"Baville Smith, Commissioner of the Domestic Income Agency." The brown-haired woman in a black suit raised her ID at Bruce. Two tall and tall subordinates holding shotguns came over and stood behind Bruce.
"We have received the information you sent, and now we will carry out the witness protection process on you. You will be subject to all-round supervision and protection from the IRS until we finish the investigation. Thank you for your cooperation."
Bruce was taken on the helicopter, but Bavel had not left yet. He looked back at the Pale Knight and said, "Mr. Mayor, I'm glad to see you. This is our first meeting, but it won't be the last time
.I hope you can cooperate with our work. Thank you.”
After saying that, he also got on the helicopter, leaving only the Pale Knight and Nightwing staring at each other.
Suddenly, a faint sound of electric current broke through the silence, as if some kind of giant was awakening. The two turned to look into the city.
The first screen lights up, and the dazzling blue light is like a sharp blade, splitting the darkness. Then, the second and third... countless screens spread rapidly along the exterior walls of the building like ignited sparks.
Neon advertising, holographic projection, and data flows surge like tides, submerging the entire city in a sea of virtual fire.
"I'm very happy to meet you again. I'm Penny, the host of Gotham Evening News."
"I'm Pollock."
The voices familiar to both Gotham people appeared on the screen, and the host of Gotham News showed a professional smile at the screen.
"The task we are sitting here today is not to broadcast news, but to explain a live broadcast. You can understand this as a variety show. Later, we will switch to professional variety show hosts in the outfield to provide the content of the show.
Make a comment.”
"Yes, today's show is a bit special. The organizer of the variety show called tonight's theme 'Night of Death'."
"Please don't get me wrong, no one will really die. So be sure to let your child sit in front of the screen, which may teach him a lot of expertise."
"Yes, Penny. My son is on the live broadcast now, so I want him to study hard. After all, there are not many opportunities like this."
"Okay, I guess the audience is already telling us not to keep it aside." The host smiled and said, "Tonight's program is mainly broadcast in the form of live broadcast, and the theme of live broadcast is 'tax check'."
"Yes, you heard it right, it's not April. But Gotham will still usher in an unprecedented tax cleanup. Next, let's connect Ms. Smith, the Special Commissioner for the US Domestic Revenue Agency, for this operation, for us
Explain in detail…”
The picture flashed, and a woman's back appeared in the picture. She pressed her headphones and said, "I have nothing to say. You Gotham bastards are so out of date! I've been waiting for this day for a long time."
"Ahem, okay. Gotham residents, please don't panic. As long as you pay taxes on time, this action will never harm you. On the contrary, we will let the rich spit out that they should spit.
Taxes, come and transform this damn city!”
Ordinary people who stop in front of the screen look at me, and I look at you. Although they have all heard of the name of IRS, few people have really been fisted. But almost everyone has been oppressed by the elite. Now
When they heard them speak so harshly, they were a little skeptical.
Suddenly, the picture flashed again. This time the picture became much richer, and the faces that appeared on the screen were still familiar to everyone - Patrick, the host of the variety show "Downtown Jazz Dance".
"Hi, good evening everyone. I'm Patrick, guess where I'm? I believe some people have guessed it after looking at the background behind me. Yes, Philes Casino, its closing has saved many families, right?
?”
Patrick's exaggerated movements and expressions combined with a slightly hellish joke made people laugh immediately. The fat middle-aged man on the screen waved and said, "I'm not here to conduct anti-gambling education, it's the opposite. Today I want to
Let’s play an interesting bet with everyone.”
"You must have heard of tax checks. This is not a trivial matter. But anyway, it's not us who are unlucky, so why don't we have fun together?"
"Okay, do you see the phone number that appears at the bottom of the screen?" Patrick stretched out his hand and pointed down, "Now take out your phone yellow pages immediately and write down this number. If you make a fortune in the future,
This will always be your lucky number!”
"Have you remembered it all? What about you? And you? You won't think your brain can remember such a long number, pick up the pen right away..."
"Okay! I believe everyone has already remembered it. So please listen carefully next. What I said is very important. This is a rare opportunity in a century. I don't want any of my fans to miss it."
"We all know that Gotham has a lot of rich people, right? You can always say a few, Justin, who runs supermarkets, Pete, who runs real estate, who else is there? Charabon, who runs factories? Haha, he
But it's gone."
"How much money do these guys earn every day? Does anyone know? You will definitely think about it. If you care, he won't give me a point anyway."
"Yes, of course he won't. Even if you kneel at their feet and beg them, they won't look at you more. Because you are a dirty poor man. You're even a reproductive isolation from them."
"But, but, guess how they faced the IRS men? Haha. Does anyone want to see them kneeling on the ground and lick their leather shoes? I just want to!"
"Today is a big day. The IRS can't bear the lawless tax evasion gang of our buddha. They decided to have a big purge and broadcast the whole process live."
