american tax collector

Chapter 350 David was assassinated?

"Hello Mr. Richie..."

After some familiarity, several people took their seats on the stage one after another, and today's speech event officially entered the topic.

Since David was the protagonist of today's event, he spent the following time talking to the students listening in the audience about the recent tax situation and the general guidelines for the future.

Of course, what students are most concerned about is that now that the tax audit in Silicon Valley has been a success, will the IRS take action against Wall Street, the cradle of finance?

Given that Wall Street influences the economic lifeline of the entire world, David did not give a clear answer immediately. He only told the students that he would make a decision based on the subsequent situation.

In this way, with David continuing to speak and Clement and others continuing to supplement, several hours passed quickly, and it was already 12 noon.

After taking photos and shaking hands with some selected students, Mayor Richie made an announcement that today's speech event came to an end.

"Inspector General David, we have arranged a private room at the Danube Restaurant for lunch. Please do me a favor..."

"Mayor Rich, that's not the case. If that's the case, then I will follow your instructions."

"Haha, let's go then."

Under the escort of security, the group walked out of the school gate, got into their own cars, and headed towards the Danube Restaurant.

Danube Restaurant is located on a river in the eastern part of Seremban.

Of course, this river is not the real Danube. The Danube is located in Europe and is the second longest river in Europe, second only to the Volga River.

I think the reason why this restaurant is named after the Danube is just to add a gimmick.

"Mayor Rich, Chief Clement, and our famous Inspector General David, welcome to our restaurant."

The owner of this restaurant is a woman in her early thirties with a bit of charm. When she saw David and others coming, she greeted them with a charming smile after waiting for them again.

"Inspector General David, this is Lawrence, a big businessman in our city. This restaurant is also one of their businesses."

Listening to Richie's introduction, David also extended his hand to her and said, "Hello, Ms. Lawrence."

"Come on, please come in."

Lawrence led David and his group into the restaurant. After passing through the lobby, they entered a European-style private room.

Just one minute after we sat down, the waiter brought in the dishes one by one.

There are French foie gras, caviar, tuna sashimi, etc., a number of world-class dishes.

"Inspector General David, this is your first time in our restaurant. Please try our specialties. I hope you like them..."

"Ah."

They had been talking at school for a long time, and David was really hungry. He didn't try to be polite, but picked up his knife and fork and started to eat.

However, after just a few bites, his expression changed.

"What's wrong, Inspector David? Are these dishes not to your liking?"

Lawrence seemed to realize something and couldn't help asking.

"No, it's just that the taste of your special dishes is really new to me."

Although David pretended to be nonchalant on the surface, to be honest, he had never been able to get used to these Western cuisines, and he really didn't understand why Westerners were so keen on these so-called borscht, foie gras and other dishes.

In his opinion, these so-called famous dishes are just for show. In terms of real taste, they are not as delicious as China's Mapo Tofu.

I don't understand why those Westerners who came to China stole everything but the recipes?
……

In the following time, everyone was not only busy eating, but also opened a few bottles of 83 red wine and started toasting each other.

David had always thought that drinking culture was something unique to China, but he didn't expect it was also popular in America. Under the attack of Clement, Richie Lawrence and others who lowered their glasses, he also became a little drunk.

Of course, he did not forget the important matters that were about to be faced. After three o'clock in the afternoon, he got up first and said goodbye, saying that he was drunk.

However, the next second after he got into his car, his eyes, which had seemed a little dazed at first, suddenly lit up with a gleam of light.

"The show is about to begin."

David raised the corner of his mouth.

……

La Quinta Hotel, fifth floor of the building opposite.

At this moment, the man in the baseball cap was holding a cigarette in his hand, staring at the entrance of the hotel opposite.

At this moment, the arrival of a Chevrolet made his expression tense instantly. After seeing the man getting out of the car, he immediately pressed his earlobe and whispered: "The target has returned to the hotel. I repeat, the target has returned to the hotel!"

At the same time, many people from the Salem Police Department, Freemasonry, Illuminati, Ansa Group, the military, the Department of Justice, and the FBI who received the news began to get nervous.

On the fifth floor of the hotel, in suite 5012.

The two ordinary-looking men who appeared in the morning were among them, and their eyes were on a laptop computer. From the screen on the computer, it can be seen that David had already walked into the hotel elevator.

"The target has boarded the elevator and is expected to arrive at the destination in one minute..."

The man on the left side of the computer said, pressing the earphone on his earlobe.

Thirty seconds later, David came out of the elevator with Jerry and Munson. However, it can be seen from the picture that David seemed to be walking a little unsteadily and looked obviously drunk.

However, after arriving at the door of the suite, David said something to Jerry and Munson. The two of them looked helpless and finally turned around and left.

As for David himself, he opened the door and walked in.

"The target has entered the room, requesting permission to proceed."

"Do it!"

A voice came from the headset of the ordinary-looking man on the left.

The man immediately took out a device similar to a car key from his pocket, took a deep breath, and pressed it hard.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Seeing that there was no response after pressing the button, the two ordinary-looking men were a little confused and looked at each other.

"Press it again."

Hearing his companion's reminder, the man holding the device pressed it again, but there was still no response. Then he pressed it several times again, but there was still no response.

"Give me."

Another man thought the signal reception was bad, so he took the device, walked to the window, and pressed it hard. "Boom!!!"

