American Tax Officer

"United States Tax Bureau Inspector, quite interesting!"

Before the mirror, a man was intently examining his own appearance.

His skin was slightly yellowish, resembling that of Asians, but his eyes were blue, thanks to his father being Caucasian and his mother Asian.

Despite appearing more Asian, his mixed heritage still left subtle traces on his face, making his overall appearance unique and charming.

He was called David.

Ten minutes ago, he had crossed over into this body.

The body's original owner was an inspector from the Las Vegas branch of the United States Tax Bureau.

Don't underestimate this position.

The famous American politician Benjamin Franklin once said, "In the United States, only death and taxes are unavoidable."

And the world recognizes these as the four most deadly acts:

Dealing drugs in China; enforcing drug prohibition in Mexico; prohibiting alcohol in Russia; and evading taxes in the United States.

From this, one can see how powerful this department is.

And indeed,

the power of the United States Tax Bureau is indeed enough to scare people to death.

They have their own army, weapons.

What's most chilling is that their weapons and equipment are in no way inferior to those of the most elite units of the United States Navy and the Marine Corps.

In addition, the Tax Bureau also has its own courts, lawyers, and judges.

As soon as they suspect you of tax evasion,

they can summon you to assist in the investigation without any procedures, freeze your account funds, and ultimately send you to prison.

Even if you are a state governor, a high-ranking Cabinet official, or even the President, you can't escape.

This may sound somewhat sci-fi and ridiculous.

After all, the United States is a country that advocates for democracy, freedom, and freedom of speech – how could it tolerate such tyranny from the Tax Bureau?

But in fact, be they a President or a common citizen, such is the power granted to the Tax Bureau by the United States Constitution!

When facing unfair treatment from agencies like the FBI or the CIA, you can fight them with the law.

But when facing the Tax Bureau,

the Tax Bureau will tell you that the interpretation of the law is in their hands!

The United States Tax Bureau is just that overbearing!

"I think I can handle this job!"

David's smile grew brighter. In his previous life, he was a police officer, adept at investigating cases and arresting criminals.

In this life, becoming an inspector for the 'Dongchang of the United States', the Tax Bureau, with power and authority – wouldn't he be even more like a fish in water?

"Dun dun dun dun dun... dun dun dun..."

The classic iPhone ringtone interrupted the self-satisfied David. He walked over to the table, picked up the phone, and pressed the answer button: "Mo Ning Nisen."

"Mo Ning David, I'm downstairs at your place. Hurry up, we're starting the operation today!"

David walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, pulled open the curtains, and looked down against the glaring sunlight to see a black Volvo parked downstairs.

"Hold on, I'll be right down."

David quickly dressed in formal wear, fastened his service gun to his waist, and hurried downstairs, pulling open the car door and sitting in the passenger seat.

"Old town's hot dogs, bought one for you on the way!"

Nisen, full name Nisen Martinez.

He was a white man in his thirties, with naturally curly but neatly trimmed short hair that looked polished.

Possibly because he had retired from the United States Marine Corps, he had a robust physique and solid muscles resembling a sturdy stele.

Like the police force, the United States Tax Bureau operates on a partner system.

The so-called partner system

is a grouping of two individuals, mainly aimed at supporting each other in times of danger, and secondarily to enforce mutual supervision.

After all, the powers of the Tax Bureau are too great.

Inevitably, some inspectors with ulterior motives might abuse the name of the Tax Bureau to engage in corruption and intimidation.

The existence of this system greatly prevents such phenomena from happening.

And now, Nisen and David are partners in the same group.

"Thanks!"

David turned his head to receive the hot dog passed by the other, but the lines of information floating above the other's head froze his reaching hand mid-air.

[Name: Nisen Martinez.]

[Occupation: United States Tax Bureau Inspector.]

[Monthly income: $7,800.]

[Income source: Fixed monthly salary, bonuses...]

[Expenditures: December 3, 2021, $600 tip at Main Street Strip Club, December 4, $128 spending at Sam's Restaurant, December 5...]

[Tax liability: None.]

[…]

"Is this... a system?!"

David had read many novels, and he knew that many protagonists had systems or Golden Fingers as their BUG.

But when this thing appeared in his own life, he was still taken aback.

However, he quickly tried to calm his emotions.

To confirm his suspicion, he immediately turned his head and looked at a passerby nearby.

[Name: Sam Johannes.]

[Occupation: Courier.]

[Monthly income: $3,800.]

[Expenditure details: ...]

[Tax liability: None.]

[…]

"Indeed..."

After David's verification, he was certain that this indeed was his Golden Finger!

Under the observation of this Golden Finger, he could brazenly access the personal information of these targets.

From now on, no one could evade taxes under his watch!

But that wasn't even the most important part.

The most significant was on December 3, 2021, which was just last month.

The United States Congress had officially passed a policy known as the 'Crime Proceeds Taxation Law.'

This law stipulated that

from now on, whatever income you earned from activities such as robbery, prostitution, drug trafficking, etc., must be declared and taxed in full by the Tax Bureau.

And this law was officially disseminated from the headquarters in Washington D.C. to all the local branches around the country, becoming a top-priority task.

To motivate the 140,000 employees across the country,

Washington D.C. Headquarters had also offered various rewards for salary increases and promotions.

Now that David had such a Golden Finger, wasn't his opportunity to rise meteorically at hand?

"What's up, David?"

Nisen, looking at David alternating between daydreaming and smiling, asked with a curious face.

"Nothing... just realizing what a wonderful day it is!"

Of course, David couldn't tell him about the Golden Finger; he could only laugh it off.

"Maybe... Let's get to work!"

Nisen didn't waste any more words, started the car, and drove towards the main road not far away.

Las Vegas.

A city of miracles built upon the desert, its web of streets a vast maze, crisscrossed and uniquely spectacular.

On the way, a sea of neon lights, a diverse array of casinos, hotels, and shops had everything one could want.