American manga: start to investigate Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s tax issues

After thinking of this step, everyone looked at Lin Yu with murderous intent in their eyes.

Few people are willing to give their money to others, let alone this group of people. They are typical capitalists among capitalists! Corruptors among capital!

For capitalists, there is a saying that is quite appropriate: "As long as they can get 20 and others get 10, they will never choose to get 19 and others get 15."

For this group of people, as long as they can kill people, they will not think about sharing the money.

So they looked at Falcone with hope in their eyes.

They hoped that Falcone would give an order and let his men kill Lin Yu, so that they could sit back and relax.

"Now I see your confidence...you are very energetic." Falcone slowly stood up and came to the door, beside Lin Yu, looking at the group of people who had already surrounded his men.

The thug in a suit, his tone and eyes were full of emotion.

"I seem to have seen the same situation when I was young. I was very motivated and believed that the future must belong to me, and I would do anything for it."

"They are law enforcement officers." Lin Yu reminded kindly, "As a gang leader, isn't it a bit weird for you to say that you looked like law enforcement officers when you were young?"

Falcone smiled slightly: "I think they are the elite of the gang rather than law enforcement officers."

"That must be an illusion." Lin Yu said.

"I hope so." Falcone said, "Now that your goal this time has been achieved... you can leave, Commissioner Lin."

"If you don't tell me, that's what I planned. After all, I still have to report... I wonder if Gotham IRS will be open at such a late night?" Lin Yu looked at his watch and walked down the steps.

"Then, the next time we meet, I will probably investigate your tax issues. Goodbye, Falcone, sir."

The light rain was falling, as if it had never stopped. Lin Yu's long black windbreaker was fluttering. Falcone's men in front of him suddenly gave way to a path, and he, just like that, was arrogant and walked forward.

Leaving at a brisk pace.

"Let's go, it's time to report to the Gotham IRS, my deputy commissioners." Lin Yu greeted, and then the one hundred eye-catching thugs in suits followed him and left, gradually disappearing into the darkness.

Under the light at the entrance of the bar, Falcone, the godfather of Gotham gang, stood on the steps, watching them go away.

This is very much like a struggle between two forces, and the winner is finally decided in a bloodless way.

From the outside, righteousness enters the darkness and evil guards the light.

But how long can this situation last?

The bells have sounded for the end of the old era, and the war drums have been beating for the arrival of the new era.

As everyone realizes.

Gotham is about to change.

…

Falcone's eyes narrowed slightly under the light.

He turned around and returned to the bar.

Facing the eyes of those people, he spoke softly.

"You all want me to kill him. You want me to clear up the hidden dangers for you and take the blame... This is not good."

He motioned to his men to close the door.

"Everyone, I am not your tool, nor your subordinate. We are a cooperative relationship, a grasshopper tied to a rope... One thing is clear, if I fall, you will definitely not have it easy."

"Falcone, everyone knows this, but the matter is likely to involve the IRS headquarters... They have an army. If they go too far, it is not impossible for the army to invade Gotham.

"Judge Fitton said.

"So, we need to discuss a countermeasure, a unified countermeasure." Falcone said, "Should we really pay taxes honestly, or should we find other ways?"

Everyone was silent.

Everyone has different opinions in their hearts, but it is impossible for them to speak out... Speaking out at this time is basically equivalent to the position of leader.

No one wants to be the leader in this kind of thing, because generally speaking, they will die the fastest.

Now, the leaders are Falcone and Judge Fitton.

It is inevitable for them to be the leaders. After all, if Lin Yu wants to conduct a tax audit, they will be the first to bear the brunt.

As for the others... they weren't the first to be targeted, so why did they rush to the front?

Of course the answer is silence.

"...Well, we can't come up with a solution for this kind of thing in a short time." Falcone didn't expect to get an answer from anyone. Based on his understanding of these people, if there was an answer, that would be

It's a strange thing.

"Now, let us deal with another matter first." Falcone looked at the simple Gotham citizens who were still lying on the ground.

The simple Gotham citizen trembled and said tremblingly: "I...I didn't mean it, sir, I am willing to serve you..."

"Just because of your impersonation, I lost five or six of my men, one hundred thousand dollars, and more potential profits."

Falcone put his hands on his knees and leaned slightly to look at him.

"There are very few people in Gotham City whose lives are so valuable, just a handful."

"...I am willing to..."

"You are just a tramp, a robber, and a low-life guy. No matter what you are willing to do, there is no way to repay the loss you have caused me now."

Falcone straightened up, returned to his seat and sat down, then took out a gun from the side, opened the safety, and loaded the gun.

"The reason I'm willing to pay to redeem you from that IRS agent...is because I have to kill you, with my own hands.

Only in this way can I vent my anger, avenge my men who died innocently, and tell the whole Gotham that I am not someone I can provoke or mess with."

Falcone raised his gun and pointed it at the simple Gotham citizens.

"Be careful in the next life."

"boom!"

After a gunshot, Falcone waved his hand and asked his men to clean the scene.

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry to let you see such a scene. I think there is no way to come to a conclusion on the topic we discussed before today, so let's end it here."

Falcone waved his hand.

Everyone left in scattered pieces.

After everyone left, Falcone got into the car and left.

In the back seat, the old man closed his eyes to hide his lingering fatigue.

He is indeed old.

People will grow old eventually.

…

Early the next morning.

Wayne Manor.

"Master Wayne, you should get up."

"Oh... Alfred, I feel pain in my waist." Bruce groaned, covering his waist.

"Even if you wear protective clothing, jump directly from such a high place and hit the iron railing, you will not be unscathed. My Master Wayne, my suggestion is that the next time you engage in such a dangerous activity,

, you'd better prepare a parachute or something like that." Alfred said.

"Yeah, I'll ask Fox later...but the good news is, at least Gordon is on board now, isn't he?" Bruce said.

"Yes, and just when you were injured in the waist because you asked for some information about Falcone, another person had already led people to enter Falcone's territory, killed people, and then came back unharmed.

Gone." Alfred said.

"What?"

Bruce Wayne was confused.

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