American Tax Officer-Chapter 639 - 322: Want to be the Director of the FBI?

Chapter 639: Chapter 322: Want to be the Director of the FBI?

“No matter what, this time you New York Tax Department did make the effort, and I’ll remember this favor.”

“Come on, Director David, we’re all colleagues at the Internal Revenue Service. ‘Helping each other’ is pretty normal!”

Chief Giolioni seemed unconcerned on the surface, but inside, he was overjoyed; he had been waiting exactly for these words from David, and his ‘helping each other’ carried a profoundly significant undertone.

Based on the current situation, as long as the News Corporation was settled, it was almost a sure thing for David to get promoted and enter the head office as a senior official.

And he had remained in his position as the chief of the New York Tax Department for ten years without change.

If David successfully moved to the head office, and this senior official looked out for him, he might not guarantee a promotion into head office as a senior official, but at least the hope to be promoted to state office was great.

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David nodded and replied, “Yes, Chief Giolioni, you’re right. If there’s anything you need help with in the future, just let me know.”

The other party had indeed helped him out these past few days, leaving him indebted. He wouldn’t mind repaying the favor if needed in the future.

Today, Chief Giolioni brought the documents personally mainly to secure this favor and some commitments from David, and now that he had achieved his goal, he naturally did not stay any longer and left after exchanging pleasantries.

David then took out his cell phone and dialed a number, saying, “Tell them they can act now!”

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The next day, in Washington D.C., at the Hoover Building, the FBI headquarters, four men arrived wearing sunglasses and hats, seemingly trying not to attract too much attention.

Indeed, it was David and his party.

“We have an appointment with Agent Gavin.”

“Please wait…”

It took about five minutes before the receptionist came back and said to David and the others, “Gentlemen, please follow me.”

The receptionist led David and his company to the sixth floor, through a long corridor to the deepest part of an office, knocked on the door, got a response, and then opened it.

David didn’t dawdle; he walked straight in and saw a man sitting in the office, an old acquaintance, Agent Gavin from Nevada.

Oh no, to be precise, the former special agent for the FBI in Nevada.

A few months after David was transferred to Los Angeles, due to some reasons, Gavin was stripped of his title as special agent for Nevada and transferred back here to the FBI headquarters.

“Director David, what brings you all the way to Washington D.C.?”

Upon seeing David, Gavin didn’t bother standing up to greet him, and even carried a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

It wasn’t surprising that he was disgruntled toward David.

His demotion and transfer back to headquarters, left to idle away his time, was entirely because he got caught up in David’s troubles.

This all started back when Governor Stevenson approached him in Nevada wanting help against David.

Eventually, Gavin was caught in a bind by David and had to turn his guns against Stevenson.

In the end, Governor Stevenson might have resigned, but with the backing of the Morgan Family, although they couldn’t touch David, targeting him was easy.

Thus, only a few months later, Gavin ended up with his position revoked and returned to headquarters like a salted fish.

“Agent Gavin, there’s no need to harbor such resentment towards me. I’ve come to offer you a favor this time.”

David clearly saw the resentment, but he didn’t care and pulled out a chair and sat down in a swagger.

“Heh, what favor could you possibly have for me?”

What Gavin really wanted to say was, it would be good enough if you didn’t harm me again!

David didn’t waste words anymore, pulling out a document about the News Corporation from his inner pocket and tossing it in front of him.

“What is this?”

Gavin first glanced at the document, then looked up at David with a questioning gaze.

“Just take a look.”

Gavin’s gaze flickered but he eventually picked up the document and began to look through it.

As he absorbed the contents, his expression grew solemn, but at the end, he looked dissatisfied and questioned, “This is the dirt on News Corporation, why give it to me?”

Even though he no longer held a key position in the FBI, he was aware of David’s ongoing struggle against the Freemasonry Group.

He also knew that the current spearhead against Freemasonry was precisely this News Corporation.

“I already said, I came today to bring you a favor, and this is it!”

“You want me to lead an investigation into News Corporation?!”

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Last time dealing with Stevenson, David had made him the scapegoat, so Gavin quickly understood his intention.

“Exactly.”

The Internal Revenue Service couldn’t lead on this matter, but the FBI doing so was most appropriate, given that the FBI had investigated News Corporation years before, and reopening the investigation was plausible.

The reason he had approached Gavin was simple.

Firstly, he had long held compromising information on him, which allowed him to keep Gavin in line.

Secondly, although he was about to be promoted to head office, his foundation was still somewhat shallow, and it was necessary to cultivate and develop his external powers.

Currently, in the CIA, he had Elvis as an ally.