The full name is Internal Revenue Service, the U.S. Internal Revenue Service, which is affiliated with the Department of the Treasury.
This department is awesome, very awesome!
As we all know, there are three things you must not do on earth, that is to prohibit alcohol in a fighting nation, to fight drugs in China, and to evade taxes in the United States.
The American imperialists have a proverb: Death and taxes are the only things in the world that are eternal!
In the United States, regardless of whether it is illegal income or legal income, even if it is earned through illegal means, you have to pay taxes to the IRS.
IRS: No matter what you do, I can’t lose a penny of my money!
That's right, that's what they are!
The IRS is all-pervasive in the American empire, and is known as "the most feared government department of the American empire." Its deterrent power far exceeds that of the Department of Defense and the CIA, FBI, CIA, DEA, etc. In front of them, it is like a little brother.
The origin of IRS can be traced back to the American Civil War. At that time, the North and the South were fighting fiercely, and military expenditures were once very tight. President Lincoln saw that it was impossible to fight the war without money, and immediately asked the tax department to work overtime to collect taxes so that they could be used to subsidize the military.
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The hard-working tax department went to collect taxes, but was driven away with a gun pointed at the head. So, under the authorization of Lincoln, the IRS became the second broadcast system for middle school students across the country... Bah, it was born in response to the call of the times.
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The IRS has the right to be armed to demand taxes. When faced with non-cooperative elements who violently resist taxes, they say hey, you have a gun, I still have a cannon!
The tax collection was successful, Lincoln obtained a large amount of military spending, and won the final victory of the war.
So, do you think the Civil War was won because a large number of black slaves replenished the supply of troops?
Was Lincoln assassinated because the southern slave owners were unwilling to fail? Was it caused by class interests and political contradictions?
Haha, you are still too young!
Since then, the IRS has developed an excellent tax collection style. It will never be aggressive when it comes to taking action, and it will shoot whenever it disagrees. There are 110,000 staff members, 40,000 of whom are armed forces. They are well-equipped and their combat effectiveness is comparable to that of the Army's Mountain Division.
In the American empire, the largest armed organization is the US Army, the second is the Coast Guard, and the third is the IRS. In American movies and television works, the FBI is often used as a negative teaching material to support the tall and tall male protagonist.
on the background board, but no film has ever dared to make fun of the IRS. This is their deterrence.
With the note given by former IRS member Cross, Russell knocked down 2,000 US dollars and set out on the road with full confidence. Cross exaggerated Mr. Smith's quality so much that he was a real boss, even if he was not as powerful as Cross.
It's certainly not that far apart.
So, Russell rented a Ford F-150 at the second-hand car market and headed for the next state. Because Mr. Smith's phone was turned off, Russell had to go straight on the road to prevent unnecessary misunderstandings. Cross wrote a personal letter
, and attached a threaded warhead, which was a secret code between two middle-aged men.
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The city where Mr. Smith lived was a little way away. Russell drove southwest and spent a day on the highway before arriving at his destination at night.
Even if he has proficient driving skills, it cannot offset the poor performance of a second-hand Ford. Perhaps because it has not been maintained for a long time, the Ford's tires have poor grip.
There are many car rental markets in the United States, and Russell found a leasing company that was closely related to the gray industry. It said it was renting out but in fact it was selling it directly. The buyer did not care about the identity of the renter and would not go through complicated procedures and just pay the money with one hand.
, first-hand delivery, clean and tidy, no nonsense.
Almost all of these second-hand cars sold at a low price have unknown origins and have changed hands many times. Their true origins cannot be investigated. For example, the Ford under Russell's buttocks. If a car is a man's lover, it is already an experienced bus.
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On the way, Russell encountered a police officer who was blocking the road without any danger. With the driver's license book he got from a gangster and the yellow face that Europeans and Americans would see, he easily got through.
The place where Mr. Smith lived was a bit remote, and Russell found it under the guidance of a group of kind-hearted gangsters. These gangsters were kind-hearted and gave free directions. They also cried and gave Russell the change in their pockets.
The upright Russell flatly refused. When the gangsters saw that he was unwilling, they howled and cried on the spot. Russell had no choice but to accept it.
It is not a wise choice to knock on the killer's door in the middle of the night. The other party is likely to stay up late coding, and the train of thought will be interrupted, resulting in failure to update in time, and the consequences will be very serious.
