American Tax Officer-Chapter 729 - 365: Musk’s Choice_2

Chapter 729 -365: Musk’s Choice_2

“Chief Inspector David, if I were to collaborate with you, how much funding would be needed?”

Musk wanted to estimate the number of lawmakers David had reached agreements with through the funding aspect.

“We’ll initially need funding for 50 people, but of course, if you’re willing to provide for more, that would be even better!”

David had also seen through the other’s thoughts, but in the spirit of sincere cooperation, he didn’t just quote the funding—instead, he directly reported the number of people to showcase his confidence!

“What, campaign funding for 50 lawmakers?”

Musk found it unbelievable, this request for him to provide campaign funds for 50 lawmakers meant that David had, at this stage, managed to secure at least 50 or even more lawmakers.

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With that being the case, no wonder David had such confidence to push such a lethal piece of legislation!

“What do you say, willing to work with me?”

“This…”

Musk hesitated, torn.

Honestly, if David had indeed reached agreements with these lawmakers and asked him to provide campaign funds, he’d naturally be willing.

And in fact, any consortium would be willing to do the same.

The reason is simple: Congress is a legislative body, and if its members could represent their interests, then naturally, substantial profits could be expected in the future.

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The current Congress, consisting of hundreds of lawmakers, is controlled by either Freemasonry, the Ansa Group, the Illuminati, or various major families.

Now, with the midterm elections approaching, Congress’s seats will be reshuffled. The key point is that David had also made connections for him, so how could he not be tempted?

But on the other hand, the situation David faced now was too severe, with assassination attempts and targeting. If David did fall, and he had gotten involved, he would surely be liquidated by The Big Three powers.

With that in mind, Musk could only grit his teeth and refuse, “I’m afraid I’ll have to apologize, Inspector David…”

“Don’t be so quick to refuse, Mr. Musk. The midterm elections will take some time to yield results, and I plan to settle this bill in the meantime. You can still make your decision later!”

Upon hearing this, Musk seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Right now, David was in direct opposition to The Big Three groups, so he didn’t want to get caught up in the conflict and become collateral damage.

But, if this bill could really pass through Congress and be enacted, then The Big Three powers would inevitably suffer a great loss of face and even be significantly weakened.

And not only would the Internal Revenue Service’s prestige increase immensely because of settling the bill, but the considerable tax revenue that would result from it would certainly increase the IRS’s scale even further.

If they could strike while the iron was hot, The Big Three might not be able to withstand the pressure and could even be disassembled!

After pondering for quite some time, Musk actually felt that it really might be worth taking a gamble!

“Alright, Inspector David, if you can settle this bill, then I’m willing to collaborate with you and provide financial support for your lawmaker friends!”

Musk, who had built such a vast business, did so not just with brains alone but also with decisiveness and courage.

If this bill could pass, then the IRS would certainly have a significant upper hand—it seemed like a gamble worth taking!

“Very well, Mr. Musk, you indeed are a wise man!”

Seeing that Musk had been persuaded, David was quite pleased. With the support of the world’s richest man, the issue of campaign funds finally seemed to have some resolution!

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Charity auction hall.

Seeing Musk emerge, and appearing quite well at that, Harrington finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But soon after, deep suspicions arose in his heart.

What exactly had David discussed with Musk, and why didn’t Musk seem displeased?

Could it be that David had not lied to him before?

After he had introduced Musk to David, not only did Musk not get angry, but he might also be thankful to him?

As these thoughts flashed through his mind and in order to get a clearer picture, Harrington hurriedly went up to him and said, “Mr. Musk, was your chat with Chief Inspector David… pleasant, I hope?”

“Hmm, quite alright!”

Upon hearing this, Harrington, already puzzled, felt a wave of doubt rising within him.

Although he didn’t understand what the two had discussed, the fact that Musk didn’t seem angered was, in a way, good news for him!

“Right, I have something else to tend to, so I won’t stay here any longer, sorry.”

“Okay, Mr. Musk, until we meet again!”

…

Night, with a bright moon hanging high.

About 10 kilometers away from CIA headquarters, at the base of an apartment building.

“Chief Inspector David, this is where Director Sawyer lives.”

According to intelligence reports, Sawyer was supposed to attend a charity dinner, but for some unknown reason, the guy didn’t show up.

Left with no choice after receiving the documents from Harrington, David immediately found Elvis.

And then, Elvis brought them here.

“How much longer before he returns?”

“Our informants say he went to a safe house to interrogate an important prisoner, it might take him over half an hour to get back.”

“Over half an hour… we might as well go up and sit while waiting for him!”

“Sit… sure!”

Elvis led the way by opening the car door, and everyone else got out in succession, then they entered the apartment building and took the elevator up to the 19th floor.

At that moment, Brod took some tools out of his pocket and quickly unlocked the door. The group surged in and then closed the door behind them.

40 minutes later.

Those sitting inside the room heard footsteps outside, followed by the sound of a key inserted into the door, and then the door clicked open.

“Who are you!”

As soon as he saw the brightly lit room and David’s party, Sawyer’s reaction was swift—if only a second had passed—before he drew his gun and aimed it at David and the others.

“Don’t be nervous, Director Sawyer, it’s me!”

Elvis immediately stood up.

Seeing him, Sawyer also paused, then quickly asked, “Deputy Director Elvis, why are you in my residence, and who are these people?”

Elvis looked a bit embarrassed when questioned like this.

He worked at the CIA Intelligence Agency, and the man before him was the Director of the Intelligence Agency, his boss. It was a big taboo to break into the boss’s house in the middle of the night.

But thinking of how his boss had irritated David, he had no choice but to set aside all other thoughts and pointed behind him, saying, “Director Sawyer, put the gun down, Chief Inspector David would like a word with you!”

“David!”

Sawyer started at the name, then immediately looked behind him, and sure enough, it was David!

Damn, was it because of that issue that had displeased him, and now he had come to find trouble?

“Don’t be nervous, Director Sawyer, please have a seat and let’s talk.”

David’s words interrupted Sawyer’s thoughts.

He sat down on the chair opposite David, then asked, “Chief Inspector David, if there was something you needed, a message would have sufficed for me to come to you. Why bother to make the trip yourself?”

David raised his hand, and Manson behind him immediately handed him the file bag.

Taking it, he tossed it onto the table and said, “Nothing much, just take a look at this, Director Sawyer!”

Although Sawyer’s gaze was filled with confusion, he still picked up the bag and began to look through it.

But the next second, his face went from shock to disbelief, and then to anger.

“Where did you get all this!”

He directed the question at David, but his gaze was fixed on Elvis.

He reasoned that to uncover such secret information about himself, certainly the help of someone inside the CIA was needed.

And who could that insider be?

Other than the Elvis standing before him, who else could it be?