The ghostly brave man mixed in American comics

"Tom, what are you dreaming about? The paws are all kicked out of Mars. Lance shook Tom's head vigorously, waking him out of his sleep.

"Hmm..." Tom was woken up by him, rubbed his hazy eyes, and as soon as he opened it, he saw Lance looking at him with a look of disgust.

Tom, who didn't want to take care of him, changed places and went back to sleep, he wanted to continue his date with Tudogello.

Speechless, Lance shook his head and continued to lower his head and play Tetris on his phone.

"Ding-dong~"

A sudden knock on the door interrupted his thoughts to move on to the next step, ah... It's over again.

Turning his head to look at the door, he actually stood over there was an old acquaintance. He was beaten with a blue nose and a swollen face, his face was covered in blood, and his left hand was still covered with a plaster cast, and he was watching himself at the door at this time.

"How did you know I was here?" Lance walked over, looking a little puzzled.

"I... I'm looking for you..." Iron Tower's expression was a little embarrassed.

"Oh? Let's go, go and sit for a while. "

The two of them have no grudges, they used to earn a hard money, fight all day, and if they suffered a fatal blow, they had to pay for treatment.

Lance led him to the sofa, and the quick-witted Max also prepared a glass of water at this time, and took another clean towel and handed it to him.

The iron tower took the water cup and took a sip, then put it on the coffee table, and whispered: "Lance, I need your help."

"We don't seem to have that good relationship?" Lance looked at him suspiciously.

"No, this time I am looking for you to commission." The iron tower raised his head and looked at Lance: "Please save me." "

Tell me about it?" Lance raised his eyebrows and motioned for the tower to continue.

The tower glanced at Max, looked down and said, "You know I'm short of money, so I took a small assignment, but I'm going to Mexico..." "

But not long ago I was killed by a new person, a new person who fights, so I can't carry out this mission." Speaking of this, the tower also raised his plastered hand and signaled.

"In addition to my hands, you can also see the injuries on my face, I have a broken rib, and my leg is not healed."

"If I can't go on this mission, they'll kill me... So I thought of you, you are relatively capable, so you can solve this matter... I would like to ask you to help me in this task instead of me. Lance

, who listened to the whole incident, was a little crying and laughing.

Someone else hired him to perform a certain task, but this product still couldn't hold the itch in his hands, wanted to continue to fight black boxing to earn some extra money, and then ran into a new debut, and was beaten up.

Now I think of myself, the person who once beat him, hoping that I can save him, what kind of commission is this, it is really strange!

"Man, why should I help you? And...... Even if I help you, what can you pay me? How much money can you have? Lance didn't say no, he knew there was no money on hand.

"Uh... I really can't give you any reward for this, but if this task can be successful, it will cost 100,000 US dollars, and you only need to meet with others now, and then decide whether to go or not, and then you can do it..."

"Huh? Lakh? Lance was surprised, he didn't hear it wrong, right?

Is it so atmospheric?

"That's right!" The iron tower said in an aggravated tone: "And it's cash, you don't even have to pay taxes!"

After hearing these words, Lance's heart was moved.

Those damn IRS, just too greedy! The IRS is a bunch of vampires!

Why would he go to great lengths in Paris to pit other people's cash?

Because you don't have to pay taxes!

The tax rate released by the IRS shows that single taxpayers with taxed income of more than 539,900 yuan have a tax rate of 37%;

Single income of more than 89,075 yuan is taxed at 24%;

Single income over $10,275 is taxed at 12%.

The minimum tax rate is 10% for singles earning $10,275 or less.

Therefore, the one million he earned was enough to pay 370,000 taxes.

Lance, who didn't know anything about it at first, was still in good shape, and if Alvin hadn't called and mentioned more, it is estimated that the IRS people would have come to his house for tea in a few days.

After much consideration, Lance decided to pay taxes, at least the gold Tom brought back did not have to be paid....

There are also renting a house, buying a car, normal expenses, plus he and Tom themselves have a lot of meals.

This made Lance have to think about how to be good after the existing hundreds of thousands were spent.

Lance, who thought of this, looked at him with burning eyes: "What kind of task?"

"If you think it's feasible, how about coming with me to meet someone?" The tower glanced at him.

"When?"

"Now."

"Okay." For the sake of future livelihood, Lance agreed.

As soon as he left the house, he received a text message on his mobile phone, which was from Falsworth.

"After careful consideration, we evacuated all the people who monitored you, so do it yourself!"

"I heard you went to investigate the extinction of species?" How about you monitor me closely when you come back?"

After returning the text message, he put his phone in his pocket, and the almost disabled tower did not drive, so only Lance drove him in his second-hand Chevrolet.

Max, who watched them go out, couldn't help but roll his eyes, picked up the red-dyed towel and threw it into the trash.

Sitting on the couch and picking up sleep, Tom turned on the TV.

"Arrived."

Half an hour later, the two arrived at the address said by the tower, which was a bar. Lance parked the car and walked inside with him.

Without stopping at the first floor, the tower led Lance directly to the second floor.

Walking through the corridor to the end of the second floor, Lance pushed the door into a private room where a middle-aged man with a ponytail sat and a muscular black man next to him.

"Mr. Carlos, I brought people ... : The tower looked respectfully at the man with the ponytail.

"Hmm." Carlos got up, walked to Lance's side and looked around: "You are Lance?"

"How else?"

"Huh... With character, you must know the purpose of this visit, right? Carlos smiled and said, "Welcome."

"What the hell do you want me to do?" Lance asked bluntly.

"Hehe, it's very painful, then I'll get straight to the point." Carlos reached out and slapped his hand, and the strong black man left to stand up and start moving.

Looking at the other party's posture, Lance knew that the other party was going to make a move, he didn't see too much on such occasions, and he was used to it.

Carlos ignored the tower's ugly face and said: "You know, I don't trust the tower much, you just need to fight a tie with him, so even if you win, you can join us if you win, how?" "

Oh?"

Lance smiled angrily and said that he would call me to meet and talk, but now he is going to fight?

"Sorry, I'm not interested." After Lance coldly refused, he turned around and wanted to leave.