American Tax Officer

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"Dealing in 'poison' is against nature and humanity, and if the Justice Department and various departments of the FBI can't handle you, then let our national tax service take a shot!"

Over the years, due to Purdue Pharma continuously producing this painkiller (drug), and despite repeated bans, the public has erupted in countless massive protests, and even museums donated to by this family have disowned them to clear their own names.

Consequently, the reputation of this family could be said to be notoriously bad.

But there was nothing they could do, hindered by the Sackler family's network and money, every department has been unable to truly penalize them, only fining them money, which was nothing more than a slap on the wrist.

The main reasons David wanted to take down this family were several.

First, the address of Purdue Pharma was in the Santa Monica District of Los Angeles, which was also the stronghold of the Sackler family and was within the jurisdiction he was managing as the city's police chief.

Second, the family had such a bad reputation that if he took action, it would be like acting on behalf of heaven, and would certainly trigger cheers from all the public, adding another layer of prestige to his personal reputation.

Third, although the family was a Jewish family, according to various intelligence, they had not joined the Freemasonry Group.

It wasn't that they didn't want to join, but the Freemasonry didn't just accept anyone Jewish; its membership system was quite strict, requiring one to have made a significant contribution to the Jewish community, and also needed a specific member's recommendation.

And what Freemasonry valued most was their reputation, otherwise they would not spend great effort controlling media and broadcasting, often praising their contributions and propagating their racial hardships.

With a reputation as bad as the Sacklers', it was impossible for the high echelons of Freemasonry to consider absorbing them.

Therefore, taking down this family should not directly anger the Freemasonry Group but could instead be seen as another test for them.

Of course, the most important point was that this family was really rich.

Dealing drugs is one of the most profitable businesses in the world, but other drug lords had to smuggle their goods and sell them in secrecy.

The Sackler family, on the other hand, had packaged drugs into legal medications available in pharmacies all over America; how fast must their money have been rolling in?

According to the information, the funds that this family had siphoned from the Purdue Pharma accounts over the years exceeded 20 billion US dollars.

Such a large fat sheep was precisely what David urgently needed, wasn't it?

So, if not investigating them, then whom?

David picked up the telephone on the desk and gave a notification; soon after, Nisen pushed the door open and came in, asking, "Chief, you were looking for me?"

"First, bring a few of the Sackler family members in for interrogation."

"Roger that."

Nisen was also energized. In the few days since his transfer to the city bureau, he had been getting familiar with the new position, and now he could finally roll up his sleeves and get to work.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Santa Monica District, Met Bar.

"Inspector Nisen, some offspring of the Sackler family are up there in the Spades K Room, partying hard."

At the entrance, a man with a sharp chin and monkey cheeks was standing in front of Nisen and his colleagues, saying obsequiously.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm very sure. These few family youngsters love to play here, and just now I sneaked up and checked, they're definitely there."

"Alright, I'll go up first. If your information is correct, come to our city bureau tomorrow to collect the informant's fee."

"Yes yes yes, thank you, Inspector Nisen."

The sharp-chinned monkey-cheeked man revealed a mouthful of yellow rotten teeth.

Nisen didn't bother with him anymore; he led the five or six inspectors into the bar and reached the so-called Spades K Room door. Before they even entered, they heard the deafening sound of the DJ from inside.

As they pushed the door and entered, they saw about a dozen men and women swaying to the music, with large amounts of white powder on the tables.

Nisen gave his fellow inspectors a signal, and one of them immediately went to the DJ booth and subdued the DJ, and the music was also turned off.

"Fake Yau, who turned off the music!"

"Damn bastard, fuck your mother!"

"Oh shit..."

The guys and girls who were having a blast cursed out loud as the music stopped.

"Ahem..."

Nisen just stood up and wanted to ask who was from the Sackler family, but before he could speak, suddenly two 'bang bang' sounds made his brain short-circuit for a moment.

Luckily, he was a retired Marine, quick-witted and responsive, and he instantly realized that someone was shooting. He immediately shouted a warning to the inspectors beside him and then pulled out his service pistol while looking for cover.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The gunshots continued, but because the room was too dim and also crowded, it made it difficult for Nisen and his colleagues to determine from where the shots were fired, and they didn't dare to shoot at random, quite passive in their situation.

Meanwhile, many of the men and women in the room also realized that these were gunshots!

Screaming in terror, many of them frantically surged toward the two side doors.

"It's him! He's the one shooting!"

As the crowd gradually dispersed, one of the inspectors finally located the shooter, and immediately drew his gun and shot, quickly bringing the man down with a hit to the thigh.

Nisen immediately charged forward, kicked the gun out of the man's hand, and glared at him furiously, saying, "Fuck, you dared to shoot."

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