American Tax Officer

Being in Elko City, he wasn't too familiar with the situation in Rio City, nor aware of what had been happening in Los Angeles and at the headquarters. Therefore, when David's account suddenly received 56 million yesterday, he was merely shocked but had little clarity about the origin of the tax money.

"That's right."

Upon confirmation, Emma's eyes blazed with heat in an instant.

If David's 56 million came from GCO Prison, then the prison under their jurisdiction was sure to involve no small sum.

Forget about getting 20%, even 10% would likely bring in a windfall!

With this thought, he didn't hesitate any longer and immediately nodded, saying, "If Director David says 20%, then it's 20%."

"Alright, then I'll get to it."

As David stood up, Emma immediately asked with concern, "Director David, don't you need our assistance here?"

"No need, I've almost finished my investigation. I just need to go there and check the accounts."

"Alright then..."

The GCO Prison in Elko City was located in the southeast, near the edge of Interstate 80. By the time David and others arrived, it had been an hour.

In the office area inside the prison, the Warden was processing documents in the office when suddenly a prison guard stormed in and disrupted his thoughts. He asked displeasedly, "What is it, Lackey?"

"There's trouble, Warden Adan. That David from the National Tax Bureau is here. He wants to take a look inside our prison."

"What did you say!"

Upon hearing this, Warden Adan's buttocks seemed to spring up from his seat.

As the Warden of a prison under the jurisdiction of GCO Corporation, he was well aware of the situation at Rio City Prison.

He knew that after David's visit to that prison, it was in chaos, causing nearly 80 million in losses to the company headquarters, and the management was furious.

And if his prison were to face the same situation as Rio City Prison, wouldn't his tenure as Warden be over?

But now that David had arrived, it was unrealistic to not let him in.

After all, didn't the Indian Tribe initially refuse to let David in? In the end, David had stormed in with armed forces.

He couldn't be the second Indian Tribe.

With that, he could only reply through gritted teeth: "Then let him in."

"Yes."

At the prison gate.

The informed prison guard walked up to David and said, "Director David, you may enter now."

David and his party didn't dawdle and stepped right into the prison.

Like the GCO Prison in Rio City, the layout of this prison was similar, with zones A, B, C, and D.

And in these zones, there were also special cells and consumption for profit.

Three hours later.

David, who had finished his examination, said to the guard who had escorted him on the tour, "Notify your Warden. Tell him I want to talk to him."

The guard didn't dare say much and immediately turned to convey the message.

About ten minutes later, he returned and said, "Please follow me, Director David."

David followed his lead, moving through zones A and B to the central office area and entered an office.

[Name: Emma Dielma.]

[Occupation: Warden of Nevada GCO Prison.]

[Income: Monthly legal income of 14,000 US dollars, illegal income of 2.8 million US dollars.]

[Income Details: Generated through exploitation of prisoners, acceptance of corporate kickbacks...]

[More Details:...]

[Owed Tax Amount: 1,108,800 US dollars.]

"Director David, hello."

"Warden Emma, hello."

After handshakes, David sat down and said, "Warden Emma, you must have heard about the situation at Rio City Prison, haven't you?"

"I know a little..."

"Well then, I'll cut to the chase. I've done my investigation, and many people in your prison have a considerable amount of illegal income, including you, Warden Emma. Since the enactment of the Black Tax Act, you've accrued about 2.8 million US dollars through exploiting prisoners and accepting kickbacks from corporations.

According to the tax rate, you would need to pay us around 1.1 million dollars..."

Hearing this, Emma's heart sank. Although he hadn't calculated the exact amount of illegal income over the past few months, the 2.8 million figure reported by David was about right.

It seemed that they had been investigating him for a while.

"Of course, my primary purpose for coming here isn't to have you pay for the illegal income. Based on my investigation and your operating model, you've likely underreported around 140 million in taxes over these years, isn't that right, Warden Adan?"

"No, our prison hasn't falsified the tax amounts, all the ledgers match, and this is also on record with the National Tax Bureau."

Adan was frantic.

David could demand he pay for the illegal gains, and he could oblige.

But if his prison were exposed for a massive amount of unreported taxes like Rio City's, he would likely face the wrath of the company's senior executives.

David didn't bother to argue. He took out his phone, located Caroline's number, and dialed it.

"Director David?"

The call was quickly answered, and Caroline's voice came through the other end.

"It's me, Miss Caroline. I'm currently in Elko City, Nevada, inside one of your GCO prisons. From what I've gathered, this prison seems to have underreported around 140 million in taxes over the years. What do you think?"