The three of them passed through the casino lobby one after another, entered the internal corridor, and arrived at a black iron door.
The lobby manager lifted a cover on the railing of the iron door, entered a password inside, and the next second, the door clicked open.
But the scene that appeared left Nisen and David dumbfounded.
They saw a vast amount of US dollars, neatly stacked on tables and shelves.
Although David and Nisen didn't know the exact amount, it was probably in the tens of millions.
The casino really is a den of finance!
"Anthony, come over here!"
Hearing the lobby manager's call, a slightly short man paused his counting work and turned to look toward the door.
At the moment he saw Nisen and David, a hint of caution flickered in his eyes.
From their posture and demeanor, he had already deduced that they were definitely from law enforcement.
Could it be...FBI?
[Name: Anthony Taylor.]
[Occupation: Encar Casino vault staff.]
[Monthly income: 10,000 US dollars.]
[Monthly gray income: 300,000 US dollars.]
[Details of gray income: On December 26, collaborated with Paul Wolf, Holt Douglas, and Warren Doyle, robbed a cash transport van from Encar, totaling 1 million, received 300,000 US dollars.]
[Specific details...]
[Tax due: 188,000 US dollars.]
"So, he's the insider..."
Seeing this information appearing above Anthony's head, David was slightly surprised, but he quickly came to terms.
The route of the Encar Casino's cash transport van changed daily and had no fixed departure time.
Unless an insider disclosed it, working together with outsiders, how could those robbers have made off with the loot so easily?
But it must be said, Anthony really has some skills to have eluded both the casino and the police.
"Manager David, these two are..."
Caught in his thoughts, Anthony had already approached, feigning calm as he surveyed Nisen and David.
"My name is Nisen, an inspector from the Internal Revenue Service Lake District Sub-Bureau, and this is my partner, David!"
"Internal Revenue Service!?"
Anthony was initially surprised, then he relaxed, and finally, he became puzzled again.
He had thought that his suspicion had not been cleared, and the FBI had sent people to investigate further.
But it turned out to be the Internal Revenue Service.
This left him feeling rather confused.
"Mr. Anthony, may I have a word with you in private?"
"Of course!"
The three of them later entered a lounge.
Anthony asked first, "Inspectors, is there anything I can assist you with?"
"The thing is, we came to Mr. Anthony to inquire about a cash transport van robbery that happened seven days ago!"
"The cash transport van robbery!"
Anthony was taken aback for a moment, then responded, "The specifics, I've already almost fully explained to the police, oh right, forgive my boldness, but isn't this matter not supposed to be handled by the Internal Revenue Service?"
"The robbery itself doesn't concern us, but the amount from the robbery does!"
This time, David chimed in.
Since they already knew this guy was an insider.
He was determined to secure nearly 400,000 in taxes!
"Um? What do you mean?"
Anthony looked at David, still confused.
"Perhaps Mr. Anthony doesn't follow the news closely, but a month ago, our Congress passed a 'Black Tax Bill', which dictates that from now on, drug trafficking, smuggling, prostitution, including robberies now, all have to pay their full taxes to our Internal Revenue Service..."
After hearing David's explanation, Anthony was somewhat stunned.
He didn't follow politics closely and wasn't aware that such a bill had been passed.
Well, it's normal for legitimate businesses to pay taxes to the Internal Revenue Service.
But drug trafficking, smuggling, prostitution, robberies, all these paying taxes to the Internal Revenue Service?
That seemed a bit too absurd!
"Did you get that, Mr. Anthony?"
Anthony put away his emotions, pretending innocence as he replied, "I got it, but Inspectors, if you want to collect that tax, shouldn't you be looking for the robbers instead!?"
"Mr. Anthony, I never said we weren't looking for the robbers, why so nervous?"
Nisen narrowed his eyes slightly, looking meaningfully at Anthony.
"Okay, then what do you want to ask?"
"Sofia Nella, Jill Nella, you should know them, right?"
Upon hearing these two names, a barely noticeable change flashed through Anthony's eyes, and then he responded as if nonchalant, "Sofia is my ex-wife, Jill is my brother-in-law, what about it?"
Nisen pulled out a document from the inside of his suit, saying, "We've looked into it, a month ago these sisters lost a lot of money in the futures market, did you know this?"
"Is that so!"
Anthony seemed surprised, then calmly replied, "Inspector sir, as you know she's my ex-wife, we're not on good terms, I really didn't know about this!"
"We also found out that from the money your ex-wife and brother-in-law owe, 200,000 came from high-interest loans, which means they were in dire need of money!"
Nisen didn't outright say it, but his implication was clear.
That you, Anthony, undoubtedly had a motive for the crime!
"Inspector sir, what are you insinuating, do you suspect I participated in this robbery?"
"You should know, the police have already proven my innocence, your Internal Revenue Service may be powerful, but you can't just slander a lawful citizen!"
Anthony became emotionally agitated, continuously defending himself.
"Mr. Anthony, trust me, the Internal Revenue Service isn't like that bunch of incompetents at the police department, we have our own authority, systems, methods, and can find out much more than you could imagine!"
"You can either come clean or I can assure you, that 1 million, you definitely won't be able to spend a single penny!"
As his own promotion was at stake, Nisen also intensified.
"What do you mean by 'come clean'? I don't understand, nor do I know, all I know is that I'm innocent!"
"Innocent, are you sure?"
The two who were arguing fiercely both turned their gaze towards David.
"If you're not willing to talk, then I think I might go talk to Paul Wolf, Holt Douglas, Warren Doyle, what do you think?"
Upon hearing this, Anthony's expression shifted significantly.
Meanwhile, Nisen, although not understanding who these people were, clearly noticed Anthony's reaction, and subsequently also cast a suspicious glance at David.
"Paul Wolf, Holt? I don't know them!"
"Mr. Anthony, Paul Wolf, a regular at your casino, you even referred him to a loan shark, how could you not know him?"
David smiled faintly, continuing, "As for Holt, he's an addict from the slums of the old town, Warren, a gang member from the tenth district..."
This information, of course, wasn't made up by him, but was clearly recorded on the Golden Finger panel.