American Tax Officer

To maintain order on the reservation, teams of Native American police patrolled the area, wearing traditional uniforms, feathered headdresses, and carrying firearms, their demeanor solemn.

Meanwhile, deep within the reservation, in a house adorned with an eagle totem.

"Senator Angstorm, is the tax agency really that difficult to deal with?"

Inside the room, seven or eight people clad in Native American traditional attire were gathered, including Senator Angstorm and a gaunt old man wearing a white feather crown, sitting separately at the front row.

The one who asked the question was an elderly man seated on the lower left side; his name was Tewin Omaha, Dieter's father.

"According to the federal constitution, the tax agency has the authority to freeze anyone's account, seize anyone's property, and possesses all investigative powers in tax matters. Additionally, it has its own lawyers, courts, judges, and armed forces. Would you say that is difficult to handle?"

Angstorm's words made the Native Americans present gasp in shock.

Being Native Americans who enjoyed special tax privileges granted by the American government, they had never dealt with this department before and were unaware of its capabilities.

It was only after Angstorm's explanation that they realized their tribal member might have truly gotten into trouble!

Tewin pleaded, "Senator Angstorm, no matter how difficult the tax agency is, that's still my son. Please, I'm asking for your help..."

Angstorm's face showed difficulty as he responded, "Everything else is negotiable, but your son dared to attempt assassination on a tax agency member; that part is tough to resolve..."

"No matter what..."

Just as Tewin wanted to continue speaking, a disturbance from outside caused everyone to look over involuntarily.

Soon, two Native American men arrived, carrying the somewhat unconscious Dieter, followed by Virginia who dared not lift her head.

Seeing such a big issue at hand and Dieter still acting carelessly infuriated the Native Americans present.

His father, Tewin, rushed up to him, continuously slapping his cheek, cursing, "Dammit, wake up... bring some ice water!"

Before long, the Native American men brought up two buckets of ice water and, at Tewin's signal, immediately doused Dieter with it.

The icy chill brought the groggy Dieter to a clearer state of mind rather quickly. He looked around at the scene then towards his father.

His father, however, scolded him, "Dammit, where were you last night?"

"Last night..."

Dieter rubbed his head. Last night, after returning to the tribe, he didn't immediately go back to the family because his addiction kicked in, and instead, he found a place to indulge excessively for a while.

Tewin grabbed Dieter's collar, demanding, "I'm asking you, why did you order someone to assassinate a member of the tax agency? Why did you do it?"

Tewin might have been alright without mentioning this, but as soon it was brought up, he became livid, breaking free from his father's grip, cursing, "That damned tax agency, that damned David, it's one thing to take other people's taxes, but he even dares to tax me?"

"The tax policies we enjoy are granted by this country; what right does he have to tax me, and why on earth should I pay him!"

Dieter was a pure racist.

In his view, those white people who had massacred their race and forcibly driven them away from their homes owed them. These tax policies and special privileges should be considered compensation!

Yet the tax agency and David dared to take what was supposed to compensate him—how could he tolerate that?

This was the reason he had resolved to eliminate David!

"Yes, if your business were legitimate, the tax agency would naturally respect the tax privileges granted by the nation to you. But, Dieter, you need to understand, is what you're holding a legitimate business? The tax agency's actions under the Black Tax Act are entirely appropriate!"

This time Angstorm spoke.

Although a senator, with high power and authority in Las Vegas and even in the state of Nevada, he was honestly reluctant to get involved in such matters.

After all, this was a matter involving the tax agency, and as a senator, he knew better than anyone how tricky they were to deal with.

However, he had no choice; first, he had financial connections with the Omaha Family, and second, he needed the votes of the Indian Tribe.

"Even if my business isn't legitimate, the tax agency can't..."

"Shut up!"

Before Dieter could continue, the old man with the white feather crown beside Angstorm interrupted him.

Seeing him speak up, even the volatile Dieter obediently closed his mouth.

The elder was none other than the chieftain of the tribe, Gael Omaha.

Gael looked at Dieter with an authoritative tone, "List your assets and pay whatever taxes you owe to the tax agency immediately!"

Although Dieter was extremely unwilling, he dared not defy his uncle's authority publicly and acquiesced to the command. MVLeMpYr-unofficial-text

Then, Gael turned to Angstorm and spoke in a more congenial manner, "Senator Angstorm, I'm going to need your assistance with this matter!"

Upon hearing this, Angstorm's expression darkened slightly before he reluctantly replied, "Chief Gael, if it weren't for the assassination attempt, this matter could be negotiable, but now…it's a bit complicated to resolve..."

"No matter what, my tribal member cannot just be sent to jail, no matter the cost or the resources, we must find a solution!"