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

The ninja slashed down from the air with a sword, which was as powerful as breaking a bamboo. If he were an ordinary person, he might not have time to notice and be killed by the sword.

But Lin Yu is not an ordinary person.

The reminder from the assassin's bloodline made him raise his head while the ninja was still falling in mid-air!

The ninja was shocked, and his eyes became even more stern. He was very confident in his sword, not to mention that he was wearing a full set of protection. Even if Lin Yu shot, there was no way to kill him instantly, and he only needed one sword to finish it.

Task!

Then, he saw Lin Yu take out a dark, square-looking thing from somewhere.

Before he could react, Lin Yu threw the object at him!

A roaring sound was heard, and the ninja subconsciously slashed at the thing with his sword.

According to his expectation, with this slash, the thing would be cut in half by him, and then he adjusted his posture again, rolling forward and slashing his head while falling.

Very handsome.

However, sometimes there is an insurmountable gap between ideal and reality.

The moment the blade connected with the dark, square object... sparks of metal collision burst out, and the ninja could not imagine the huge force coming from the collision, almost making it impossible for the ninja to hold the knife, and his spirit...

The long knife made of steel was bent to the extreme in an instant, and then broke!

The ninja's eyes widened subconsciously, but there was nothing he could do. With his hands numb, he could only watch Lin Yu, who was waiting below, waving the folding stool in his hand towards his face. He did not change his movements in mid-air.

The ability of trajectory!

"boom!"

Lin Yu retracted the folding stool and moved a step to the left. The ninja's body fell softly to the ground with a muffled sound.

After a few more shots, several stray fish in the car were also eliminated.

Lin Yu then looked strangely and picked up the square object that fell on the ground...it was the [rusty red brick].

"Well, one million dollars probably didn't just buy a weapon enchanted with tetanus?" Lin Yu thought to himself. After picking up the brick and checking it, he found that it was undamaged.

The red bricks may be real red bricks...but the red bricks basically include a full layer of rust, which is probably not ordinary rust!

What kind of metal does this have to be put together so that it can rust and still have this kind of defense?

Lin Yu now feels quite surprised that he has recovered two million dollars.

Originally, I just had the idea of ​​recycling waste, thinking that I had already smoked it, but I couldn't just let it sit and collect dust. Who knew that I had mistakenly blamed the system?

Think about it... millions of dollars, if you put them in a pile, they can stop bullets, right?

Lin Yu walked calmly to the ninja who was knocked unconscious by a folding stool.

Within the eagle eye's field of vision, all enemies are invisible. Although the range is not very large, it can definitely be called a magical skill.

"Sending only one assassin would look down on me too much," Lin Yu said.

The understanding of the League of Assassins flashed through my mind.

The League of Assassins, the DC supervillain organization, is also known as the Shadow Warriors League in the Nolan version of the Batman trilogy, and its leader is Lars al Ghul.

He is Batman's first villain.

As for why they are targeting me...

"boom!"

Lin Yu raised the folding stool in his hand and blocked a sniper shot without any hesitation in his hand.

The surface of the folding stool is still as smooth as a mirror.

He raised his head and looked at the sniper on the edge of the rooftop, with a smile on his face.

From a distance of several dozen meters, Lin Yu seemed to see the shocked expression on the sniper's face.

At the same time, four shadow warriors who quietly came to Lin Yu in the dark attacked at the same time... The cold light suddenly appeared, and the murderous intent was shocking!

"No one can stop me from checking taxes," Lin Yu said with a sharp look.

"nobody!"

…

"The storm is coming."

Falcone looked out the window at the dark clouds coming slowly from the distance at a speed visible to the naked eye, cutting off the sunlight, and felt a little worried.

Just before, Jonathan Klein informed him that the people sent from above had arrived, then asked him how many manpower he wanted, and then went to carry out the operation.

Will they succeed?

Falcone was quite confident at first, but when he knew that five shadow warriors were coming this time... he became a little worried.

Logically speaking, to deal with an ordinary IRS commissioner, five shadow warriors are actually very impressive. According to the plan, these few people are even enough to disintegrate the power of the entire Gotham IRS.

However, for some reason, Falcone was inexplicably worried.

"Maybe it's an illusion, he's just an ordinary IRS agent with a somewhat accurate shooting skills..." Falco thought to himself.

"Ding ding!" The phone on the table rang, and Falcone immediately picked it up.

"The operation failed." Klein's voice came from the phone.

"What? Why? How is this possible?!" Falk was stunned for a moment, and then questioned in disbelief, "Didn't you say it's very safe?!"

"I also want to ask you...what does it mean to be just an ordinary idealist, an ordinary IRS operations specialist, except for being a bit accurate in marksmanship?"

Klein couldn't help it anymore and roared: "He killed five shadow warriors, all alone! With a damn folding stool and a brick! He was even able to block the sniper attack with that damn folding stool

Gun bullets!

I’m even glad that I wasn’t there at the time, but saw this scene through surveillance!”

Falcone was silent for a moment. He didn't even know how he should answer what Klein said, because in his opinion, what Klein said was just like fantasy.

"This is an unplanned and serious loss, and it may even lead to the complete exposure of the plan. I want to report the situation to the superiors immediately," Klein roared and then quickly calmed down, "That guy is coming towards you, I think

You should know what can and cannot be said."

"I cannot cooperate with the tax investigation," Falcone said.

"I just need to make sure that the plan is not leaked. How you want to do it is your own business," Klein said. "You just need to know that if you say something you shouldn't say, you will only end up with a worse life."

die.

Don't think about relying on that 'ordinary' IRS commissioner. When that adult comes with a large army, he will only be a slightly harder stone in the collapsing Gotham, but he will eventually be crushed by the inevitable of the times.

!”

"...I understand." Falcone said after a long silence.

Falcone came to the door of the bar and looked towards the end of the street.

Not long after, a person appeared in sight.

At the intersection between bright sunshine and lead-colored clouds falling on the ground, the man in the long-swept windbreaker walked slowly, with his back to the darkness and his face to the light.

Wherever he goes, the boundaries move.

Suddenly, this whole world has changed because of his arrival!