The next second, a loud noise suddenly came from above the floor, and countless glass and wall fragments fell from the downstairs, smashing down heavily.

"Success!"

The two men in the room showed a hint of joy on their faces, then they packed up everything in the room as quickly as possible, walked out of the room, and fled the scene among other panicked guests.

"What's going on?"

"Why did an explosion happen upstairs?"

"I bought it..."

At this time, outside the hotel gate, a large number of escaped guests and passers-by were looking at the room above the hotel that was blown up and filled with flames, all with terrified looks on their faces.

A few minutes later, police and firefighters arrived at the scene.

The next group to arrive were the media reporters.

"Hello everyone, there is an emergency in our city. Just now, an explosion occurred at the La Quinta Hotel in our city. Firefighters and police have arrived at the scene to seal it off. The specific casualties are still unknown. Please pay attention to our follow-up reports..."

"Help! Hurry up and save them! It's over! It's all over!"

While the media were still reporting on the incident, suddenly a man in a suit and tie rushed up to the firefighters like crazy, screaming and panicking, attracting everyone's attention.

"Sir, please calm down. The fire is very big now. We have to wait until it dies down before we can enter. Otherwise, it will only cause more innocent casualties. I hope you can understand..."

"Do you know who lives in apartment 1019? It's Inspector General David from the IRS. It's over, it's over now..."

Originally the firefighters, reporters and the public thought that the people living upstairs might be the man's family members and were feeling sorry for him, but unexpectedly the man's words stunned everyone at the scene.

The person living in this exploded suite is David from the IRS?
real or fake?

And if this is true, then this is probably not an ordinary accidental explosion, but most likely a premeditated assassination.

After all, since the introduction of the Black Tax Act, David has relied on this Act to suppress many criminals, as well as a series of capitalists recently.

It is logically understandable that some people in these two groups would behave irrationally.

Another point is that David is no longer an unknown person. He is a senior executive of the IRS and has become one of the most famous people in the United States.

If he really was assassinated, it would be big news that shocked the whole world!

"Sir, is it true that the room that exploded up there is occupied by Inspector General David of the IRS?"

In order to confirm the authenticity of the matter, reporters immediately gathered around.

"I'm the lobby manager of this hotel. I personally booked this room for Inspector General David. And just a few minutes before the explosion, I can confirm that Inspector General David had just returned from a speech. I didn't expect this to happen..."

The man who claimed to be the hotel lobby manager was furious. Even if an ordinary citizen encountered such a thing in their hotel, he would be held responsible, not to mention Inspector General David of the IRS.

If the IRS were to pursue the matter in anger, his fate would probably be extremely miserable.

"I bought it..."

After hearing the confirmation, even the reporters who had covered countless major news stories were stunned for a moment.

“Wow… How could this be? Who was it that planned the attack, Inspector General David?”

"Fuck, they must be those damn criminals. I hope Inspector General David is okay."

"God bless, I hope Inspector General David is okay..."

"Hahahaha, this is retribution. After such a violent explosion, this demon must have been completely destroyed!"

"Without this demon, our interests won't suffer much loss in the future!"

After confirming that David had been attacked by the bomb, many of his fans were naturally extremely saddened and kept praying.

However, for those criminals, this is undoubtedly great news, and many people are even ready to open champagne to celebrate.

Washington, D.C., Bureau of Internal Revenue.

After David's assassination was reported, the entire IRS immediately held an emergency meeting, and at this time all the senior executives including Obadiah and Vertonghen were already in place.

But everyone's face was terribly gloomy.

"Still can't get through?"

Obadiah turned his gaze to Donald who was dialing continuously, and Donald shook his head with a deathly pale face.

"It must be the work of the Freemasons. Tell them to pray that David is okay. Otherwise, our IRS will not do anything else in this life and will fight the Freemasons to the death!"

The White House, Office of the Chief of Staff.

The assistant knocked on the door and walked into the office, saying to Wilder who was handling government affairs: "Chief of Staff Wilder, a big thing just happened. Inspector General David of the IRS was assassinated..."

"What did you say!"

Wilder was also shocked by the news. He immediately asked, "What's the situation?"

"According to current information, David returned to the hotel after attending an event at Salem State University. However, a few minutes later, an explosion occurred in the suite. Judging from the footage captured by the media, the suite was severely damaged. If Inspector General David was really in there, then I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."

He didn't continue, but the implication was obvious.

"Fuck those bastards!"

Wilder slammed his fist on the table, obviously knowing who did it.

He immediately pushed the door open and walked out, heading towards the president's office.

Soon, the White House made the fastest statement, which was to require the local government of Salem to do its best to rescue the injured and do a good job of post-disaster relief.

Apart from the IRS and the White House, the entire America is currently in turmoil over David's assassination.

Hotel La Quinta.

After half an hour of rescue work, the fire caused by the explosion was finally put out.

At this time, the firefighters had arrived at the tenth floor. After a brief search, perhaps due to luck or because the tenants escaped quickly, they did not find any casualties for the time being.

But when they thought about the situation in Suite 1019, everyone's mood fell to the bottom.

The people have been confirmed to have returned to the hotel. The explosion was so severe and the fire lasted for such a long time. Unless the people inside are Golden Immortals, it would be considered lucky if there are still some corpses left.

(End of this chapter)