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Chapter 82: She is Roy's girlfriend? Envy!
Hearing Irina say this, Roy was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to respond to Irina. What he was thinking was, are you sure you are saying this to me?
As soon as Irina said this, people in the office hall started talking about it again, and the expressions of her colleagues became even weirder.

"Is this woman Roy's girlfriend?"

"No...don't know..."

Richard asked Tom beside him, and Tom shook his head in response.

Irina turned to look at Yarik and said:
"I am Officer Roy's creditor. The loan date is on the contract. Please return it to me after verification."

After reading the contract, Alec noticed the signature:

Irina Monica...

Then he handed the contract to two colleagues behind him. The two IRS auditors looked at the content of the contract and the loan period together and said there was no problem.

Alec turned around and asked, "Ms. Irina, what is your relationship with Officer Roy?"

Irina, who was over 1 meters tall with shoes on, put her arm around Roy and said with a smile, "He's my boyfriend. What? We're boyfriend and girlfriend, so we're not allowed to borrow money?"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an immediate commotion in the police station. Male colleagues cast envious glances at them, while female colleagues had all kinds of weird expressions on their faces.

Mia smacked her lips...

Gordon stood behind Dai Lin with an unhappy look on his face. He was quite surprised to see Irina in the bureau.

Dailin told Gordon what happened to Roy while he was away, and Gordon learned from Dailin that Roy had a "creditor".

What he was thinking was, good boy, if I had known you had a backup plan to guard against IRS tax audits, I wouldn’t have made that call…

Not only did I lose a favor for no reason by making this phone call, but I also owed a favor to the Deputy Director of the IRS Criminal Investigation Bureau.

Although he knew Roy was fine, he became more and more annoyed with Irina. Gordon whispered to Dai Lin:

"Ask Roy to come to my office later."

"Okay, Director."

In fact, Irina had her own purpose for coming to the police station in her best clothes. She wanted Gordon to see many of her things.

……

Facing Irina's question, Alec smiled and shook his head:

"Allow that, that's not what I meant..."

Irina didn't want to waste time talking to an ordinary inspector like Yarik. She looked at him and said:
"Since it's allowed, my boyfriend's tax will be fine, right?"

Alec returned the contract to Irina and said:
"Ma'am, I have a few questions for you."

Irina said nothing.

Alec asked:
"Excuse me ma'am, what do you do?"

Irina smiled and said:
"Are you doubting my source of income?"

Alec nodded:
"I have reason to doubt, ma'am."

Irina took out a business card from her purse and handed it to Alec.

Alec took the business card and saw that it read:

Irina Psychological Counseling Clinic

Looking up at Irina, Alec said:
"This dress of yours must be very expensive, right?"

"Several hundred thousand."

"If ma'am doesn't mind, we'd like to check your tax situation."

"Check me?"

Irina smiled...

She took out another business card from her bag.

Alec took it and looked at it:
Director of Qiangsheng Pharmaceutical

Alec: “…”

Irina asked with a smile:

"Still watching? I still have..."

As she spoke, Irina took out another business card.

Alec took it and looked at it, and was speechless.

As an IRS inspector, he was not afraid of the identity of the lady in front of him, but these business cards "indirectly" proved that the lady in front of him was a rich person.

Yarik turned around, handed the three business cards in his hand to his men, and whispered:

"Make a phone call and check."

"OK……"

The black IRS inspector took the business card, stepped back to the corner, and made a phone call to confirm Irina's identity.

at this time……

Alec's cell phone rang...

When he looked at the calling contact, the name displayed was the deputy director.

Press the connect button:

"Deputy Director, it's me, I'm Alec."

"This... okay, I understand."

"No problem, we'll leave right away..."

"Okay, I know……"

After hanging up the phone, Yalike first looked at Roy, then at Irina, and then turned around and waved to the black subordinate. The black inspector who was on the phone to confirm Irina's identity information put down the phone and trotted back. Yalike took the business card from him and gave it back to Irina:

"Roy's taxes are fine. Sorry to bother you."

Roy and Irina didn't say anything.

Sudden……

Alec's phone rang again...

He took it out again and looked at it.

On the screen, the name displayed was the Director of the Criminal Investigation Bureau.

This time, it’s not the deputy director.

Press the connect button:

"Chief, I'm Alec."

"Who asked you to check that person?"

The voice coming out of the receiver was cold and clearly angry.

Alec swallowed his saliva:

"Director, I...we received a report..."

"Listen carefully. The director general just called me and asked me to transfer you back immediately. Alec, listen carefully. From now on, don't check that person's taxes."

"Yes, yes, I'll go back right away..."

The other party hung up the phone directly.

Beads of sweat the size of beans quickly formed on Alex's forehead, and slowly flowed along the grooves of his cheeks to his chin. The next second, they dripped onto his leather shoes.

Alec swallowed again.

He received two consecutive phone calls, one from the Deputy Director of the IRS Criminal Investigation Bureau and the other from the Director of the IRS Criminal Investigation Bureau. The latter even scolded him and said that it was the Director-General's intention.

This……

He looked at Roy again.

This time, he began to feel apprehensive...

I thought: Roy, who the hell are you? Damn Kane, he only knows how to cause trouble for me, just wait...

"I'm sorry, Officer Roy!"

"It doesn't matter. Legal tax audits are the job of you federal employees."

"Close the team!"

Alec waved his hand and walked straight outside.

Before Alec and the other two left the police station, warm applause broke out in the police station, and colleagues celebrated that Roy was fine.

What I was thinking was that the probability of administrative leave could be increased in the future.

Leaving the Brooklyn precinct.

Alec came to a tree alone.

He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Kane's number.

The call is connected.

Kane's triumphant laughter came from the receiver:
"Haha, old classmate, has that guy's matter been settled? I told you he had a tax problem. How could he, a mere patrolman, afford more than 200 million dollars in medical expenses? Is he going to be sued and go to IRS jail next?"

Angry, Alec suppressed his emotions.

In a calm voice he said:

"Kane, his money is legal..."

"What? How is that possible?"

When Kane heard what Alec said, he became angry and his tone of voice became wrong.

"A large part of it was from the sale of his parents' inheritance, another part was from loans, there is a contract, the contract is formal and real, and a small part is from donations from his colleagues and his salary. Roy has no tax problem, so let's end this matter here."

"Alec, you're not going to check anymore? You said you would help me."

"Sorry, Kane..."

After saying this, Alec hung up the phone. He did not tell Kane that his two direct superiors had called him.

Why didn't you mention this to Kane?
Because Alec felt that he had been fooled by this "old classmate", he would never get involved in this matter again, the water was too deep...

now.

Kane, who was in the new office, had flaming eyes.

He never expected that the relevant materials he had spent several days looking up and organizing would have no effect on that rude boy.

Kane attaches great importance to face.

He must get this face back.

Kane recalled the scene a few days ago when Roy rejected him in public and the mocking expressions of the Brooklyn Police Department officers.

"No one can refuse me."

"In the city of New York, there is no completely clean policeman. I believe your money must be dirty. Roy, either you come to me and work for me, or..."

Kane muttered to himself.

Taking a deep breath, he picked up the phone on the desk:
"Bill, go check on the patrolman named Roy von Weizsäcker in the Brooklyn police station. Check the situation in the neighborhood he governs and find out which gang he is involved with..."

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