The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3338 Bloody New City (87)

Chapter 3338 Bloodshed in New City (Eighty-Seven)

Penguin sat in his private office, holding a glass of freshly poured whiskey in his hand, the ice cubes gently clinking in the amber liquid. His eyes fell on the mobile phone on the table, and Schiller's name was displayed on the screen. After hesitating for a moment, he pressed the dial button.

After the phone rang a few times, Schiller's voice came from the other end, with his usual calmness: "What happened? Why do you call me at this time?"

Penguin took a sip of wine and said tentatively, "It seems that the information I gave you about Carter has come in handy. This guy is too talkative and not cautious enough. He is not a good choice for the party. It is better for him to get out as soon as possible."

"But... my people said that you are using the mayor's name to investigate Pavel. This is not a wise choice."

Schiller chuckled, his voice low and calm: "Oswald, when did you start to care about my choices? Pavel is just a small character, not worth your worry."

"A small character?" Penguin raised his eyebrows, with obvious disapproval in his tone, "Pavel Smith is no small character. She is the trump card of the IRS. The assets of the rich people in her hands can fill the Pacific Ocean. Since you have decided to use her, there is really no need to do anything unnecessary."

Schiller's voice remained calm: "I seem to remember saying that I never expect kindness from anyone, but only want to leave them no choice."

Penguin put down his glass and tapped the table with his fingers. "At least don't provoke her. The IRS has much more power than you think. They can even legally torture people in the 21st century. It won't benefit anyone if you provoke them."

Schiller was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Oswald, you are too nervous. Pavel has as many weaknesses as she has abilities."

Penguin frowned, with a hint of vigilance in his tone: "What do you mean? Are you planning to attack her?"

Schiller's voice was filled with a hint of laughter: "Attack? No, I won't be so rude to a conscientious lady. I'm just taking precautions."

Penguin snorted coldly: "Schiller, don't be too confident. Pavel is not the kind of person who will be easily intimidated. Her background is much more complicated than you think."

Schiller's tone remained relaxed: "Complicated? Perhaps. But at least twenty years ago, when her father brought his family to the United States, she was just a young girl who knew nothing about the world."

The Penguin's fingers suddenly stopped on the table, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "What did you find out?"

Schiller's voice deepened. "When Pavel's father immigrated to the United States from Mexico City in 1989, the assets he reported were somewhat... inaccurate. If this information were made public, what do you think would happen to Pavel's career?"

The Penguin was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Schiller, I have no intention of interfering with your decision. I just want to remind you that if Pavel finds out that you are investigating her family, she will not let you go."

Schiller chuckled and said, "Then let her come. After all, how can watching the game be as fun as participating in it yourself?"

The Penguin shook his head, with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "The IRS won't play any games with you. If there is one, it's probably 'Guess who will be guillotined today'."

There was a hint of laughter in Schiller's voice: "If they don't want to play games with me, then what is on TV now? You know them, but you don't know them well enough."

"The U.S. Internal Revenue Service has even developed its own set of investigation and interrogation methods, which means they won't mind using any means to deter those who want to go against them, whether it's live streaming or gaming. It's always better than stinging and torture, so why not?"

"Gotham has always been a tax dead zone, not because the IRS is incapable of dealing with it. In their eyes, the elites are no different from vegetables in the fields - now, the harvest season has arrived."

Penguin sighed, with a hint of warning in his tone: "I hope you know what you are doing. If things get out of control, don't blame me for not warning you."

Schiller's voice remained calm: "Don't worry, Oswald. The main event has not yet begun."

"What do you want to do?"

"Release Carter and have a truly exciting battle royale."

The Penguin couldn't help but look at the TV screen.

The lights in the TV studio were blindingly bright. Two-Face Harvey Dent was sitting in the guest seat, and the burn scar on half of his face looked particularly hideous under the strong light.

The other side of his face still maintained its former handsomeness and calmness, like an experienced prosecutor. The host Penny White sat opposite him and handed him the microphone with a smile.

"Mr. Dent, welcome to our show." Penny's tone was rational and professional. "Today we are going to discuss the tax issues of the Carter Group. As a former Gotham District Attorney, you must be very familiar with such cases. Can you analyze for us the consequences that Carter may face?"

Harvey nodded slightly, his voice low and powerful: "Thank you, Penny. The tax issues of the Carter Group are indeed very complicated, but from the information currently available, his tax evasion methods are not new, and can even be said to be old-fashioned."

Penny raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in her tone, "Eleven? Can you explain more specifically?"

