America 1919

"Heh heh!" Michael Ribeiro sneered, "Those people who Donnie brought evidence against, they're all his opponents. So, what are we? Donnie's high-level hitters, just to eliminate his rivals for him?" Eric Ribeiro waved his hand, "This has nothing to do with us. All we need to know is that the ones we caught are indeed acting against the constitution of the United States. That's enough." "As long as we're catching the bad guys, what does it matter what the situation of these bad guys is?" Michael Ribeiro shook his head, "I can't accept your idea, I will not agree to this!" "Then, Father, do you want to arrest me?" Eric Ribeiro stood up, extended his hand, and looked at Michael Ribeiro, "Dad, do you know why I only came to find you now?" "That's because, up to now, everything has already been set in stone. Whether you want to do it or not, there's no going against it now." "If you take me away now, the position of IRS Commissioner is certainly going to fall to Bixir Mendy. Do you really want to see Bixir Mendy become the Commissioner of the IRS?" Michael Ribeiro's face showed pain. He, of course, knew this. For him, having Bixir Mendy become the Commissioner of the IRS was the ultimate desecration of the IRS. "I think you must have already spoken with Coshek Kevin on the phone, and you should have learned from him that Rudenessey has stopped taking calls from Coshek Kevin. In fact, Rudenessey didn't know that such a report would come out today, but he has still abandoned Coshek Kevin. Don't you think there's something you don't know here?" Having said this, Eric Ribeiro had already let go of his hands, "Dad, Coshek Kevin's case is beyond redemption now. The only person who can lead the IRS to glory once more is you. Rules are established for those who need to follow them, not for the ones who make them!" . At this time, Bixir Mendy was in his own study room, raging thunderously. "Sneaky bastard, damn kid, should've died on the battlefield!" The person Bixir Mendy was furiously cursing was Eric Ribeiro, who was in the midst of a candid conversation with Michael Ribeiro. Such curses started when he saw the newspaper this morning; he knew he had been calculated. And this suspicion was further confirmed when he received a call from Rudenessey. It seemed everyone knew he was the first person to get the news, and the one who leaked the information knew after they'd called, that their own people had revealed it. He was not only calculated by Eric Ribeiro, but he was also stabbed in the back by his own! This was truly inarguable! "This sneaky tactic must not have been thought up by that stinky kid, Eric. I can't believe I was deceived by Michael, he hides so deep!" Bixir Mendy said angrily. While Bixir Mendy raged, the phone in his study rang. Bixir Mendy didn't want to pick up the phone, although he didn't know who was calling; he was convinced it must be someone from the White House or Congress calling to question him. But Bixir Mendy still didn't have the courage to refuse the call at this time. "Who is it?" "It's me!" "So, are you calling to gloat now?" Bixir Mendy recognized the voice on the phone as Michael Ribeiro. "No use talking about these now, there is only one way out for you in this matter!" Michael Ribeiro's voice was complex. Angry Bixir Mendy didn't pick up on this, "Humph, I get it, you just want me to voluntarily take the fall for this, don't you?" "That's right!" Michael Ribeiro spoke, "Even though this will cost you the chance for promotion, but when I become the IRS Commissioner, the Intelligence Division will be under your control. If you don't agree to my terms, once I'm Commissioner, you will be marginalized!" "I..." Bixir Mendy wanted to curse out every female relative of Michael Ribeiro, but ultimately, reason overcame anger. He knew such actions would only make his situation even more awkward! "Michael, I never thought you could come up with such a sneaky move!" "Talking about this is useless now!" Michael Ribeiro clearly didn't want to discuss the matter any further, only saying, "I take it that you have agreed to my terms!" "Do I have any other choice?" Bixir Mendy slammed the phone down hard! Listening to the dial tone, Michael Ribeiro hung up the phone with a complex look on his face, and turned to Eric Ribeiro, who was drinking a cola, "I don't know if what I'm doing is right or wrong?" "Of course, it's right," Eric Ribeiro said with a smile. "In this situation, whether it's the White House or Congress, there's no other choice. Only you, Dad, can become the IRS Commissioner, and only you can keep the IRS continuing in its glory!" Michael Ribeiro looked at Eric Ribeiro's smug expression and said, "I need to meet with Donnie Block!" "No problem, I'll arrange that!" Eric Ribeiro quickly replied.