In the world, there are three things that you must absolutely not mess with in three different countries. They are: tax evasion in America, drug trafficking in China, and being a hostage in Russia.
In America, if you're caught evading taxes, losing everything you own is the least of your worries. In China, if you're caught drug trafficking, you get a bullet to the head, no questions asked. If you're a hostage in Russia... the hostages are often killed first by the police or military, and the terrorists receive a message saying, "The hostages have been killed. You have nothing to hold against us. Surrender now!"
As a hostage in Russia, it's better to ask the terrorists for a gun and join them; you might have a better chance of surviving.
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The IRS, America's tax bureau, is a group that all Americans fear. This department has power equal to, and sometimes even greater than, agencies like the FBI and CIA!
From sending undercover agents to take down mob bosses the FBI couldn't catch, to sending a low-level employee to monitor a restaurant's income for a year to check for tax evasion...
All in all, from small-time to big-time, if you're caught in a tax evasion scheme and the IRS has their eyes on you, Americans will panic.
This is one of the reasons why Morin chose this profession! What's even more interesting is that it's a private company hired by the federal government, not a state-run entity!
It's absolutely ridiculous.
"America really is a magical country..." Morin thought to himself, sighing with emotion.
Morin entered the phone store, asked about a particular phone, opened his satchel, took out some cash, and bought a phone for himself.
The satchel was provided by the system and contained not only ten thousand dollars in cash but also various documents—a passport, green card, IRS employee ID, etc., all complete and valid, and they would hold up to scrutiny.
In the previous Fast and Furious world, Morin had also received a similar satchel. Besides the different IDs and professional licenses, everything else, except for the date on the documents, was basically the same.
At that time, to verify some things, Morin had personally checked everything and found that the identity the system had created for him in that world was flawless.
Any information that was incorrect, such as his parents in that world, couldn't be verified because they were all "dead," and only the records remained!
Although Morin knew those records were all fake, as long as they couldn't be verified, they were real!
"I have to say, it's very thoughtful. Otherwise, I would have had to waste a lot of time getting an ID and figuring out how to get a job," Morin thought.
"It doesn't talk to me or scheme against me, and it doesn't give me any mandatory missions that will result in me being erased... compared to those flashy, trashy systems others have, this one is so much better!"
Morin didn't know if his system had consciousness, but that didn't stop him from buttering it up... wait, I mean, expressing his gratitude.
As for why Morin chose the IRS employee profession? Besides the fact that the IRS has a lot of power and freedom, the main reason was...
Morin, who had just walked out of the store with a phone and a SIM card, turned around and went back in.
His sharp hearing had picked up what the store clerk was saying: "I can't believe this yellow monkey has so much money. He must have stolen it from somewhere."
This was unacceptable. But Morin didn't plan on using violence; he was going to use the power he now had. It was a good chance to test some things.
The clerk looked at Morin walking back in, confused, and asked, "Sir, can I help you?" I have to say, this person was a decent actor; at least on the surface, he showed no sign of impatience.
"I'm sorry, I'm an out-of-town special agent from the Langley City Tax Bureau, and I'm here to investigate this store for tax evasion," Morin said with a cold expression, taking out his badge and showing it to the clerk.
"I noticed you took my cash and didn't intend to give me a receipt. You have the right to remain silent, but anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law!"
The clerk's eyes went wide, and his face was full of disbelief. What the f**?! Is this for real?
This is just a small phone store!
I saw you were Asian and figured you didn't know the situation in America, so I thought I could evade the tax on this one transaction. The money I saved would be half of thebonus my boss would give me, and that would be enough for me to take a girl out!
And you're telling me you're an IRS agent and you're going to arrest me for tax evasion?*
The clerk didn't know it, but if he did, he would have shouted, "Sting operation! This is a sting operation!"
Of course, he also didn't know that if he hadn't been so rude behind Morin's back, Morin wouldn't have singled him out for a sting operation.
"No, sir, please don't do this." The clerk's legs were shaking a little. He wasn't sure if Morin's badge was real, but what if it was?
The IRS's reputation precedes them. The clerk knew that if he really caused trouble and this person was indeed an IRS employee, he would be completely finished! And he would take his boss down with him!
"You're the clerk. Where's the owner of this store? Call him over," Morin said. "I need to question him!"
"I... I'll call the boss right away!" The clerk was trembling and completely lost his wits. He dialed his boss's number.
"What?" The boss, who had just heard the clerk's confused explanation, was stunned. "Are you sure? A special agent from the Langley City Tax Bureau?"
"Yes, yes," the clerk said, now a bit more collected, and added quietly, "I just saw he was Asian, so I..."
"You said he's Asian?" The boss was even more shocked. "How can an Asian be from the Tax Bureau? Are you sure his badge isn't fake?"
"I don't know how to tell if it's fake or not!" the clerk said, feeling wronged.
"Alright, tell him to wait a bit. I'll be right there!" the boss said. "It's ninety percent fake! I'll come with my cop friend, expose him, and have this damn liar arrested!"
"Okay, boss!" With his boss's support, the clerk had a bit more courage and was about to respond to Morin with a lot of confidence.
But when he looked up and saw Morin's deep, thoughtful eyes, he immediately lost his nerve and weakly said, "Our boss said he's coming right away..."
"Heh heh," Morin sneered twice, not bothering to pay attention to him. He just stood there and started playing a game of Snake.
He had, of course, heard what the boss on the other end of the phone had said, but it wasn't surprising. White supremacy in America is very serious, and whether it's against Asians or blacks, most people say they are not racist, but in reality, they are.
For Morin, he had also encountered many such things when he first arrived in the Fast and Furious world years ago. It wasn't until he became rich that he almost never encountered it again.
So, in the end, having money is the real key. Most of the time, having money means having a voice and power.
Soon after, a chubby boss arrived at the store with a chubby police officer.
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