Russell originally planned to explore the place first and bring some fruit to the door the next day. Cross gave him 2,000 US dollars and asked him to buy some gifts. Russell thought that the old America was too tacky, and buying some fruit was enough. It was a light gift but a heavy emphasis on affection.
He was ready to send his sincere greetings to his old friend on the cross.
Ford drove past Mr. Smith's address, an abandoned building in the suburbs. Wall bricks could be seen everywhere on the mottled walls. It was estimated that only homeless people would live here.
Russell found that something was wrong with the situation. It was not that the sanitary environment was poor. Since Mr. Smith was a killer, he must be cautious in character. There was nothing wrong with living in an inaccessible suburb.
But what the hell are the dozen or so black Buicks in front of the building with Mr. Smith having a lingerie party?
A lingerie party is out of the question. There are a few guys in suits and ties standing outside the building, wearing sunglasses late at night. They are either blind or selling insurance. Considering they didn’t bring a guide dog, they are more likely to sell insurance!
Obviously, Mr. Smith's situation was not very good. He was blocked at the door.
Several men in suits and ties also spotted Ford sneaking around. Two of them walked over to Russell, and the rest put their hands inside their suits. They all had guns.
Bang! Bang! Bang...
Continuous gunshots were heard from the building. Russell cursed secretly and stepped on the accelerator to speed away. Seeing this, the two men in suits and ties did not choose to pursue them and returned to their respective posts.
Russell did not leave. He made a circle and parked the Ford under the shadow of a big tree. The gunshots upstairs continued, from constant gunshots at the beginning to intermittent now. If it weren't for the enemy whipping the corpse,
That means Smith just staged a killing spree.
A few men in suits and ties stopped guarding the door, took out pistols from their arms and rushed in. What followed was another burst of gunfire.
Russell had no idea of rushing over to help. He counted the number of business Buicks. If they were all full, the number of enemies would be quite terrifying. He did not want to die for a stranger he had never met.
The gunfire in the building became intensive again, as if it was a pause after a climax, the gunfire stopped instantly.
Two figures ran out of the building, a man and a woman. The man was wearing a black leather trench coat, and the woman was wrapped tightly. In the night, it was difficult to see what they looked like.
As the two ran into the alley next to them, more than 20 men in suits and ties armed with guns ran out of the building. The short man in the lead yelled and ran into the alley.
Russell touched his chin, maybe...he could kill him from behind.
The man who escaped was none other than Smith, a man with a cold and mysterious appearance. No one knew his past, but he had a face that said, "I have a story."
Smith has been in a bad mood these past two days. Because of a moment of weakness, he accidentally got involved in a conspiracy.
He is not a kind-hearted person, and he has no idea of becoming a hero, but when he saw a pregnant woman who was eight months pregnant being chased by a group of gun-wielding gangsters, he still instinctively extended a helping hand.
In a chaotic gun battle, the pregnant woman was frightened and gave birth prematurely. She herself was not able to escape, leaving only her newborn baby behind.
Smith originally thought that the incident would end with the death of the woman, and he had no intention of continuing to get involved, but then he discovered that the target of the other party was not the woman, but the newborn baby. Unable to bear to abandon the baby to death, he once again offered help.
Hand, and found his mistress for help.
Newborns need breast milk. Smith does not have that function, but her prostitute concubine Quintana does. The unlucky prostitute was dragged down by him and brought back to his residence in the suburbs.
Next, the enemy came to the door. Smith dominated the show-off scene. With his accurate marksmanship, he single-handedly fought against 50 gunmen and fought his way out of the siege with his mistress and baby.
Hiding in the dark alley, Smith thought he would get rid of the enemy, but he never thought that the short leader was already prepared and trotted over with a hound.
The ferocious barking of dogs echoed in the alley, accompanied by the sound of rapid footsteps, giving people a suffocating and depressing feeling in the gloomy alley.
"Kill that dog, kill that dog quickly!" Quintana said in a low voice. They could not escape the pursuit without killing the dog.
Smith refused without thinking: "No, I like dogs."
Quintana was stunned, I have no problem with you loving dogs, but dogs don’t know!
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【Street Diary】
The editor told me not to stay up late typing, but to take good care of my body. That way, when I'm on the road, I can at least go to work on the floor tiles.