the President, for the sake of image, and to set an example for other Inspectors, the Chief Tax Office would surely protect him.

But Nisen, a mere Inspector, might well end up as a scapegoat to pacify the Governor's rage, discarded quietly by the Chief Tax Office!

Even if they didn't dispose of him, transferring him to manage a water reservoir or the like would still destroy his future!