The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 122 No one understands reason better than me
A delicate miniature tranquilizer dart issued from a bracelet on Hayley's left wrist.

It has to be said that Hai Li is a freak of the Chuck family who not only did not get crippled but became stronger and stronger during the cruel training, her combat talent exploded.

The tranquilizer dart landed on the vein in Chuck's neck.

"Holy shit!"

Just when Haili sneaked up, smiling and preparing to play with this serious brother and see his jokes, the tranquilizer dart shot at Chuck was caught between two fingers, and Haili was stunned.

"This unscientific!"

"No one knows more about science than I do."

With a wave of Chuck's arm, the trapped anesthesia dart directly hit Hailey's neck.

"F..."

Hai Li only had time to utter a letter before losing consciousness.

Chuck reached out and grabbed her red hood, knocking her mindless.

Originally, this younger sister had a problem with her head, and if she was injured again, God knows what would happen, so Chuck tried not to hit her forehead in the previous beatings.

In the front house.

The former mother Bran suddenly became sad again.

"what happened again?"

The bald director was very helpless.

"Today is Christmas."

Bran began to weep with sadness.

"Isn't this a happy holiday?"

The bald director persuaded: "Chuck is here, and we still have Hailey."

"It's because Chuck is here that I feel bad."

Bran said in shame: "What a good child he is, and I am a very bad mother. It was Christmas, I left that house and left him, woo woo woo."

"That's it."

The bald chief grinned.

In the past, he would definitely open his mouth and say that this is not your fault, and that it is human nature and right to pursue freedom.

But now, he also has a child, and he is still a little padded jacket. Although he has a tendency to be black-hearted, but he is a little older, and if his daughter is abandoned by his mother on Christmas, he will feel unbearable.

"I still remember Chuck's anxious cry when I left, why was I so cruel back then."

Bran continued to weep. "See what Chuck does now? He's so nice."

"..."

The bald director opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

He was thinking, is there a possibility that Chuck doesn't care at all?
I don't care about the past, and I don't care about you as a mother, so that's why you look so good?
The bald director who called Chuck to invite Chuck to come over for the holiday felt that this possibility was not impossible.

It's just that he didn't dare to say it.

At this moment, Chuck came over, holding Little Red Riding Hood like a chicken, and Hai Li, who had passed out from numbness.

"What's wrong with this?"

The bald director's face darkened.

"She's sleepy."

Chuck continued upstairs, gesturing for Bran to follow with his eyes.

"I'm sleepy."

Bran followed immediately, and said with a smile, "It's good for this little monkey to take a break."

"Wait in my study."

The bald director could only suppress his distress for his black-hearted little padded jacket, and said to Chuck's back.

Chuck carried Hailey into her boudoir, put her on the bed, reminded Bran to give her a medicine massage, then went to the bathroom to clean up, and then went downstairs to the bald director's study.

"coming."

The bald director wanted to keep a straight face because he couldn't control his anger all the time, but when he saw Chuck's expressionless face that hadn't changed for thousands of years, his straight face couldn't help cracking, and he put on a smile .

Chuck nodded, glanced around, and sat down.

"Knowing that you like to be clean, your mother cleans up every day."

The bald director smiled and said, "Even my study is no exception."

Chuck looked at him silently.

"..."

Seeing this, the bald director knew that Chuck was really indifferent to similar normal greetings, and he was even more sure of his immature guess.

Chuck really just doesn't care.

"Okay, let's get down to business."

The bald director shook his head, suppressed his thoughts, and said, "This time I came here to ask you to help with a case. I'm currently in the audit department of the General Administration, focusing on financial crimes. Do you know who the targets are?"

"Black money."

Chuck said calmly.

"Correct."

The bald chief nodded and praised: "You really understand, this is what I'm mainly responsible for."

"No, that's the only thing you're responsible for."

Chuck straightforwardly corrected: "The taxes of the rich at the top have been evaded rationally and legally, and the taxes paid by billionaires are even zero. You can't collect them, and you dare not collect them.

People at the bottom have no money and are precarious. They need welfare subsidies to get by, and you don't get them.

The bulk of tax collection is the middle middle class.

They have houses, cars, and children, and their lives are relatively stable, and their individual strength cannot resist you. As long as you don't push them to the limit and suffer them, you law enforcement agencies can survive.

No matter how hard it is for them, your days will be free and easy.

But if it continues, they will have to unite and shout "Bagamaka" who have been squeezed to the limit.

Normal people in the upper, middle and lower layers are already like this, and there is no room for imagination.

