American Comics: Begin to investigate the tax issue of Director S.H.I.E.L.D.

Chapter 51 Confused Bruce Wayne

After thinking of this step, everyone looked at Lin Yu with killing intent in an instant.

Few people are willing to give their money to other people, let alone this group of people, they are typical, capitalists in capitalists!Embezzlers in capital!
For capitalists, there is a saying that is quite apt "As long as they can get 20 and everyone else gets 10, they will never choose that they get 19 and everyone else gets 15."

And for this group of people, as long as they can kill people, they won't think about sharing the money.

So they looked at Falcone with anticipation.

They expect Falcone to give an order to let his men kill Lin Yu, so that they can sit back and relax.

"Now I see your confidence... very energetic." Falcone stood up slowly, came to the door, beside Lin Yu, and looked at the group of people who had surrounded his subordinates in turn The thug in a suit was full of emotion in his tone and eyes.

"I seem to see that when I was young, I was also like this. I was full of fighting spirit, thinking that the future must belong to me, and I would do anything for it."

"They are law enforcement officers." Lin Yu reminded kindly, "As a gang leader, isn't it a bit weird for you to say that you looked like law enforcement officers when you were young?"

Falcone smiled slightly: "I think it's better to say that they are the elite of the gang than the law enforcement officers."

"That must be an illusion." Lin Yu said.

"Hopefully." Falcone said, "Since your goal this time has been achieved...you can leave, Commissioner Lin."

"Don't tell me, that's what I plan to do. After all, I have to report... I don't know if Gotham IRS will be open at such a late night?" Lin Yu looked at his watch and walked down the steps.

"Then, the next time we meet, it will probably be to investigate your tax issues. Goodbye, Falcone, sir."

The light rain seemed to never stop, Lin Yu's long black windbreaker fluttered, and all the men of Falcone in front of him gave way to Falcone, and he, just like that, stepped forward Leaving at a brisk pace.

"Go, it's time to report to the IRS in Gotham, my deputy commissioners." Lin Yu greeted, and then the hundred thugs in suits followed him and left, gradually submerging into the darkness.

Under the light at the entrance of the bar, Falcone, the godfather of the Gotham gangsters, stood on the steps and watched them go away.

This is very much like a struggle between two forces, and finally the winner is decided without bloodshed.

Outwardly, justice is in the dark, and evil is in the light.

But how long can this situation last?
The bells for the end of the old era have already sounded, and the drums of war for the arrival of the new era have already sounded.

As all of you are aware of that one thing.

Gotham is about to change.

……

Under the light, Falcone narrowed his eyes slightly.

He turned around and went back to the bar.

Facing the eyes of those people, he spoke softly.

"You all hope that I will kill him, hope that I will remove hidden dangers for you, and take the blame... This is not very good."

He motioned for his men to close the door.

"Everyone, I am not your tool, nor your subordinate. We are a cooperative relationship, a grasshopper tied to a rope... One thing that is clear is that if I fall, you will definitely have a hard time."

"Falcone, everyone knows this, but the matter is likely to involve the IRS headquarters...they have an army, and if they go too far, it is not impossible for the army to send into Gotham. ’ said Judge Fitton.

"So, we need to discuss a countermeasure, a unified countermeasure." Falcone said, "Is it true to pay taxes honestly, or do we think of other ways?"

The crowd was silent.

Everyone has different opinions in their hearts, but it is impossible for them to say it... Speaking out at this time is basically equivalent to the position of the leader.

No one wants to be the leader in this kind of thing, because it usually dies the fastest.

Now, in the lead are Falcone and Judge Fitton.

It is unavoidable for them to be the leaders. After all, if Lin Yu wants to check taxes, the two of them will bear the brunt.

The others... are not the first to be targeted, why are they so rushing to the front?
Of course it was right to be silent.

"...Well, we can't discuss a solution for this kind of thing in a short time." Falcone didn't expect to get an answer from someone. Based on his understanding of these people, if there is an answer, then It's weird.

"Now, let's deal with another matter first." Falcone looked at the simple Gotham citizen who was still slumped on the ground.

The simple Gotham citizen shuddered and said tremblingly, "I... I didn't mean it, my lord, I am willing to serve you..."

"Because of your impostor, I lost five or six men, one hundred thousand dollars, and more potential benefits."

Falcone put his hands on his knees and leaned slightly to look at him.

"In Gotham City, very few people's lives can be so valuable, there are only a handful of people."

"...I would like to..."

"You are just a tramp, a robbed, low-class guy, no matter what you are willing to do, there is no way to make up for the loss you have caused me now."

Falcone straightened up, returned to his seat and sat down, then took out a gun from the side, released the safety, and loaded it.

"The reason I'm willing to pay you to get you back from that IRS commissioner...is because I have to kill you, myself.

Only in this way can I vent my anger, avenge my innocent dead men, and tell the whole Gotham that I am not someone who can be provoked or touched by anyone. "

Falcone raised his gun and pointed it at the simple Gotham citizen.

"Be careful in your next life."

"boom!"

After a gunshot, Falcone waved his hand and asked his men to come down and clean up the scene.

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry for letting you see such a scene. I think that the topic we discussed before should not be able to reach a result today. So, let's end here."

Falcone waved his hand.

Everyone left in a scattered manner.

After everyone left, Falcone got in the car and left here too.

In the back seat, the old man closed his eyes to conceal the lingering exhaustion.

He is indeed old.

People will grow old after all.

……

Early the next morning.

Wayne Manor.

"Master Wayne, you should get up."

"Oh...Alfred, I feel pain in my lower back." Bruce moaned, clutching his waist.

"Even if you are wearing protective clothing, jumping from such a high place and hitting the iron railing, you will not be unscathed. My Master Wayne, my suggestion is that the next time you do this dangerous activity , you'd better prepare a parachute or something," Alfred said.

"Yeah, I'll ask Fox later...but the good news is, at least Gordon's on board now, isn't he?" Bruce said.

"Yes, and just when your waist was damaged because you asked for some information about Falcone, another person had already brought someone to Falcone's territory, killed someone, and was safe and sound Gone." Alfred said.

The daily life of a housekeeper is to hate his young master, there is no problem.

"what?"

Bruce Wayne was dumbfounded.

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