American Tax Officer

"The target has just entered the elevator and is expected to arrive at the location in one minute..."

The man on the left side of the computer said with his hand pressing the earpiece on his ear.

Thirty seconds later, David came out of the elevator with Jerry and Manson. However, from the footage, it was clear that David was swaying a bit as he walked, apparently having drunk too much.

However, once at the suite door, David seemed to say something to Jerry and Manson, who appeared helpless and eventually turned and left.

As for David himself, he entered the room after opening the door.

"Target has entered the room, requesting permission to act."

"Go ahead!"

A voice came through the earpiece of the man with the forgettable face on the left.

The man immediately took out a device that resembled a car key from his pocket, took a deep breath, and furiously pressed it.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Seeing that nothing happened when he pressed the button, the two forgettable-faced men were confused and looked at each other.

"Press it again."

Following his companion's suggestion, the man with the device pressed it again, but still nothing happened; he pressed it several more times with no response.

"Give it to me."

The other man thought it was a signal reception issue, took the device, walked to the window, and then pressed it down hard.

"Boom!!!"

The next second, a huge noise came from the floor above, and countless pieces of glass and fragments of walls fell from the building, crashing down heavily.

"It worked!"

A hint of joy appeared on the faces of the two men in the room, who then quickly cleaned everything inside the room, walked out of the door, and fled the scene amidst other panicked guests.

"What is this?"

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"Oh my God..."

At that moment, outside the hotel doors, a large crowd of guests and passersby who had fled downstairs looked at the room above the hotel that was ablaze with fire, displaying looks of terror.

And a few minutes later, police and fire departments arrived at the scene.

Then came the media reporters.

"Good evening, this is a breaking news in our city. Just moments ago, an explosion occurred at the La Quinta Hotel in our city. Firefighters and police have already arrived at the scene and sealed off the area. The extent of casualties is still unknown. Please stay tuned for more updates from our channel..."

"Save people, hurry up and save people, it's all over now!"

While the media were still reporting, suddenly a man in a suit rushed frantically to the firefighters, breaking down and crying loudly, drawing everyone's attention.

"Sir, please calm down. The fire is very intense right now, and we need to wait for it to lessen before we can enter, or else it will only add to the casualties. Please understand..."

"Do you know who was staying in suite 1019? It's Chief Inspector David of the Internal Revenue Service, it's all over now..."

Initially, the firefighters and the crowd of reporters thought someone from this man's family was staying upstairs and felt sympathy for him. However, this man's statement stunned everyone at the scene.

Chief Inspector David of the Internal Revenue Service was staying in that exploded suite?

Is that true?

And if it is true, then this incident might not be an ordinary accidental explosion but a premeditated assassination.

After all, ever since the Black Tax Act was enacted, David had used this law to suppress a good number of exceptional individuals and some capitalists recently.

It logically makes sense that someone from these two groups could commit such an irrational act.

Furthermore, one should know that David is not some unknown figure now; he is a high-ranking official in the Internal Revenue Service and has become one of the most prominent figures in America.

If there really had been an assassination attempt, it would have been breaking news that shocked the world!

"This gentleman, did you say the suite that exploded upstairs was occupied by the Chief Inspector of the Internal Revenue Service, David? Is that true?"

To confirm the authenticity of the information, journalists immediately surrounded him.

"I am the lobby manager of this hotel. I personally checked Chief Inspector David into the room, and just a few minutes before the explosion occurred, I can confirm that Chief Inspector David had just returned from a speaking event. I never expected such a thing to happen..."

The man, who claimed to be the hotel's lobby manager, had red eyes. Even if it were an ordinary citizen who had encountered such an incident in their hotel, he would have been held greatly responsible, let alone for the Chief Inspector of the Internal Revenue Service.

If the Internal Revenue Service pursued the matter in a rage, his fate would likely be utterly miserable.

"Oh my god..."

Upon hearing the confirmation, even the seasoned journalists who had covered countless major news stories were dumbfounded.

"Woo woo woo... How could this happen, who planned the attack on Chief Inspector David?"

"Fake! It must have been those damn criminals, I hope Chief Inspector David is alright."

"God bless, I hope Chief Inspector David is unharmed..."

"Hahahaha, this is karma. In such a fierce explosion, this devil must have been reduced to ash!"

"Without this devil, our interests won't suffer too greatly in the future!"

After confirming that David had been victim to the explosion attack, many of his supporters were naturally filled with immense grief and constantly prayed.

However, for those criminals, this was undoubtedly great news, and many were even ready to pop champagne to celebrate.

Washington D.C., Internal Revenue Service Headquarters.

After the news of David's assassination was reported, the entire Internal Revenue Service immediately convened an emergency meeting, to which Obadiah and all the senior staff, including Welton Heng, were already present.

But every person's face was terribly somber.

"Still can't get through?"

Obadiah looked at Donald, who was continuously dialing but just shook his head, looking ashen.

"It must be the Freemasonry. Pass the word, they better pray our David is unharmed, or else, for the rest of our lives, we in the Internal Revenue Service will do nothing but fight Freemasonry to the end!"

White House, Chief of Staff's Office.

The assistant knocked and entered the office, speaking to Chief of Staff Wylder who was handling government affairs, "Chief of Staff Wylder, something major just happened, Chief Inspector David of the Internal Revenue Service has been assassinated..."

"What did you say!"

Wylder was also stunned by this news, and he immediately asked, "What's the situation now?"

"According to the current news, after attending an event at Salem State University, Chief Inspector David returned to his hotel. However, just a few minutes later, an explosion occurred in the suite. From the footage captured by the media, the suite was severely damaged, and if the Chief Inspector was really inside, it is feared... it's feared..."

He didn't continue his sentence, but the meaning was quite clear.

"Damn it, those damn bastards!"

Wylder slammed his fist on the desk, evidently already knowing who was responsible.

He immediately pushed through the door and headed toward the President's office.

Soon, the White House responded swiftly by demanding that the local government in Salem fully assist the injured and handle the aftermath well.

Apart from the Internal Revenue Service and the White House, at this moment, the entire America was covertly stirred by the incident of David's assassination.

La Quinta Hotel.

After half an hour of rescue efforts, the massive fire caused by the explosion was finally extinguished.

At that time, the firefighters had already reached the tenth floor, and after a brief search, whether by luck or because the guests had escaped quickly, no casualties had been found, temporarily.

But thinking about the condition of suite 1019, everyone's spirits plummeted.

The person had been confirmed by the hotel to have returned; given such severe damage and prolonged burning, unless the person inside was an immortal, it would be considered lucky to even find some remains.