Chapter 99: If the IRS dares to rob me, I dare to go berserk!

Hawk didn't take this matter to heart.

After returning home, he continued to connect his computer to his phone's hotspot and began browsing for relevant information online.

The Battle of New York happened in June, and three months had passed since then, so photos and videos of people holding Chitauri soldier weapons had been circulating online to some extent.

One could even find the value of such weapons.

For instance, the underground trading site Hawk was currently browsing.

He had stumbled upon it while surfing the web; he had thought it was just an ordinary trading site until he saw a video of a certain Western European girl being openly auctioned in real-time.

However, Hawk only took one look before moving on to other things.

First, just as he had told the spider-man, he wasn't kind; at the very least, he wouldn't soften his heart and go help just because he saw others suffering.

In the past, when he needed help, when he needed someone to stand up for justice, no one came to help him.

So...

Let go of the savior complex, respect the fate of others.

Of course, Hawk felt that while he wasn't a good person, he certainly wasn't an evil one either.

So he didn't continue watching the auction, choosing instead to look away.

After a while.

After browsing some other posts in the black market forum selling Chitauri weapons, Hawk had a rough estimate of the five trophies in his hands.

The Chitauri soldiers, that is, the weapons of those four grunts, were in the range of 150,000 to 200,000.

Of course, that was the price per piece.

As for the weapon he had seized from the Chitauri squad leader, there were no similar ones on the forum, but he already had a base price in his mind.

A minimum of 400,000.

Calculating at 160,000 per piece, four pieces would be 640,000; adding the squad leader's one, it totaled 1,040,000.

Hmm.

Let's call it a million.

Hawk thought to himself, then chose to open an anonymous post, placed his hands directly on the keyboard, and started typing.

【Selling four like-new Chitauri soldier energy weapons, plus one Chitauri squad leader energy weapon, package price one million, interested parties contact me.】

Click, send.

Hawk, having sent the post, originally thought it might take a long time for someone to reply, but unexpectedly, in the time it took him to turn around and pour himself a glass of water, someone had already contacted him.

Ding-dong.

Hawk heard the message notification, carried his water glass back to the folding chair, and then clicked on the message.

"Can I see photos?"

"... Yes, hold on."

Hawk rubbed his chin, replied to the message, then got up and returned to his bedroom, dragging out the weapons he had wrapped in bedsheets from under the bed.

After dragging out the sheets, he looked at the tightly wrapped bundle, blinked, shook his head, unfolded the sheets, looked at the five weapons inside, took out his phone, snapped a photo, and then got up and returned to the living room.

Soon.

The photo was uploaded successfully.

The other party also quickly sent a new message.

"Received, looks nice."

"Thanks, interested?"

"Of course."

Hawk raised an eyebrow as he looked at the reply.

Good guy.

Is luck really this good, that it can be sold just like that?

Hawk felt it was somewhat magical.

But on second thought, these were alien weapons; they didn't exist on Earth, they were scarce products, and the kind where every one sold was one less in existence, so naturally, anyone who saw them would try to buy them immediately.

Just then, the other party sent another message.

"One million is no problem, I'll take it, but it must be a face-to-face transaction."

"..."

Hawk looked at this sentence and couldn't help but mutter to himself again.

He seemed to think of something; they say some law enforcement officers, like the FBI or CIA, love to lurk in underground black market networks for sting operations.

So, could this guy chatting with him on the other side of the computer be a federal agent excited about having hooked a big fish?

Hawk hesitated.

But soon he smiled.

Who was he?

He had even dared to break into the Quantico military base; was he going to be afraid of the FBI?

If it was them, that would be perfect; it would just cut off a certain thought of his, and then he could break the pot and let it shatter without any psychological burden.

Hawk thought to himself, then placed his hands on the keyboard and replied.

"No problem, you choose the address or I choose?"

"You choose, I see your IP is in Niuyuecheng, I happen to be in Niuyuecheng too, anywhere in the city is fine for the transaction."

"..."

Hawk raised an eyebrow as he looked at the message the other party sent.

He ruled out the possibility that the other party was a federal agent.

That's right.

His computer skills were just so-so, he wasn't some expert, so it would be very simple for the other party to find his location via IP. If the other party were a federal agent, then by now, a federal agent should have knocked on his door and shouted: "FBI! Open The Door!"

Hawk thought, subconsciously turning his head to look at the door.

Hmm.

No comedic effect.

The door didn't ring, and the hallway outside was very quiet.

For some reason, Hawk felt a bit disappointed, but then he turned back, looked at the text on the computer, thought about it, and typed a reply to the other side.

"How about Calvin in Glendale?"

"Okay, time?"

"Tomorrow morning?"

"Okay, do you want cash or a check?"

"Heh."

Hawk couldn't help but laugh as he looked at the question the other party sent: "Cash, of course; checks require taxes."

Especially this kind of unexpected income tax; the IRS really collects it ruthlessly.

Let's put it this way.

Once unexpected income exceeds 609,300, the IRS takes 37%.

That is to say, if he took a check, the IRS would take away 370,000 without doing a thing.

It's practically robbery.

And it's legally sanctioned robbery at that.

"Aren't you afraid that when you file your taxes next year, the IRS will discover the issue and come knocking?"

"They can try."

This was money he earned with his own ability; why should they tax him?

Hawk wouldn't pay this tax no matter what.

Others with his strength would have been living in big houses and large flats long ago. He had been so law-abiding, just hoping to earn some money to improve his life; if even then the IRS intended to rob his money, then don't blame him for going berserk.

The other party seemed to pause as they looked at Hawk's reply.

After a while, the other party's reply appeared again.

"Okay, I've already arranged for someone to raise the money, one million in cash is no problem, so now there's only one last question left."

"What?"

"When I get there tomorrow, how should I contact you?"

"I will find you."

"Good, it's a deal."

"It's a deal!"

"..." ===== CHAPTER 101 =====