Schiller was watching Patrick's show in the office of Arkham Asylum when suddenly the cell phone he had put at hand rang. When he picked it up, Bavel's angrily roar came from the opposite side: "Rodriguez!! You fucking
How dare you check me?!!”
"Calm down, ma'am." Schiller said while picking the coffee beans, "Of course you can continue to be angry, it's your freedom. But if you can't calm down as soon as possible, you'll miss a great deal that will make you go further.
Chance."
Bavel cursed over there for several words before calming down. She took a deep breath and said, "My father is dead. No matter what happened back then, you can't help but use this handle to get in the way..."
"I have no intention of doing this, because it is not good for me," Schiller said. "I check you because you check me. Since you haven't found anything, I won't even if I found anything.
You can use it. Because after all, you can't harm me."
This passage sounded a bit confusing, but Bavel still understood what he meant. Although she didn't know why the man opposite was so confident, she still became as vigilant as possible.
"Okay, ma'am, let's talk about it." Schiller continued, "A great opportunity to get you promoted to another level is in front of you, so don't spend time guessing I'm an alien or something else
.”
"What do you mean?" asked Bavel.
"Do you know how much the ratings of Patrick's show have reached? He's about to break the record...it's already broken the record. There are tens of millions of people watching his show on the entire East Coast. Do you know what that means?"
Bavel narrowed his eyes slightly. She stroked her fingertips and said, "Some people say you call yourself a psychiatrist, and my subordinates told me that Carter's mental state is very abnormal. This exciting pursuit was arranged by you.
?”
"That's right." Schiller sighed helplessly and said, "Gotham people prefer some action scenes. But the effect is still good. What do you think?"
Even if he is full of fear, Bavel cannot tell lies with his eyes open. Ratings are the best answer. This is indeed a very exciting pursuit.
"That's not the point, ma'am," Schiller continued. "The point is whether this shows the deterrence and professionalism of the IRS?"
"…What do you want to do?" asked Bavel.
"Now talk to your boss and find ways to get the hottest radio stations in the East Coast cities to broadcast this show. He will agree."
Bavel swallowed. She knew that Schiller was right, and his boss would definitely agree, because this was the best opportunity to show his muscles. But she didn't understand Schiller's purpose and dared not agree easily.
"You must be wondering why I did this." Schiller seemed to see through his thoughts, "but I am frank, it is because you are too useless. Otherwise, I don't need to go around such a big circle."
"What did you say?" Bavel's tone became a little unkind.
"I mean, your IRS is not doing a good job, it can be said to be very bad." Schiller said bluntly.
Before Bavel said anything, Schiller said, "You will definitely ask me what qualifications are for me to say this, but like this time, if it weren't for those gamblers, you would have let Carter run away.
It's the difference between me and you - I understand ordinary people, stand with them, and be good at using them. This is what you should have done."
"It is a good thing to strictly investigate taxes, but if you spend all your energy on exploiting the poor, you will never think about achieving any achievements in your life."
"A rich man is worth hundreds of thousands of poor people, of course he should aim for fat sheep. Of course you will want both, but the fact is, it is better to use one to deal with the other. Or you will deal with the rich,
It’s helping the poor. As long as you show them clearly, countless people will be willing to help you.”
After Bavel hung up the phone, he was still thinking about what Schiller said. Of course she understood what Schiller meant, but most Americans were afraid of them. Not to mention taking the initiative to help them, see
They want to walk around.
In the past, they have always regarded this as a successful establishment of authority, but the fact is that their work has become increasingly difficult in recent years, and Bavel has not been promoted for a long time.
"Boss, the reporting hotline was blown up." A head looked over from the door and said, "It was all about Carter Group's tax evasion. I sifted it and found that there was really a lot of useful information."
Bavel frowned and said, "Do you know who reported it?"
"Many of them are anonymous. Do you want me to check it out?"
"No, let's confirm the authenticity of the information first. If it is useful, send someone to investigate. Before the trial, the more evidence, the better."
At dawn, Bavel looked at the thick stack of information in his hand and raised his eyebrows in surprise: "So many found out in one night?"
"It was not our search, most of them came to the door." The subordinate said, "Someone called to report, some people stuffed information into the email, and some people simply sent things to the police station. We sorted out and there were so many.
.”
Bavel simply looked through the information and found that it was really not heard of. Most of them were very conclusive crimes. Although they were not under the jurisdiction of the IRS, if they could be charged at the same time, it would definitely make Carter's crime a little more than that.
Lose room for turning over.
Those who do their job are most afraid of not being able to commit suicide at once. As long as they can get the other party to sit in prison, they dare to do anything.
Bavel sighed and said, "Go and call Chandler over, it's his turn to work."
"By the way, where did that Nightwing go?"
