Of course, this didn't mean that Morin was going to be a small-time IRS employee who relied on this kind of small money to increase his experience points from now on.
This was a spy world! If he was going to get into gray income, he was going to go big! For example, taxing terrorists?
The phone store earlier was just because the clerk happened to run into Morin, who was looking for an opportunity to experiment, so he was the one who suffered.
Now that he had discovered that gray income could be counted toward his experience points, how could Morin be satisfied with such small income that not only brought in very little money but also might cause unnecessary trouble?
Waving for a taxi, Morin took a cab directly to the entrance of the Langley City Tax Bureau. The considerate system had arranged a position for him right nearby, and he was to start work that very day.
So, to be precise, Morin had just used his badge to extort money from that phone store owner... But don't misunderstand, the owner had definitely evaded more taxes than this over the years.
And although Morin hadn't officially started his job yet, his badge did give him the authority. If he were to really investigate, the owner's store would be directly shut down, and he would likely be fined into bankruptcy.
Don't doubt it; this was absolutely something IRS agents were capable of and did often. How else would they have earned such a big "reputation"?
After finishing the onboarding process, Morin was assigned a task. Employees at the tax bureau could be divided into two types, in a sense. There were the desk clerks and the field agents.
Desk clerks would dare to investigate anyone, while field agents would dare to investigate anything! And Morin was assigned a field agent position. He was assigned to a team.
"So... Morin, can I call you that?" Duke asked while driving.
"Of course," Morin nodded.
"Okay, Morin. Since it's your first day, I'm responsible for introducing you to our work and helping you get familiar with the work environment and so on..." Duke scratched his head. It seemed that due to excessive work pressure, his hairline was already receding, even though he looked to be in his thirties or forties.
It was mostly hidden by his long bangs, but whenever the wind blew... Duke hated the wind.
"First, we'll find you a place to live, and then we'll wait for a mission to be assigned," Duke said.
"Generally, there's not too much to do. Most of the time, it's just trivial things, so we're usually very relaxed and free."
Morin nodded, and glanced at Duke's hair. He didn't look very relaxed and free.
"The main thing is that those trivial things can be very draining. Also, in our line of work, we have to worry about retaliation from certain people."
"Don't doubt it. Some people are just crazy enough to attack government officials. When that happens, don't hesitate. If you suspect the other party has a gun, you can shoot in self-defense." Duke began to teach Morin the "freedom" of his work.
"Oh... I see," Morin said, nodding in understanding.
"By the way, your gun license is being processed. It should be approved tomorrow, and we have a special training ground. When you have free time, you can go there to practice shooting. Your exclusive firearm will be issued to you when your license comes through."
Duke said, "Before that, you'll follow me to get familiar with our future work... but first, let's go find you a place to live."
Morin listened casually, not paying too much attention. The two were not from the same world. Morin hadn't come here just to be a regular small-time tax bureau employee. He was here to do big things.
So, in just over ten days, Morin was promoted after successfully catching a drug dealer, collecting a huge amount of fines and back taxes from him.
That's right, the IRS has the right to collect taxes on illegal income from things like drug trafficking, and it's rightfully a much higher rate than on legitimate income!
This is one of the things that makes the IRS so legendary. There was a time when a big-time drug lord in Chicago was untouchable by the FBI because there was no evidence.
However, the IRS reviewed his case and found that they hadn't received any of his tax payments.
He didn't pay his taxes? Guys, let's go get him!
So, the IRS sent an agent to go undercover as a mole in the drug lord's organization. After collecting enough evidence, the drug lord was arrested on the charge of "tax evasion," and almost all of his assets were confiscated!
This was a legend from the past.
Before long, after successfully solving several major "tax evasion" cases, Morin successfully became another legend of the IRS! At this point, it was almost a year since Morin first arrived in this world.
...
Almost a year later, in an office.
"Time off?" Morin's superior, Chris, asked. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure," Morin said. "The long-term fight against crime has kept my mind in a state of constant tension for too long. My mental stress is too high. I suspect that if this continues, I may develop some psychological issues, so I need some therapeutic relaxation."
"Nerve tension, high mental stress?" Chris looked confused.
"Hmm... is there something wrong with that reason?"
"Are you saying your mental stress is high because you were dating five of your female colleagues at the same time and got exposed? Or because you used that drug dealer's money to stay at the most luxurious hotel in Dubai for a month?"
"Or, is it because we went to see a Hollywood movie and saw you in it, and you stole the spotlight from the main actor?"
"Uh," Morin's mouth twitched, but he didn't show any embarrassment. "A bit of all of them, I guess..."
"Fine," Chris shook his head helplessly. "I don't know what you're planning now, but Morin, please try to control yourself a little. Although what you've done is within the rules, I don't want to see you cross the line and have to bail you out."
"You can trust me to handle my business," Morin said with a raised eyebrow. "Besides, even if I break the law, who can catch me?"
"That's true," Chris nodded. He then leaned in and asked quietly, "I heard you slept with a beautiful female FBI agent last time? How was it? How did it feel?"
"..." Morin thought carefully, and was silent for a long time.
"What, it wasn't good? That doesn't seem right."
"No, I'm just trying to figure out which one you're talking about."
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