American Tax Officer

"Director, looking at those Illuminati folks, they don't seem like the type to just let things go,"

Bucky's slightly worried voice called out as they returned to a lounge on the aircraft carrier.

"After we 'extorted' them for so much, I'd be surprised if they took it lying down, but now that we know who they all are, we don't need to be too afraid of them!"

Truth be told, David had been somewhat wary of the Illuminati before.

The reason was that the organization was too mysterious, and mysterious things often command a certain respect and fear.

But now that he had visited that island, seen who their members were, and understood their background, David wasn't particularly intimidated by them anymore.

If those people quietly accepted the situation, that would be fine, but if they dared to cause any trouble, he would show them why the flowers are so red!

"We rarely get to enjoy days like these, don't think too much, just relax for these couple of days."

...

During the time it took to return to Washington, Los Angeles had erupted in turmoil.

The reason was simple: David hadn't been seen for several days, which led to a lot of gossip and rumors. Some said David was killed while investigating Satoshi Nakamoto, others suggested he was injured—there were various rumors, but no conclusive outcome.

At the Los Angeles IRS, no matter how much the media probed for news, the higher-ups didn't reveal anything, which only further fueled rampant public speculation.

On July 2nd, as the USS Washington entered the Port of Los Angeles, David and his companions, along with Lindon and other navy personnel, said their farewells one by one, then boarded vehicles to head back towards the city office.

Los Angeles IRS.

Today, a large throng of media had already arrived early, hoping to catch some news about David's 'disappearance'.

Just then, David and his group arrived at the entrance in a Chevrolet. When the car doors opened and the four of them stepped out, the scene instantly erupted into commotion.

"Director David, that's Director David, he's finally shown up!"

"All that talk about Director David being harmed or injured while investigating Satoshi Nakamoto can now be confirmed as an utter rumor!"

"Crazy talk, Director David is the face of the IRS now; who would dare touch him unless they're seeking death!"

In any case, seeing David appear unharmed, many people breathed a sigh of relief.

After learning of David's return, the various higher-ups in the office immediately sought him out to inquire about the progress of the events, and he did not conceal anything. He told them that the trip had gone fairly smoothly and that once the data on Satoshi Nakamoto was tallied and sent to the Illuminati, they should be able to receive the tax payment without any issues.

Hearing this, of course, made everyone quite pleased, and they immediately rallied their departments to begin calculating the data posthaste.

By noon, Kepel brought him a set of data.

Based on over 1.1 million Bitcoins under Satoshi Nakamoto's control, they needed to pay the IRS 12.36 billion US Dollars in capital gains taxes. Including the suspected taxes from criminals using Tribit for transactions, the total came to 20.16 billion US Dollars.

While 20 billion seemed like an astronomical amount, considering the nearly trillion-dollar market value of Bitcoin, the 20 billion paled in comparison.

Of course, collecting this 20 billion was only an appetizer for them, as Bitcoin was now subject to the IRS tax system, and they would need to pay a sum of tax to them every month—this was where the real money was at!

David picked up his phone and dialed Archbishop Augustine's number to say, "Archbishop Augustine, we've done the calculations here; you need to pay us a tax amount of 20.16 billion US Dollars."

"20.16 billion? Are you joking? Even if you calculate based on the Bitcoins owned by Satoshi Nakamoto, there's no way the tax could be that much!"

"Oh, right, I forgot to mention, Satoshi Nakamoto's taxable amount is 12.36 billion. As for the additional amount, that comes from the taxable revenue generated by criminals using your Bitcoin transactions."

"What are you talking about, the taxable revenue from criminals' Bitcoin transactions? Then go collect from them, why are you asking us to pay?"

"This platform was created by you, and it seems you've collected quite a fee for supervision. I can only ask you for this money; you can then ask those people for it."
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Firstly, Bitcoin is a cryptocurrency; they could only trace rough transaction data on their side, without much detail about who the traders were.

Secondly, with so many people around the world using Bitcoin, it's not like he could possibly go and collect from each one, right?

So, the best outcome was to collect the money from the controlling party of Bitcoin, and as for how they would communicate with those criminals, that was their business.

The Illuminati surely had their own methods to handle it.

Over in the Vatican, Augustine was so angry he felt his scalp tingling; being pressured by David to give up a cut of Satoshi Nakamoto's interests had already been excruciating.

And now, on top of that, they were even being saddled with the criminal's debts, which was absolutely outrageous!

Just as Augustine was about to explode, Sandy took over the phone at his side and replied, "Fine, we will transfer the money to your IRS account by three o'clock this afternoon."

"Archbishop Sandy, I appreciate this..."

After the call ended, Augustine immediately glared at Sandy and demanded, "Sandy, why would you agree to his impertinent request?"