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

Bruce is really confused.

In particular, I learned from Alfred that the person who did this was not a newly emerged gangster, nor was he a lunatic who suddenly became mentally ill, but Alfred yesterday afternoon.

That new IRS agent mentioned.

For him, this feeling was like a high school student being troubled by a math problem on a class test, and then a peer next to him who had just transferred to another school proved Fermat's last theorem.

Of course, this metaphor is a bit exaggerated.

However, it did surprise Bruce.

Of course it can be done, but based on Lin Yu's identity, there are absolutely very few people who can do this and leave unharmed without paying any price.

"It seems we need to talk to the new IRS commissioner." Bruce said seriously.

"It's "me", Master Wayne. Don't always count me among them. On the first day of action, your waist was damaged after falling from a high altitude. I understand that you want to maintain your image of a superior person, but please

Don't risk your own life," Alfred said.

"Okay, okay, I understand, Alfred, I'm going to find Fox right now and ask him to help me find some new equipment that can solve this problem..." Bruce sat up from the bed and twisted his waist.

Take a breath of cold air.

Fox is the director of the equipment department of the Venn Group. He is said to be a director, but he is actually a warehouse manager, because he is the only one in such a large department.

Of course, the person who triggers the condition of the sweeping monk is definitely not an ordinary person - Fox is a typical high-end technical talent, proficient in weapons research and development company management and biopharmaceuticals.

However, because he disagreed with the current Wayne Group CEO Earl's decision to list Wayne Group, Earl was exiled to the Equipment Department for "retirement".

…

"Honey, aren't you going to work today?"

A typical "American Sweetheart" blond girl asked lazily while lying on the bed.

"Me? Don't worry, when do I need to go to work on time?" Another old man who looked old enough to be her father or even grandfather said tiredly.

It was indeed quite late, but he was not in a hurry. As the director, what should he be anxious about? The boss could go to work at any time, and the subordinates only had to worry about whether they could enter the door with their left foot.

"Just asking~" The blond girl sat up from the bed, the quilt slipped off, she was naked, dazzlingly white, and the big ball swayed, "Then... will you stay with me more?"

"Um...I suddenly remembered that there seem to be some important things in the bureau that are waiting for me to deal with." The old man tightened his waist and said with an equally tight expression.

"As you know, I am a person who is serious and responsible for my work, so I have to go now. Sorry, honey."

"Huh, okay..." The blond girl snorted, and her coquettish tone made the old man feel a little moved in his heart, and then... helplessly, he sped up and left.

After quickly washing up, not even bothering to eat breakfast, and putting on his clothes, the old man immediately opened the door and left.

And just a second before he was about to open the door... there was a knock on the door.

"Who?" the old man frowned, took out his gun, hid behind the wall, and asked.

"Hello, IRS Operations Specialist, here to investigate tax issues."

"What?" The old man was stunned, and then he came to the cat's eye and took a look. What caught his eye was a certificate that just filled the entire cat's eye field of vision. He was convinced at a glance.

Just...Asian?

When did an Asian operations specialist come to my bureau? Why didn’t I know?

Fake, it must be fake!

This thought flashed through the old man's mind subconsciously, and then he realized something else in the next second. The anger that had just emerged because of his powerlessness now emerged again, and kept rising.

"Where did you get this mental illness? Do you know who I am? I'm the director of the IRS! Are you pretending to be the IRS with a fake ID? Get out of here! Falk!" Gotham IRS Director Phil Reese once again

Once he huddled behind a wall and cursed.

"Oh, please don't be so excited, Director Phil. First of all, the ID in my hand is real and not a fake. Secondly, I know you are the director of the Gotham IRS, but even if you are the director, you are not the director.

It doesn't mean that I can't investigate if you have a tax problem."

The person outside the door said slowly.

"Originally, I planned to wait until you came to work before I talked to you about this matter. However, it was already so long after work hours and you didn't seem to show any sign of coming, so I had no choice but to come to see you.

."

"Who are you Fake? Leave immediately or I will call the police!" Phil shouted.

"Didn't I say it before? Okay, let's do it formally..." Lin Yu paused outside the door, took out an investigation order, and said.

"Hello, I am Lin Yu, the operations director and operations specialist of the IRS Criminal Investigation Department. I am responsible for investigating your tax issues. Here is your investigation order. Please sign for it."

Of course, Lin Yu did not have an investigation order at hand. When the system traveled over, it only provided an identity and a reasonable reason for coming here, and did not provide anything else.

For a tax commissioner, the absence of an investigation order is very detrimental to the conduct of tax inspections, especially when it is about to be reported that the director of the IRS authorities also has a huge problem of unpaid taxes on illegal income.

At this time, you need a few small tools as an aid.

[Name: Imperial Edict]

[Type: Magic Item]

[Quality: Rare]

[Defense: Near None]

[Attribute: Wood]

[Special effect: You can use this thing to block a shot, and then be knocked out of the resurrection armor without any surprise.

Of course, most people will not do this. If you really want to do this, my suggestion is to use the Alchemy Iron Coupon instead of this thing...

The purpose of this thing is... Wait, does this need an introduction? Don’t you understand the name? Are you okay? Are you okay? Are you okay?

ps: If you want to use this thing, you must first go to the palace]

[Equipment conditions: Let’s just say, is there a possibility that this thing does not have equipment conditions.

[Remarks: What? You want an imperial edict? Come, let us write one for him!

ps: You don’t need to commit suicide to achieve success (you will definitely read it before using it, just like you will definitely read the martial arts secret manual before practicing...right?)】

OK, still the familiar style.

That's right, it's the kind of style that if it exists physically, it will definitely be beaten to death.

Lin Yu felt that he had adapted.

Although I don’t know why my system style is so strange, I can’t change it.

In short, this thing is still very useful. Although it is said to be an imperial edict, in fact, as long as the content Lin Yu wants it to display, it can be displayed completely, and the displayed material and size can be changed at will.

Of course, it's not legal.

But what does this have to do with it? After Lin Yu clears out the IRS in Gotham and divides the money with the director at the IRS headquarters, this investigation order, if not true, will become true.

Hey, does it sound like I am committing a crime? Lin Yu suddenly understood.

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