American Tax Officer

Chapter 692: Chapter 347: David Assassinated and Killed?
 

“Good day, Mr. Richie…”

After a round of cordial greetings, several individuals gradually took their seats on stage, marking the official start of today’s speech event.

Since David was the main character in today’s event, he spent the following time talking about recent developments in taxation, as well as outlining future policies to the students in attendance.

Naturally, what the students cared most about was whether the IRS would move against Wall Street, the cradle of finance, now that the Silicon Valley tax audits had been deemed successful.

Given Wall Street’s impact on the global economy, David did not immediately provide a definitive response but told the students that decisions would be made according to future developments.

With David continuously speaking and Clement and others supplementing, several hours quickly passed, and it was nearing 12 o’clock noon.

After a photo-op and handshake session with selected students, Mayor Richie announced the conclusion of today’s lecture event.

“Inspector David, we have arranged a private dining room at the Danube River Restaurant to share lunch together. Please do honor us with your presence…”

“Mayor Richie, since that’s the case, I’ll comply with the arrangement.”

“Haha, then let’s go.”

Under the escort of security, the group exited the school gates, took their respective vehicles, and headed towards the Danube River Restaurant.

The Danube River Restaurant was located by a river in the eastern part of Salem District.

Of course, this wasn’t the actual Danube River, which is the second-longest river in Europe, runner-up only to the Volga River.

The restaurant’s choice to bear the name of the Danube was likely just a gimmick to attract attention.

“Mayor Richie, Chief Clement, and our illustrious Chief Inspector David, welcome to our restaurant.”

The restaurant’s owner was a woman in her thirties with a certain charm. Upon David’s arrival, she greeted them with a coquettish smile, waiting once again.

“Inspector David, this is Ms. Lawrence, a leading entrepreneur in our city and this restaurant is part of their business portfolio.”

Listening to Richie’s introduction, David reached out his hand and said, “Ms. Lawrence, good day.”

“Please, this way inside.”

Ms. Lawrence led David and the others into the restaurant, beyond the main hall, and into a private dining room decorated in a European style.

Barely a minute after sitting down, the servers brought in dish after dish.

There were dishes like French foie gras, caviar, and tuna sashimi… among other top-tier culinary delights from around the world.

“Chief Inspector David, this is your first visit to our restaurant. Please try our specialties and I hope you’ll enjoy them…”

“Mm.”

Having spoken for a good part of the morning, David truly was rather hungry and did not bother with pleasantries. He picked up his fork and knife and began to eat.

However, after only a few bites, his expression changed slightly.

“Is there something wrong, Inspector David? Do these dishes not suit your palate?”

Ms. Lawrence seemed to notice something and couldn’t help but ask.

“No, it’s just that the flavors of these specialties are quite novel to me.”

Although David kept a nonchalant facade, to speak frankly, he had always found Western cuisine quite unpalatable and didn’t quite understand the Western predilection for so-called Borscht, foie gras, and the like.

In his view, these so-called delicacies were merely about prestige, and regarding the actual taste, none were as delightful as Huaxia’s Mapo tofu.

He didn’t understand why those Westerners who had once coveted everything in Huaxia hadn’t bothered to take any recipes?

…

In the time that followed, the attendees did more than just eat. They opened a few bottles of ’83 wine and the toasting began.

David had always thought the culture of drinking at banquets was unique to Huaxia, but to his surprise, it was not uncommon in America either. Under the relentless toasting from Clement and Mayor Richie, he found himself somewhat intoxicated.

Of course, he did not forget the serious issues he was about to face. After 3 p.m., he excused himself from the table, admitting he could not handle any more alcohol, and took his leave.

But the moment he got into his vehicle, the man who had seemed somewhat blurred suddenly had a sharp glint in his eyes.

“The real show is about to start.”

The corners of David’s mouth lifted.

…

At the La Quinta Hotel, on the fifth floor of the building across from it.

At this moment, the man wearing a peaked cap and holding a cigarette focused intently on the entrance of the hotel opposite him.

The arrival of a Chevrolet prompted his expression to tighten instantly, and upon seeing the man who got out of the car, he pressed his earpiece and whispered: “The target has returned to the hotel, I repeat, the target has returned to the hotel!”

And almost simultaneously, receiving this message, many individuals from the Salem City Police Department, Freemasonry, Illuminati, Ansa Group, the military, the Department of Justice, and the FBI started to get anxious.

In room 5012 on the fifth floor of the hotel.

The two inconspicuous men who had appeared earlier were inside, their gaze glued to a laptop. The screen showed David stepping into the hotel elevator.