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Chapter 80 Who reported Roy to the IRS?
Irina is like this every time she talks to Roy, so coquettish.

Fortunately, the volume of Roy's cell phone was not turned up high. It would have been a bit embarrassing if others heard it. After all, this was in the bureau and his colleagues were all "serious people".

Roy smiled and said into the microphone of his mobile phone:

"I'm in the bureau, you..."

"Oh, so you're in the police station. I heard you killed someone again yesterday? Roy, you're really a devil. How do you feel about being awarded the medal today? Do you feel good to be watched by so many people?"

Irina is really well-informed. This news should not have been told to her by Gordon. If it was not told to her by Gordon, then there is only one possibility. Besides Gordon, there is someone related to Irina in the bureau, or Irina's spy.

Who is this person?

Roy didn't think about this question now, and said directly:

"I have something to do with you."

"what's up?"

"The IRS tax auditors are here with me right now, and they want to see you about the loan I made to you."

"IRS? No problem, I'll be there right away. Roy, you have to know that this is just you. If it were someone else..."

Irina didn't continue the conversation.

Roy naturally knew what Irina meant.

"I understand everything..."

What I mean is, I owe you a favor and I will repay it. Don't worry, let me repay the favor for me tonight.

There are too many people here, so some things are hard to say.

"Just understand. Wait for about an hour."

After saying that, Irina hung up the phone.

Closing the phone cover, Roy said to Alec:
"She just got off the plane and is coming this way in about an hour."

Alec nodded:

"Okay, we'll wait here..."

Dai Lin arranged for two police officers to move chairs for the three IRS inspectors. The two inspectors calculated and checked the documents Roy gave them at a nearby desk, and at the same time called the relevant departments to inquire about the file number and confirm its authenticity.

Alec sat directly opposite Roy, staring intently at the man in front of him who had two medals on his chest, symbolizing the highest honor of the NYPD.

While waiting, Roy began to think about who had reported him.

Alexander Mahone?

Kane Geberit?
These were the only two people Roy could think of at the moment.

Outside the Brooklyn police station.

Gordon saw Deputy Chief Tosa off.

After watching Tosa's convoy leave the parking lot, Gordon immediately took out his cell phone from his pocket, found a number in the address book, and dialed it.

A few seconds later, the call was connected...

"I'm Gordon Fury."

"Commissioner Gordon, what's wrong?"

"I have something to ask of you."

"What happened? Tell me."

"One of the officers in my department may have some tax problems. Your IRS people are here to check on him. They are currently in my police station. I would like to trouble you to transfer them away. Please do not check the tax status of this subordinate of mine."

"He's just a subordinate. Do you need to call me? Why? Is this person important to you?"

"Yes, it is very important to me."

"Then...if I help you with this, our relationship will be even, and I won't owe you any favors."

"Hahaha, ok, no problem. I owe you a favor this time."

"Tell me what is the name of the inspector leading the team?"

"Alec Palmer."

"OK, wait for my news, but it may take a while. The Minister of Finance will come to inspect me soon. I will do it for you after I receive him."

"OK……"

The call ended and Gordon lit up a Marlboro.

The person who spoke to Gordon was the deputy director of the Criminal Investigation Bureau under the IRS. It was Gordon who sent people to dispose of his wife's body, and the scavenger who was responsible for disposing of the body was Roy.

Gordon did not take his money, but asked for a favor.

at the same time……

Several luxury cars were parked in the private parking area of ​​New York Airport.

The cabin door of a Gulfstream private jet slowly opened.

Irina, wearing sunglasses, was the first to get off the plane. Behind her followed several middle-aged and elderly white men with bloated bodies and big ears. Judging from their temperament, body shape, and appearance, the identities of these white men were definitely not simple.

Irina got into a Maybach.

in the car,

Irina took out her encrypted phone and dialed a number. "Mr. Senator, this is Irina Monica."

"What's wrong, Irina?"

"I want to trouble you with something."

"Tell me..."

"I have a friend who is currently being troubled by the IRS. I would like to ask you to tell the director of the IRS not to bother this person in the future."

"Friend? You'd call me for a friend? Irina, based on what I know about you, you wouldn't call me for a friend, right?"

"Because this person is quite special..."

"Special? Who is he?"

"His father was Jacob von Weizsäcker."

There was silence on the other end of the phone...

After a long pause, the senator replied:

"Okay, I know……"

Snapped--

Irina closed the cover of her phone and smiled.

Take out another phone and dial.

"It's me. Find the file numbered 404 in my filing cabinet. Place it on the passenger seat of the Lamborghini. Get the car ready. I'll go back and get it now."

"Yes!"

After hanging up the phone, Irina looked out the window at the towering Empire State Building.

She murmured:

"Roy von Weizsäcker..."

Inside the Brooklyn police station.

The two IRS tax auditors have verified the authenticity of the documents. Alec took a sip of the coffee brought by Dai Lin and said:
"We have confirmed that there is no problem with the 165 million. When will your borrower arrive?"

Roy glanced at the time on his wrist and replied:

"About half an hour..."

Alec nodded.

About twenty minutes later...

Roy's cell phone rang.

I opened the cover and saw an unfamiliar number.

The answer button was pressed.

A familiar voice came from the receiver.

"Roy, in the bureau?"

"Kane? What's going on?"

The caller was Kane Geberit, who has now been officially promoted to Deputy Director of the Special Investigations Division of the NYPD Bureau of Investigation.

"It's nothing special. I have a friend in your department. He just told me that you are under tax investigation by the IRS. Is it true?"

Kane's tone was sarcastic when he said this.

"So it's you..." Roy replied.

"What is me? You don't think I reported you, do you? It's not me, don't make any mistake. I'm here to help you solve your problem. How could I report you?"

"Haha!" Roy laughed.

"Roy, I forgive you for your rudeness last time. As long as you agree to work in my Special Investigations Division, I can help you solve the IRS problem right now. As long as I make a phone call, the IRS auditors will leave immediately. When you come to me, they will never bother you again. What do you think?"

"Kane, Deputy... Director, I'm sorry to disappoint you. I can tell you clearly that there is no problem with my tax affairs. As for working for you, I still have no interest in it."

Snapped--

Roy hung up the phone.

Kane's face on the other end of the phone suddenly turned gloomy.

Kane gritted his teeth: "Good boy..."

……

About five minutes passed.

Outside the police station, there was a huge roar of an engine...

The 5.7-liter V12 naturally aspirated Diablo was parked in front of the main entrance of the police station.

Scissor doors open...

A pair of white diamond-studded Givenchy high heels stepped out of the car door...

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