American Tax Officer

Chapter 691: Chapter 346: Bomb Attack_2
 

“Take a look at this.”

Deputy Director Elvis flicked his hand toward Brod, who was standing behind him, and Brod handed over a file folder to David.

David immediately opened it, but as he took in the contents, his expression shifted from surprise to grave, and finally turned to a deep, dark scowl.

According to this intelligence report from the CIA, there was to be an assassination attempt against him tomorrow, right in the suite where he was currently living.

This operation involved the Freemasonry, Ansa Group, and Illuminati, which had, over the past few days, mobilized the effort to synchronize officials from various departments to prepare for the aftermath of a successful assassination.

“Heh, what a grand dragon-slaying mission!”

He had thought it suspicious how easily the tycoons of Silicon Valley had compromised; they had planned to lure him out of this place in order to execute this assassination.

However, reflecting on it now, David suddenly realized he had been too confident, believing that his high position in the Internal Revenue Service and the backing of its armed forces would deter the Freemasonry from daring to use such deadly tactics against him.

If it weren’t for having Elvis as a friend at the CIA, he might have been cluelessly killed.

No, as Elvis had said, Freemasonry was cornered by him and now, somehow also connected with the Ansa Group and the Illuminati; he would have to be far more cautious in the future.

“Chief Inspector David, if it were just Freemasonry alone, they would not dare to use the same methods on you that they used against Kennedy. But somehow, they persuaded the Illuminati and the Ansa Group, so it’s not surprising they would dare to do this.”

“Deputy Director Elvis, you’ve saved my life this time. No matter what, I owe you one, and I, David, will remember this favor!”

“Don’t mention it, Chief Inspector David, we are allies. Helping each other is natural, and who knows, I might rely on you more in the future.”

Elvis appeared indifferent, but having received David’s acknowledgment made his personal visit here exceptionally worthwhile.

“Alright, Chief Inspector David, I’ve delivered the message. To avoid any complications, I won’t stay any longer.”

The Freemasonry’s spies had already been monitoring the hotel, and Elvis had gone through a lot of trouble to sneak in; naturally, he couldn’t delay to avoid exposure.

“Just one moment, Deputy Director Elvis…”

Elvis, who had just gotten up to leave, stopped in his tracks upon hearing this and asked, “Is there something else you need, Chief Inspector David?”

“Deputy Director Elvis, I’d like to ask a favor of you.”

“Go ahead.”

…

…

East Coast of New York, Senado Island.

“Is there any issue?”

“Everything is ready on my end. If tomorrow’s operation is successful, I will rapidly mobilize the city’s police force to apprehend the ‘suspects’!”

“I have also prepared the military. If the armed forces of the Internal Revenue Service make any moves tomorrow, they will immediately intervene.”

…

In one of the mansion’s rooms, Henrietta sat on a chair, facing seven or eight of the main planners of tomorrow’s operation.

“Alright, success or failure hinges on this. Go!”

Everyone stood up and pushed the door open to leave.

This night, while ordinary for most people, was sleepless and filled with tension for Freemasonry, the Ansa Group, and the Illuminati.

59 years ago, their predecessors had orchestrated the world-shocking assassination of Kennedy.

The success of this operation had declared the unwavering interests of American capitalists!

And tomorrow, they would once again demonstrate their power to the world.

But whether it could be as successful as the operation 59 years ago, neither the Angsa people, Freemasonry, nor the Illuminati could guarantee. They could only pray to God as much as they could.

The next day, everything at La Quinta Hotel was as usual.

In the suite, David was in front of the bathroom mirror, but his eyes were filled with bloodshot.

Anyone who knew they were about to be assassinated would hardly sleep well, and he was no exception.

After washing his face and adjusting himself, he put on his suit and leather shoes, then opened the door, only to see Jerry and Manson still standing guard.

“Let’s go.”

The three of them took the elevator downstairs, got into a Chevrolet, and sped towards Salem State University.

Meanwhile, in a building opposite La Quinta Hotel on the fifth floor, a man wearing a duckbill cap retracted his binoculars and said in a deep voice, “The target has left the hotel, we can begin the operation now!”

Shortly after, two men carrying briefcases, with common facial features, entered the hotel and went to the fire escape on the tenth floor. One of the men took out a laptop and operated it for a while before nodding to his companion.

The man immediately walked out of the passage, glanced at the camera, revealed a sinister smile, then went to room 1019, placed a card on the door handle, and the door clicked open. He walked in and closed the door behind him.

…

Salem State University, the most prestigious university in Oregon founded in 1854, currently has 7,000 undergraduates, 1,600 graduates, and nearly 300 international students from 58 countries.

At the moment, at the front gate of the university, throngs of students, reporters, and spectators stood, occasionally looking ahead as if waiting for someone’s arrival.

Just then, the arrival of a Chevrolet stirred the crowd.

“Inspector David is here!”

“Yes, he’s here, Inspector David, can you please give me an autograph?”

“Inspector David, please allow me to take a photo with you…”

Since David’s rise, he had been branded as the nemesis of evil and a bold challenger of capitalists, along with extensive media publicity, making him an idol in the eyes of these young students.

Seeing his appearance, the students were naturally excited to get close to and see their idol.

“Have our people been arranged among them?”

Inside the car, David didn’t get out immediately because of the enthusiasm of the students.

Although according to CIA intelligence, the Freemasons intended to plant a bomb in his hotel room and detonate it upon his return.

But who knows if these people would have a backup plan, perhaps orchestrating an ambush among the crowd?

Therefore, the night before, he had Manson communicate with the Salem City Internal Revenue Service, asking them to stealthily include some competent personnel among the students to ensure his safety.

“It’s all set up; these students have been checked and should be safe.”

David nodded and was about to get out when his phone suddenly rang. He took it out to see that it was a message from Deputy Director Elvis.

After reading it, he put the phone away and then stepped out of the car.

After signing autographs for a small group of student fans and taking some photos, David walked through the university gate to the venue for today’s lecture.

Clement had already arrived and was talking with several men and women. Upon seeing David, he immediately came forward and said, “Here you go, Inspector David, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Ritchie, the mayor of Salem City, and this is the deputy mayor…”

“Inspector David, it’s an honor to meet you.”

“Inspector David, thank you for attending today’s lecture. Many future IRS inspectors will emerge from our university. Under your influence, I believe they will surely become exceptional inspectors!”

…

These people were meeting David in person for the first time and were exceptionally polite.