With the increasing crime demands of the Americans, and the associated industries of Liu Bei·Severed Finger Xuanyuan·Ouyang Feng, the huge amount of black money that cannot be put on the table will be a blue ocean market with unlimited imagination, which can provide income for the Internal Revenue Service. Provide new rapid growth points. "

"..."

The corner of the bald director's mouth twitched.

Is this what he should listen to?
But although he didn't want to admit it, this was indeed his main job as a financial crime director.

"This case is about Ouyang Feng and the others."

After adjusting his mind, the bald director said: "They are all cash transactions, which are difficult to track, so even though the bureau repeatedly issued documents stating that as long as they are willing to pay taxes, all information will be kept strictly confidential, they still resist and choose whether to pay taxes or not." It is not good to pay and not pay, so the bureau needs to catch a typical example every once in a while.

The goal this time is very big, involving several big Ouyang Fengs. I will let Detective Susan Green introduce you to the specific situation. She is the financial commissioner of the Internal Revenue Service sent by the bureau this time. She is in charge of this case. You are the consultant. , mainly accounting and auditing consultants, responsible for assisting, how about it, are you interested? "

He still remembered that Chuck chose interesting cases more than anything else, so he asked a special question.

"Have."

Chuck nodded.

This is a big case, and Ouyang Feng and others are involved, there will probably be a famous scene like Ouyang Feng outside, such excitement will definitely greatly increase the negative points.

Of course he was interested.

"That's good."

The bald director breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face.

Although Chuck seemed difficult to get along with and had extremely high requirements in all aspects, the bald director couldn't help but feel a sense of joy after meeting his various requirements and getting his affirmation.

"Is there anything else you want?"

"Have!"

Facing what the bald chief said subconsciously, Chuck nodded as a matter of course.

"……Tell me."

The corner of the bald director's mouth twitched.

"Have you spoken to the CIA yet?"

Chuck asked seriously.

"CIA?"

The bald chief was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Although this case involves multinational Ouyang Fengs, it is mainly handled in China, so there is no need for the assistance of the CIA."

"That's not what I said."

Chuck shook his head: "I'm talking about whether you have contacted the CIA. Don't catch someone from the CIA in the end. Then let them go. I don't like returning without success. Let it go."

"..."

The bald director was speechless and wanted to complain, but he met Chuck's serious eyes, picked up the phone in the study, and could only turn a thousand words into one sentence: "Director Smith, I need to communicate with you..."

That's right!

He was calling the director of the CIA.

Although what Chuck said was very uncomfortable, the bald director had to admit the existence of this possibility after being speechless.

It can even be said that not only does it exist, but it is also very likely.

In fact, the folks have had these rumors for a long time, and they have even become jokes. In his position, they naturally know more.

The United States is the largest Ouyang Feng market in the world, and it has supported Ouyang Fengs all over the world with its own strength. Under the countless profit chains, there is only the possibility of expansion in the future, and there is no possibility of prohibition.

And the CIA, which is responsible for all confidential affairs abroad, is naturally also a link in this chain of interests, and it can even be said to be the most upstream link.

What they say to agencies like the Internal Revenue Service is that since it cannot be banned, it must be controlled, and this chain of interests should be held in the hands of their own people to prevent funds from flowing into the hands of other terrorist organizations.

So, from supporting Ouyang Feng to finally being Ouyang Feng directly, following the direction of the soldiers, he opened up the upstream and downstream chains in one fell swoop, realized industrial integration, reduced intermediate losses, and increased profits.

"He said it wasn't theirs."

After the bald director hung up the phone, he said to Chuck.

"Of course he wouldn't say he was one of them."

Chuck said calmly: "Otherwise, wouldn't it be legal to pay taxes?"

"...Then you still let me contact them?"

The bald director also reacted, speechless.

"That would allow for a reasonable and lawful freedom to fire."

Chuck said frankly: "They deserved it for killing their undercover agent."

"...It's really reasonable."

The bald chief complained.

Now he finally knows how his little padded jacket is so dark, those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black. With such a murderous brother, no matter how white his little padded jacket is, it will become violent and black-hearted.

He really wanted to reprimand education cruelly, but he also knew that before he saw Chuck, he was powerless. Now under the influence of Chuck, his daughter has become more assertive, let alone his wife who blindly protects Chuck because of guilt. .

What else could he do other than complain.

Chuck looked back at him with the obvious look.

He is the most reasonable person.

Everything should be done in accordance with the law as far as possible, and he will give free testimony only when it comes to free testimony.

Ok.

Of course, his soul came from the other side of the ocean in his previous life, and he believed in a saying: "The heart of the people is the heart of heaven, and the heart of heaven is my heart."

(End of this chapter)