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Chapter 78 Danger! IRS Tax Audit
After looking at Deputy Director Tosa who was awarding medals to Mia and Tom, Gordon quietly left the podium from the back.

If the IRS audit shows up at the bureau, try not to let Tosa see it, as it will have a very bad impact.

After the awarding ceremony is over, Deputy Director Tosa will give a speech.

Gordon decided to go see what the IRS was doing.

Roy naturally noticed Gordon's actions. He turned slightly and glanced in the direction Gordon was heading. Three people in IRS inspection uniforms came into view.

Roy narrowed his eyes slightly and had a bad feeling that these three IRS auditors were probably targeting him.

[Feeling Right: Premonition +1]

Roy: "..."

……

"Hello, Director Gordon Fury, I am the IRS auditor, Alec Palmer." The middle-aged white man in the middle of the three people extended his hand and said.

Gordon shook his hand.

"IRS, Marcin Bird."

"IRS, Bentley Pascal."

The two IRS inspectors next to Alec, the lead inspector, extended their hands.

Gordon shook hands with each of the three men and asked:

"Why are you from the IRS here?"

Alec said to Gordon:

"Your deputy director is here, let's talk in your office."

"Okay, this way, follow me."

Gordon enters the police station.

The other two IRS auditors looked at Roy, who was standing on the podium and had two medals on his chest, and took out a photo from the file bag they were carrying for comparison.

The two nodded to each other, confirming that the man was their target.

Then they also entered the office building.

In Gordon's office.

The two IRS inspectors sat on the sofa, and the team leader Alec sat opposite the desk. Gordon, who had just sat down, took three cigarettes from the cigarette box.

"Sorry, we don't smoke," Alec said.

"Mind?" Gordon asked.

"Don't mind, this is your office, feel free to do as you please."

Alec watched Gordon light a cigarette. The office was filled with smoke and he coughed lightly twice.

The other two also didn't like the smell of smoke, but they didn't say anything.

Gordon lit a cigarette, implying that this is my territory, I can do whatever I want, and I have the final say in my place.

Sometimes there is no need to explain the boss's behavior; you can feel many details from his every move.

Taking a deep puff of Marlboro, Gordon asked:
"This is what you are doing?"

Alec fanned the smoke in front of him with his hand, turned around and took the brown paper document bag handed to him by his subordinate. After opening it, he pulled out the documents inside and pushed them in front of Gordon:
"Commissioner Gordon, a few days ago, we received a report that a police officer named Roy von Weizsäcker in your Brooklyn Police Department had major tax reporting problems."

Hearing Roy's name, Gordon's heart skipped a beat again. He narrowed his eyes slightly, without taking his eyes off Alex. He picked up the document on the desk and looked at it again.

Sure enough, it was Roy’s information…

Placing the file back on the table, Gordon asked:
"He is our police officer. What exactly happened?"

Alec said:
“Through our investigations over the past few days, we found that Officer Roy has a half-sister who is currently hospitalized at Presbyterian Hospital for treatment.

We checked all of Ms. Irene's medical records and retrieved the payment records of the Presbyterian Hospital. We found that within one year and ten months, someone paid a total of $225 million in medical expenses to the hospital. The person who paid this money was Officer Roy. At the same time, we also investigated Officer Roy's income records. Based on his current salary, it is impossible for him to afford Ms. Irene's medical expenses. Therefore, we have reason to suspect that Officer Roy has other unknown income. As for the source of income, we, the IRS, do not care, but this money has not been reported for tax and has entered our jurisdiction. "

Gordon had already guessed without Alec saying anything that he just wanted to hear what the other party had investigated and some related details.

Gordon continued smoking and exhaled slowly:
"I know Officer Roy's family situation. I know his sister was in a car accident and has been lying in the ICU ward of Presbyterian Hospital."

Alec nodded.

Gordon continued:

"Do you have solid evidence? Are you going to take Roy away today?"

Alec continued to nod:
"Yes, according to the relevant evidence we have, Officer Roy is highly suspected of tax evasion. We are here today to ask Roy some questions. If there are any problems, we will take him away. If there are no problems, everyone will be safe."

Gordon nodded:

"Well, the deputy director of our General Administration is awarding medals outside. I hope that after he leaves, you can..."

Before Commissioner Gordon could finish his words, Alec readily agreed.

The face that should be given should still be given.

About an hour later...

Gordon left the office to see Deputy Director Tosa off.

In the office lobby...

The police officers returned to their workstations one after another. During the process, everyone was talking and laughing. The subject of their conversation was of course Roy. Their words were full of envy, congratulations and blessings.

Roy had just returned to his workstation and sat down when two people appeared in front of him. They were tall and sturdy, at least 1 meters tall, around 85 years old, one black and one white, wearing IRS uniforms. From their slightly bulging waists, it could be seen that they were holding pistols.

Naturally, his colleagues also noticed the situation on Roy's side. They all looked at him in surprise and started to talk.

“Why are the IRS people here?”

"They are on Roy's side. Is there something wrong with Roy's taxes?"

"Well, it's possible. Roy has a sister who is in the hospital. I heard that the treatment costs are very high, and the insurance company has stopped paying."

"This...Is there really something wrong with Roy?"

"Maybe... it's hard to say..."

"No way."

Whispers filled every corner. Even colleagues on other floors, after receiving the news, came downstairs and stood in the distance, looking at Roy.

Mia stood up and was about to come over when she saw Roy pressing his hand on her, signaling her not to come over. Mia sat back in her seat with a worried look on her face.

Roy did not stand up, but leaned back in his swivel chair and looked 45 degrees upward at the two IRS tax auditors in front of him.

at this time……

Another IRS inspector, Alec, walked out of Gordon's office, crossed a corridor, came to the office lobby, and went straight to where Roy was.

At this moment, Gordon was outside seeing off Deputy Director Tosa and was not here. Instead, Dai Lin was standing not far away, observing these IRS tax auditors.

"Officer Roy von Weizsäcker."

Arriving in front of Roy, Alec spoke first.

"Yes, I am. What's up?"

"I'm Alec Palmer from the IRS. We've received a report that you have serious tax problems. We now suspect you of tax evasion..."

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