American Tax Officer

Chapter 591: Chapter 298: The whole investigation team is in trouble
 

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After a flight of more than two hours, the plane landed at Tacoma International Airport.

Exiting the airport terminal, four people hailed a taxi and arrived opposite the Special Prosecutor’s Office on Washington Street, entering a coffee shop.

“Latte, half-sweet, thanks.”

After ordering a cup of coffee and finding a window seat convenient for surveillance, David focused his attention on the Prosecutor’s Office across the street.

Perhaps due to the lunch hour, it wasn’t long before a steady stream of people began to exit the office.

[Name: Kolk Clav Boris.]

[Occupation: Investigator for the Department of Justice.]

[Income: Legitimate monthly income of 9,800 US dollars, illicit income of twenty-three thousand US dollars.]

[Income Details: February 3rd, accepted a bribe of five thousand US dollars to withdraw investigation; April 12th, received six thousand US dollars to downgrade a case…]

[More Details:…]

[Tax Due: 2,300 US dollars.]

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[Name: Finn Sezer.]

[Occupation: Investigator for the Department of Justice.]

[Income: Legitimate monthly income of 9,800 US dollars, illicit income of thirty-three thousand US dollars.]

[Income Details:…]

[Tax Due: 3,300 US dollars.]

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As these investigators’ profiles kept emerging, David immediately took out pen and paper to jot down some vital information.

Only half an hour later, when no more personnel from the Department of Justice appeared to be leaving the office, did he tear off the compiled data from the notebook and handed it to Simmons and Bucky, saying, “Go find the local IRS. Have them cooperate and get me these details.”

“Understood.”

In the following time, David continued to covertly monitor the Prosecutor’s Office, because all the information obtained so far were from underlings, and Prosecutor Morfield’s whereabouts were still unknown. He had to wait for this individual to show up.

The time quickly approached five in the afternoon.

During this period, the Los Angeles IRS didn’t call, further confirming David’s assumption.

Ethereum, USDT, and other major companies should have sought him out for their tax filings yesterday, but since they hadn’t shown up then, it was unlikely they would today.

Just then, two people walked side by side out of the office across the street, bringing David, who was deep in thought, back to reality instantly.

[Name: Morfield Norton.]

[Occupation: Subordinate Prosecutor of the Department of Justice.]

[Income: Legitimate income of eighteen thousand US dollars, illicit income of six hundred and ten thousand US dollars.]

[Income Details: March 11th, accepted five hundred US dollars from a high-ranking FBI official named Erm to cancel the investigation into his son’s crime; May 4th, received one hundred thousand US dollars from congressional candidate Ritchie to help destroy prosecution documents from the Department of Justice…]

[More Details:…]

[Tax Due: 241,560 US dollars.]

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[Name: Percy Quin.]

[Occupation: Deputy Prosecutor of the Department of Justice.]

[Income: Legitimate income of fifteen thousand US dollars, illicit income of two hundred and twenty thousand US dollars.]

[Income Details:…]

[More Details:…]

[Tax Due: 66,545 US dollars.]

“This will be easy…”

David smiled, relieved. He had been worried that this special prosecutor might be incorruptible, which would make gathering leverage difficult. But it seemed his concerns had been unfounded.

Crows are mostly black the world over, with only a few white ones among them.

Especially those with a degree of power, courted and flattered by many, it’s difficult to find one who doesn’t succumb.

“Let’s go, find a place to stay first.”

Although he had already obtained information to leverage the prosecutor and most of his associates, because he still needed to investigate and gather evidence, David couldn’t leave Seattle just yet. He would have to wait until all the evidence was assembled.

As the sun set, another day came to an end.

In Los Angeles, as the silhouettes of Cryptocurrency giants like USDT and Ethereum still hadn’t appeared, the media staking out were somewhat disappointed.

However, anticipation quickly mounted again.

It was the second day since David had called them out, yet these major cryptocurrency companies remained absent, further proving many people’s suspicions that these companies were preparing to tough it out!@@novelbin@@

The next day, at 8:30 in the morning.

While brushing his teeth, David heard a knock at the door. He quickly rinsed his mouth with a cup and hurried to open the door.

It was Nisen standing outside, wearing a sly grin, who said, “It’s all done. Whether it’s the media or the local IRS who deals with it, they’re going to have a tough time!”

“No, just put my name on it and hand it over to them.”

Although planning to cover for Binance, the Department of Justice was still a department of authority, and there was no need to openly embarrass them and incur their resentment.

After all, it’s better to resolve enmities rather than entrench them.

“Alright…”

“Oh, by the way.”

Just as Nisen was about to leave, David called out to him again, saying, “After you’re done, let’s head to Chicago.”

Several days had passed and Ethereum and other Cryptocurrency giants still hadn’t responded; it seemed they were determined to remain obstinate until the very end.

And Chicago was precisely where Ethereum’s stronghold was. David intended to go there to gather incriminating evidence against the company. Then he would have the leverage to squeeze them however he wanted!

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56 Washington Street.

Morfield was reviewing some investigation reports concerning Binance in his office when a knock at the door suddenly interrupted him. He immediately called out “Enter.”

“Mr. Morfield, this is a document sent by an anonymous source. It’s said to be related to the Binance Company.”

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