American Tax Officer

In front of the IRS city office in Henderson City.

Local media, as well as media from surrounding cities that had caught wind of the news, had already set up early to broadcast from the scene.

"Good morning, citizens, it is now 8:20 AM, with 40 minutes remaining until the IRS's court session begins. We can see that the City Hall, City Council, and some entrepreneurs from Henderson City have already been invited and arrived here. Let's see what will happen next..."

While the various media were busy reporting, the invited guests were indeed arriving at the scene one after another, entering the city office.

"Director David is here!"

Around 8:40 AM, someone shouted this from the crowd, and the media, previously busy with their reporting, turned their heads in unison.

And indeed, David had walked over from the parking area.

Because of the armed operation previously led by David; and the upheaval in Sparks and now in Henderson, he had already become a significant figure in terms of media traffic.

As such, upon his appearance, the media immediately rushed over with their microphones, hoping to interview him before the session to gain some viewership.

"Director David, does the IRS have confidence in convicting those two City Hall members in this trial?"

"Director David, if you can't secure a conviction, how will the IRS explain this to City Hall and the citizens?"

"Say a few words, Director David..."

Faced with the media's barrage of questions, David showed no intention of responding.

And the two Buckynisons in front of him acted like two solid moving walls, escorting him all the way into the city office lobby.

"Director David!"

Jennifer Edward and others had already arrived here and were in conversation with officials from other branches as well as those from the city office.

As soon as she saw David arrive, she immediately went up to him and asked with concern,"How are you, Director David, did you sleep well last night?"

David replied with a relaxed face,"Quite well."

"Oh yes, let me introduce you, this is our city office's..."

In the time that followed, Jennifer introduced David to the Chief, Deputy Chief, and other high-ranking officials from the branches.

Although in terms of rank, each of these individuals was several levels above David, his recent high profile meant that everyone in the IRS system was well aware of his position.

As long as David didn't make any major mistakes in the future, he was bound to rise meteorically.

Even being transferred to the General Office to take a high position was not an impossibility.

Therefore, whether it was the City Office Chief or other branch chiefs, they were all exceedingly polite to David.

"It's about time, we should go in!"

As they spoke, it was already 8:50 AM and Jenny suggested they go up to the courtroom to prepare for the trial's commencement.

Consequently, everyone took the elevator together and arrived at the 7th-floor courtroom.

And as everyone gradually entered and sat down, the clock struck 9 AM sharp.

"All rise!"

Down the aisle came a white male, around forty-something years old, dressed in a black judge's robe.

His steps were steady and forceful, as if displaying his authority and solemnity to those present.

"Please be seated, everyone!"

Once he reached the judge's bench, and sat down, the audience members who were there by invitation also took their seats all at once.

"Bring in the accused!"

Upon his command, Sharp and Clement were escorted through a different passage.

Perhaps because of the examples set by Bitcher and Adelaide, these two men now appeared somewhat haggard and uneasy, lacking the air and demeanor they once had in their high positions.

"Accused Sharp, Clement, the court charges you with tax evasion on a grand scale. Moreover, as public officials aware of the Black Tax Bill, you still chose to break the law, which is of an extremely serious nature. Do you have anything to say for yourselves?"

In response to Judge Sandy's interrogation, the City Hall's legal advisor, Bensum, stood up first from the lawyer's seats to contend,"Your Honor, I firmly believe my clients are innocent. If you wish to convict them, please present the evidence!"

Sandy didn't speak but opened a document bag that was already on the table and took out several files and documents, declaring,"These are the findings of Director David and Valley Branch's investigation into the illegal dealings of Sharp and Clement with some criminals, which have been verified as accurate!"

Upon hearing the verification was accurate, the color drained from the faces of Sharp and Clement at the defendants' bench.

And the officials from City Hall and others in attendance became nervously unsettled.

"Your Honor, may I please view these documents?"

Bensum naturally couldn't just sit by passively.

He wanted to scrutinize the files himself, to see if they were valid and if they were, whether there was any point of counterattack to be found within them.

Sandy didn't refuse but passed the documents to a court clerk.

The clerk, after receiving them, approached the lawyer's side, handing them over to Bensum.

Bensum pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose and began to examine them closely.

However, as the contents of the documents surfaced before his eyes, his expression grew increasingly grim.

As an outstanding lawyer, he could instantly discern whether a document was real or whether it had signs of forgery.