Harvey picked up a document from the table, opened it and pointed to a few lines of data: "Carter's main method of tax evasion is to transfer funds through offshore shell companies. He transferred hundreds of millions of dollars of income to shell companies in the British Virgin Islands and the Cayman Islands, and then used the names of these companies to make false deductions for "business consulting fees" and "charitable donations." This method has been used by countless wealthy people in the past few decades, but the IRS has long been aware of it."

Penny nodded and continued, "So, how do you think the IRS will investigate these practices?"

Harvey's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a hint of sneer: "The IRS's investigation methods are very systematic. First, they will track the flow of Carter's funds, especially those offshore accounts with frequent transfers. Second, they will require these offshore companies to provide detailed financial records. If these companies refuse to cooperate, the IRS can use the international tax cooperation mechanism to put pressure on the local government, or even directly freeze these accounts."

Penny nodded thoughtfully. "It sounds like Carter's methods aren't very clever. So, what kind of legal consequences do you think he will face in the end?"

Harvey closed the document, crossed his hands on the table, and said in a serious tone: "According to federal tax law, the sentence for intentional tax evasion is usually between 3 and 5 years. But if the amount of tax evasion exceeds 1000 million US dollars, the sentence will increase significantly. The amount involved by Carter is as high as hundreds of millions of dollars, plus he used false documents and offshore shell companies, which will be regarded as aggravating circumstances."

There was a flash of surprise in Penny's eyes. "So, how many years do you think Carter might be sentenced to?"

Harvey looked straight into the camera and said firmly, "At least ten years. And that doesn't include fines and asset confiscation. The IRS may ask him to pay several times the back taxes and confiscate his overseas assets."

Penny sighed softly, with a hint of emotion in her tone: "Ten years... This is a heavy blow to anyone. Do you think it is possible for Carter to reduce his sentence through a plea agreement?"

Harvey shook his head. “The chances of a plea deal are low. Carter’s actions are more than just tax evasion. He also committed forgery and obstruction of justice. The IRS will not let him off easily, especially in such a high-profile case.”

Penny nodded, then turned to the audience: "Dear viewers, after hearing this, you may feel that Carter's situation is very bad. But Harvey, I want to ask a more in-depth question - what impact do you think Carter's case will have on other wealthy people?"

A hint of coldness flashed in Harvey's eyes: "Carter's case will undoubtedly serve as a warning. In recent years, the IRS has been stepping up tax audits on high-net-worth individuals, especially those who use offshore companies to evade taxes. Carter's arrest will make other wealthy people realize that the risks of tax evasion far outweigh the benefits."

Penny smiled slightly, with a hint of ridicule in her tone: "So, do you think that more wealthy people will voluntarily pay back taxes to reduce their possible penalties?"

Harvey's mouth curled up slightly. "If they were smart enough, they would do it. But unfortunately, greed often makes people lose their reason."

Penny nodded, then turned to the camera: "Dear audience, today's discussion is very exciting. Thank you Harvey Dent for your professional analysis. I believe you have already made your own judgment on the sentences of the rich. Let's take a break."

Harvey stood up, shook hands with Penny, and then turned and left the studio. His back was tall and majestic. But if you saw his expression as he walked off the stage, you would find that the normal side of his face was somewhat amused.

Meanwhile, Carter sat in the corner of the cell, staring at the TV screen on the wall. His face was pale, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. Harvey's analysis was like a sharp knife, piercing his heart.

"Ten years..." Carter murmured in a low voice, with a hint of despair in his voice. He couldn't go to jail! Absolutely not!

In the temporary office, IRS agents were busy sorting out documents. Pavel Smith stood aside with a stern look. She glanced at the TV screen and the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

"Ten years? If you don't spend the rest of your life in prison, my twenty years of work will be in vain!"

She turned around and continued to bury her head in the information, waiting for the next person to be judged to appear.

A series of rapid footsteps approached from far away in the corridor. The strong black agent rushed in, and the noise he made made Pavel frown.

"What's wrong? Are you in such a panic?"

"Carter ran away!"

"what?!"

"Carter escaped from prison. I mean, he escaped from his kidnappers!"

Pavel and his special team were not the only ones who were shocked. Countless people who had just heard the analysis and placed their bets were stunned.

"What! Carter ran away?! If we can't catch him, he won't have to spend a single day in jail?! What about my money?!"

"Damn it! What on earth is that clown for? How could he get away???"

"I know where Carter's company is. If he wants to destroy the evidence, he will definitely go to the company first. Come on! Follow me! "

In fact, arrogance is more sports, greed is more business