"He met Batman."
"Batman?" Bavel slowly frowned.
"Yes, it's the clown's nemesis."
"This time it was the clown who kidnapped the rich, right?"
"That's right, so the two of them may be discussing against the clown."
Bavel stood up suddenly: "Stop them! Hurry!"
The noise of Gotham is still the same in the morning. The black SUV convoy of the IRS Special Operations Team is galloping on the streets. The lights cut through the rain. The roar of the engine echoes on the empty streets, attracting the pedestrians around to see their heads and minds.
"The target is moving towards the dock, keep a distance, don't let him run away!" Lake, the leader of the special operations team, shouted at the intercom, his eyes fixed on the black Batmobile in front of him, and the jet engine at the rear of the car was on a rainy night
A blue flame was drawn.
The motorcycle shook its tail smoothly and came to the side of the Batmobile. Nightwing held his hands tightly and lowered his body, roared at the intercom, "Batman! Why do they chase you?!"
"I think they should be chasing you."
"How is that possible? I didn't evade taxes!"
"Neither I."
"Okay, maybe it's the GTO business, that guy is still chasing GTO funds."
"Then you take them away, I'll go to the Joker's base."
"What if I get caught up with them?!"
"I won't pay you bail."
Yeyi rolled his eyes and blew the accelerator to the end. In front of the tax audit, life and death are fate, wealth and honor are in the sky, and the ones running slower are in the front row!
"Batman! Stop immediately! Batman!! I am I an agent of the IRS Special Squad Lake! Pull over and stop immediately!!!"
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"Hey, they seem to be chasing you." Nightwing turned a corner again and came to the other side of Batman and said, "You won't really evade taxes, are you?"
"I didn't." Batman denied again.
"Then why do they chase you?"
“I’m thinking about this issue too.”
Batman responded in a low voice, with a hint of impatience in his voice. He turned the steering wheel suddenly, and the Batmobile made a sharp turn and rushed into a narrow alleyway.
Behind the IRS convoy followed closely. The voice of an agent came from Lake's intercom: "Captain, he entered the lane! Do we want to follow in?"
"Follow! Don't let him run away!" Lake said quickly. He took out his pistol and shot it at the rear of the Batmobile.
"It seems that I'm going to bail you." Nightwing said to Batman through the intercom, with a hint of teasing in his tone.
"Don't be distracted." Batman's voice was still calm, but the accelerator under his feet was stepping deeper.
This time he just wanted to go to the Joker's base to explore the reality of the truth, but the IRS people appeared out of thin air and were chasing them. Batman was thinking about all the operations he had taken over the Wayne Group over the years to ensure that
There is no place for them to catch the handle.
After thinking about it for a long time, Batman finally confirmed that he should have no tax problems. He finally slowed down his car.
Batman stopped. Lake told Bavel on the intercom: "It seems he is confident in his tax situation."
"Of course, who doesn't know that Wayne Group has the best tax team in the world?" Bavel snorted coldly and said, "Tell him we're not going to check his taxes."
"So what reason should I stop?"
"GTO." Bavel replied, "He has participated in the bidding for GTO investments, and we asked him to collect evidence."
Lake nodded immediately, but said with some concern: "This guy is a masked hero. What if he doesn't admit his true identity?"
"This is not useful if he doesn't admit it." Barvel paused for a moment and said, "Obsecrating Bruce Wayne is indeed not a good idea, but if we want to do something about GTO, we have to face him.
You must be too timid."
Lake nodded and said, "Okay, I get it. I will be as vague as possible."
After saying that, he also pulled over and parked the car, picked up the intercom and got out of the car. The agent behind him took out his gun and pointed it at Batman and Nightwing.
"Don't be nervous." Lake waved his hand and said, "We want to ask you a few questions about GTO. Do you have time to go with us?"
"Not available," Batman said.
"Sorry, this is not a question." Lake took out his ID and said, "IRS does not need anyone's consent. Please, the big hero."
Batman narrowed his eyes. Lake did not come forward rashly, and the two of them were in a stalemate here.
Lake also felt a little tricky. Knowing Batman's true identity, he did not want to fight head-on when the other party did not reveal his flaws, as it might be very unfavorable to him and his boss.
Just as he was thinking about whether to continue threatening, the walkie-talkie suddenly rang. Listening to the movement on the other end, Lake slowly opened his eyes wide.
After hanging up the phone, he stepped forward and didn't care about Batman's hand pressing on the dart.
However, what he showed off this time was not the ID, but the handcuffs.
"Sorry, sir. Your official nominal funder Bruce Wayne is suspected of illegally invading the Fed's backend system. We suspect he is going to modify the funding data for Wayne Group to evade taxes, and you are arrested."
Bruce: No universe's Fed can escape my evil hands.