"They will fight to the death, right? Even if they earn so much money, they will not pay taxes obediently. But unfortunately, if you read the news, you should know that they were unfortunately kidnapped."
"They can't escape sanctions with the old ways now. And my program, I mean, I'm lucky enough to contact the kidnapper. He said he was very interested in the tax check and was willing to let my photographer take their hearts
Like a dead-shot expression.”
As soon as Patrick finished speaking, a small window appeared next to him. The small window gradually enlarged, but Patrick himself became a picture in a picture.
In the new picture, in the hall of a dark cell, a huge long table next to it, with several chairs sitting on each chair. A person was handcuffed to the armrests of the chairs.
The light suddenly lit up. Only then did the audience see their faces clearly—Gotham’s elites.
These are indeed familiar faces. Their industry is almost monopolized in Gotham. But besides them, there are some people in the cell. These people in the cell are not so familiar, and most of them are the dependence of these core figures.
Those.
A huge Gotham map is placed in the center of the long table. When the camera gradually moves upward, you can see this map, which simply shows the terrain, but more of the locations of various family industries are drawn.
The high-definition pictures of the map appeared on one side of the screen. Only then did the audience see clearly. Various industries were marked with different colors. They also drew grids and routes like Monopoly.
With a clang, two dice fell into the center of the map.
"I guess everyone must be confused." The picture in the cell was frozen, and Patrick returned to the center of the picture again. At this time, a huge curtain with a map printed appeared behind him. He was like a host of weather forecasts.
Likewise, he held a thin long pole and pointed to the map and said.
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"This is the game we are going to play today. I call it the 'Tax Monopoly'. The gameplay is not much different from the ordinary Monopoly game. In short, it is to throw dice and walk the steps. Check wherever you stop."
"Of course, if you just sit in front of the TV, this kind of gameplay would be a bit boring. But our organizer obviously had a better idea and he decided to let everyone get involved."
"Everyone has seen it. There are many forks on the route of the map." Patrick gestured on the map, then took out a magnetic little man, stuck it on the map with a snap, imitating the little man step by step
Go forward.
"If the dice points are the ones, our commissioner will stop at the forks, then you will need to take out your cell phones and vote for the direction."
"Every text message you sent represents a vote. Oh, by the way, don't worry about phone bills, text messages are free."
"We will do a vote-taking on site. The specialist will go in the direction of the most votes. That is to say, you can control where the specialist will check first."
"Someone will definitely ask, tax auditing is a very serious job, how can it be so sarcastic? Shouldn't you check those big players who evade taxes first?"
"You've just asked this. According to insiders, there are no rich people who don't evade taxes. In other words, you have to check it early and late. Everyone is the same for checking it."
"In the past, when conducting tax audits, we need to choose targets and focus on cracking down on them. It is because we are afraid that those big players who evade taxes will run away. But this is not a problem in our buddha. Thanks to the kidnapper Ms. Clown. None of them can escape."
Patrick suddenly stretched out a finger and pointed at the screen and said, "I know you must be talking. This guy is talking nonsense again. How can he get rich by voting on his mobile phone?"
"Guys, see where I am! The Phils Casino is reopening! That's the highlight of today - let's take a bet on their sentences!"
"I know you don't understand the law. So let's first let's see how a few unlucky guys who have learned from the past are judged!"
Patrick waved his hand and several avatars appeared on the screen. They were all wearing handcuffs and prison uniforms, all of them celebrities who were in jail for tax issues.
The large screen at the front of the dining table in the cell is played synchronously.
A rhythmic electronic synthesizer sounded.
"Wesley Snipes - Tax Doomsday for Well-known Heroes! Code Vulnerability: Three consecutive years of 0 tax returns X forged tax refund documents. Ending: 3 years of gilded trip to federal prison, with a fine of $7 million - more than vampire
What makes the sunbath even hotter is the IRS audit laser!”
"Laura Van Dusen - The Dark Web Wallet of Silicon Valley Goddess! Crypto Trap: Transfer $20 million in revenue with offshore companies X virtual assets tax deduction operation. Ending: Writing Blocks in the VIP area of San Quentin Prison
Chain and Iron Window Tears》, the sentence is 4 times longer than her algorithm cycle!”
"Maurice McMahon - The Paper Maze of the King of Real Estate! Architectural Scheme: 47 Skyscrapers 'Loss' Statement X Deduction for the Mistress's 'Business Consultation Fee' Deduction. Ending: When a bulldozer crushes his marble desk
At that time, federal agents were scanning his Swiss bank's quantum key with AR glasses."
"Yvonne Starling - Fashion Godmother's Fabric Scam! Creative Tax Evasion: Declare $5 Million's 'Clothing Destruction Loss' X Write Private Plane as 'Cloth Transport'. Finale: The latest season fashion show is held in Women's Prison Laundry Room
, the prison uniform number is her new brand logo."
"Remember: Gotham is a city of sin, a place beyond the law - but not a duty-free zone!"