American Tax Officer

This was already the fourth day since Rodrigozki had issued the bounty, but the Western Suburb Branch hadn't made a single move, and even Director David was unable to issue a firm statement, which thoroughly disappointed many of his supporters.

Of course, other than the media and the netizens, at this moment the happiest were the crime organizations in the Western Suburb and the various people in Hollywood.

Because they were very clear that by now, David was facing a situation where he could be completely disgraced, and they guessed that if this continued, the best outcome for the Washington D.C. Headquarters would be to transfer him.

And once David was transferred, wouldn't they be able to return to their former rhythm of music and dancing?

Thinking of this, the major crime organizations in the Western Suburb and the folks in Hollywood almost wished they could immediately pop a few bottles of champagne to celebrate.

Inside the Western Suburb Branch.

David called Buckynison and others over and instructed, "It's about time; let some reporters into the hall, but make sure you check thoroughly."

The news that Rodrigozki would be handed over soon hadn't been released yet, and the bounty was still effective; he didn't want to end up confused and ambushed while speaking.

"Yes."

Nisen and his men immediately took their subordinates, the inspectors, downstairs to the main entrance and loudly said, "Our director is going to hold a brief press conference, and the following media, upon passing a thorough check, may come in with me."

"What, Director David is finally going to speak up?"

Upon hearing this, whether it was the media present or the audience watching, there was a stir.

Four days!

It had been a full four days since the bounty, and you, David, are finally not hiding like a tortoise anymore?

At that moment, everyone's anticipation was raised; they were very eager to know what David would say in the upcoming press conference.

Ignoring their thoughts, Nisen stretched out his hand and named, "Los Angeles Times, The Wall Street Journal, The Washington Post..."

Each media outlet called immediately stepped forward, and after the inspectors confirmed there was no issue following a 360-degree inspection, they were allowed inside.

"Alright, folks, due to special reasons, we can only allow these few media outlets inside. Please wait for news outside," Nisen turned and walked into the hall, leaving a large group of unmentioned media sighing in regret.

After the major media entered the hall, they each found positions and set up their cameras as quickly as possible.

During this time, Nisen walked to the center and loudly reminded, "Our director will be arriving shortly, please maintain the line and ask questions one by one."

After these words, from the elevator passage, David, surrounded by armed personnel, made his way over.

And seeing his appearance, the media flocked to him like wolves spotting a sheep, and if it wasn't for the dedicated restraining ropes and the inspectors blocking them, they might have pounced on him.

Lost in thought, David had already reached the center of the cameras' focus and said, "These past few days, I know everyone has been dissatisfied with my silence and inaction. For this, I offer my deep apologies to my supporters..."

"Director David, may I ask what your plans are going forward?"

"Director David, are you really that helpless against Rodrigozki?"

"..."

The media couldn't restrain themselves and started bombarding him with questions.

Nisen immediately stepped forward and rebuked, "Ladies and gentlemen, please keep quiet and listen to our director finish. Otherwise, I'm going to have to 'escort' you out!"

Seeing Nisen's serious demeanor, the media had no choice but to suppress their curiosity and close their mouths.

When the scene quieted down, David slowly began, "First, I would like to explain that although I seemed inactive these past few days, that was not actually the case. As for Rodrigozki's matter, it is now essentially settled. After a while, we will apprehend Rodrigozki, and then at 10 o'clock, he will be taken to court for trial!"

At those words, the scene suddenly froze. All the reporters' pens stopped mid-air, and even the slightest sound of flipping paper disappeared.

Rodrigozki was still at large in Bear Country, so how could things have settled down?

Moreover, what was this business about receiving Rodrigozki?

It wasn't just the media on scene; everyone watching the live feed was shocked.

After a long silence, a reporter from the Los Angeles Times finally reacted. Their voice trembled slightly as they asked, "Director David, what exactly do you mean by receiving Rodrigozki?"

"Just as it sounds. We have apprehended Rodrigozki, and the flight transporting him..."

David looked at his watch, then continued, "Around 8:30 AM, will arrive at our Ontario International Airport."

"What! That's... that's..."

The reporter from the Los Angeles Times was thunderstruck, stammering for a long time without managing to form a complete sentence.

"That's impossible, the Western Suburbs Branch seemed to have had no activity these days. How could they suddenly apprehend Rodrigozki? And Rodrigozki is in Bear Country. How could our American law enforcement reach across borders? I don't believe it!"

"What kind of international joke is this? Apprehending Rodrigozki within Bear Country and transporting him back is like pooping on Bear Country's head. Not to mention the Western Suburbs Branch, even the entire IRS couldn't do that!"