American Tax Officer

David was amused and loudly replied, "We could waive all fines, perhaps even freeze all your accounts and assets, and seize them for the tax coffers. How does that sound?"

"Damn it!"

The man's face instantly turned red with anger.

Legal income sources were one thing; even if seized by the Internal Revenue Service, after things were cleared up, at most a little extra fine would be involved, not complete forfeiture.

But illegal income sources were a different story.

Indeed, the Internal Revenue Service could seize and forfeit everything, especially since these assets were obtained illegally and were not protected by law.

In short, there was nowhere to even appeal your case.

"So, have you thought it over?"

The man still didn't speak.

But David didn't coddle him any longer, directly reaching into his pocket and pulling out a wallet.

Upon opening it, he saw some IDs and a photo of a man and woman.

"Is this your wife?"

"Yes."

"She's beautiful. What's her name?"

The man hesitated for a moment, then frowned and answered, "Dan Terese."

David nodded, took out his driver's license, and handed it to Slavoj Zizek nearby, saying, "Check how many accounts this gentleman has, and also look into his wife, Dan Terese, as well..."

"Damn it, what are you trying to do?!"

Things had been bearable until he heard even his wife would be scrutinized; the man became visibly agitated and quickly interjected.

"As I said before, we from the IRS deal with tax issues, so naturally, we're conducting a tax investigation. What else could it be!?"

"My wife is legitimately employed; she has no issues with her taxes, don't you mess with her!"

David laughed again, correcting him, "Whether there is an issue or not is for us to decide, not you. Understand?"

"Go on, check carefully, don't falsely accuse this lady, but don't miss even a single cent of taxes!"

Hearing this, the man gritted his teeth, because what David implied was—

Even if his wife did everything legally, if you missed even a cent in taxes, you'd still face the IRS's intervention!

Only if the IRS really wanted to get you.

Major tax evasion might be complicated, but minor evasion is a matter of moments.

Such threatening and domineering words hardly sounded like something a government official should say; they sounded more like something a ruthless criminal would say!

It seemed if he didn't comply,

Not only would he be in trouble, but his wife might also not escape the IRS's "clutches".

Thinking this, the man, full of resentment and anger, could only grit his teeth and shout, "Hold on!"

"So, have you changed your mind?"

"I need a promise from you, once I fully cooperate, you guarantee you won't target me or my wife again!"

"Of course, as I said before, as long as you cooperate with us in completing all tasks, I guarantee you both will be safe!"

After receiving the promise, David walked over to a cabinet in the distance, taking out three black briefcases and several documents from it.

"These are the items belonging to those people you wanted, along with several accounts and information channels for converting into legal campaign funding. It's all here!"

Manson immediately stepped forward to open the briefcases, revealing neatly arranged documents inside.

Then they took out a fingerprint kit and began examining the briefcase.

Soon, they collected several fingerprints from the bag.

After a series of comparisons, Manson concluded and nodded to David, "It's definitely those guys'."

"Excellent!"

A slight smile appeared on David's lips.

With the fingerprints and this information, with a bit more manipulation, Stevenson wouldn't just be out of the senator race; he might well end up as a disgraced prisoner.

...

New York, Sixteenth Floor of the Seagram Building.

"The support rate in Buffalo has risen two percentage points compared to two days ago; we are still striving to gain the local teachers' support. If successful, an increase of five percentage points is feasible."

"Our agricultural promotions in Yangke have been very effective. Keeping up this momentum, securing the local farmers' support, and capturing this city should be no problem."

"Albany is the capital and competition is intense there. We don't yet have a major advantage, but if we secure the other cities, the capital will essentially be inconsequential..."

...

As the New York State Senate campaign office location, countless staff members continued to analyze and report state-wide data in the main hall at this moment.

At its center, a high-nosed man wearing black-framed glasses received the data, a smirk forming at the corners of his mouth.

Then, he turned and walked to an office door, knocked, and entered.

Inside sat none other than the former Governor of Nevada, Stevenson, an old acquaintance of David.

Far from his disheartened demeanor when ousted from the governor's seat, he now radiated vigor, as if the Senate seat were already within easy reach.

"Sir, the latest data report is ready. We've secured absolute support rates in cities like Buffalo and Yangke. With this momentum, the next Senator of New York State will likely be no one but you!"