Chapter 3325

"Special Agent of the Internal Revenue Service, Pavel Shi Misi." The brown-haired woman in a black suit flashed her ID at Bruce, and two burly subordinates holding shotguns walked over and stood behind Bruce.

"We have received the data you sent, and now we will execute the witness protection process for you. You will be under the comprehensive supervision and protection of the IRS until we finish the investigation. Thank you for your cooperation."

Bruce was taken onto the helicopter, but Pavel hadn't left yet. She looked back at the Pale Knight and said: "Mr. Mayor, it's a pleasure to meet you. This is our first meeting, but it won't be the last. I hope you can cooperate with our work. Thank you."

After speaking, she also got on the helicopter, leaving only the Pale Knight and Nightwing staring at each other in place.

Suddenly, a faint sound of electric current pierced the silence, as if some behemoth was waking up. The two turned their heads to look into the city.

The first screen lit up, the dazzling blue light like a sharp blade, splitting the darkness. Immediately after, the second, the third... countless screens spread rapidly along the exterior walls of the buildings like ignited sparks. Neon advertisements, holographic projections, data streams surged like a tide, submerging the entire city in an ocean of virtual firelight.

"Good evening, Cat Getan. I am Penny, the host of Cat Getan Evening News."

"I am Pollock."

Two voices very familiar to ordinary Gothamites appeared on the screen, and the Cat Getan News hosts revealed a professional smile at the screen.

"Our task sitting here today is not to broadcast news, but to provide commentary for a live broadcast. Everyone can understand this as a variety show, and later we will switch to a professional variety show host on the field to comment on the program content."

"Yes, today's program is a bit special; the organizers of the variety show call tonight's theme 'Night of Death'."

"Please don't misunderstand, no one will really die. So feel free to let your children sit in front of the screen; this might even teach him a lot of professional knowledge."

"Yes, Penny. My son is at the live broadcast site now, and I must let him learn well. After all, such opportunities are rare."

"Alright, I guess the audience is already telling us not to keep them in suspense." The female host smiled and said, "Tonight's program is mainly broadcast in a live format, and the theme of the live broadcast is 'Tax Auditing'."

"That's right, you didn't hear wrong, it's not April now. But Cat Getan will still usher in an unprecedented tax cleanup. Next, let's connect with Ms. Shi Misi, the special agent of the Internal Revenue Service responsible for this operation, to explain in detail for us..."

The screen flickered, and the back of a woman appeared on the screen; she pressed her earpiece and said: "I have nothing to say. You Cat Getan bastards are too out of line! I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

"Ahem, alright. Residents of Cat Getan, please don't be too panicked. As long as you pay your taxes on time, this operation will never harm you. On the contrary, we will make that group of rich people spit out the tax money they should spit out, to properly renovate this damn city!"

Ordinary people standing in front of the screens looked at each other. Although they had all heard of the IRS's reputation, there really weren't many people who had actually suffered their iron fist. But almost everyone had been oppressed by the elite class, and now hearing them talk so tough, they were all a bit skeptical.

Suddenly, the screen flashed again. This time the screen was much richer, and what appeared on the screen was still a familiar face to everyone—Patrick, the host of the "Lower District Jazz Dance" variety show.

"Hi, good evening everyone. I am Patrick, guess where I am? I believe some people have already guessed it by looking at the background behind me. Yes, Fills Casino, its closing saved many families, right?"

Patrick's exaggerated movements and expressions combined with slightly hellish jokes immediately made people laugh. And the fat middle-aged man on the screen waved his hand and said: "I'm not here to conduct anti-gambling education, quite the contrary. Today I want to play an interesting gambling game with everyone."

"You should have already heard about the tax auditing, right? This is no small matter. But anyway, it's not us who are unlucky, why not have some fun together?"

"Alright, see the phone number appearing at the bottom of the screen?" Patrick reached out and pointed downward, saying, "Now immediately take out your phone yellow pages and write down this number. If you make a fortune later, this will always be your lucky number!"

"Have you all written it down? You? And you? You wouldn't think your brain can remember such a long string of numbers, pick up a pen immediately..."

"Alright! I presume everyone has already written it down. Then please listen carefully, the matter I'm talking about is very important, this is a good opportunity that only comes once in a century. I don't want any of my fans to miss it."

"We all know Cat Getan has many rich people, right. You can always name a few, Justin who runs supermarkets, Pete who does real estate, and who else? Charabong who runs factories? Haha, he's gone."

"How much money do these guys make every day? Does anyone know? You must be thinking, 'Ha, who cares, anyway he won't share a cent with me'."

"Yes, of course he won't, even if you kneel at their feet and beg them, they won't look at you more than once. Because you are just a dirty poor person. There's even reproductive isolation between you and them."

"But, but, guess how they face those old men from the IRS? Haha. Does anyone want to see them kneeling on the ground licking their leather shoes? I want to!"

"Today is a big day. The IRS finally can't stand these lawless tax evaders in our Cat Getan anymore, they decided to have a big cleanup, and broadcast the whole process live."

"They themselves will resist to the death, right? Even if they made so much money, they won't pay taxes obediently. But unfortunately, if you watched the news, you should know. They were unfortunately kidnapped."

"Now they can't use the old methods to escape sanctions. And my program, I mean myself, was lucky enough to contact the kidnapper. He expressed great interest in the tax auditing operation and is willing to let my photographer film their expressions of despair."

As soon as Patrick's words fell, a small window appeared beside him. And the small window gradually enlarged, while Patrick himself became a picture-in-picture.

On the new screen, in a dark prison hall. A huge long table, with several chairs placed beside it. Each chair had a person sitting on it. Their hands were handcuffed to the armrests of the chairs.

The lights lit up suddenly. The audience only then saw their faces clearly—the elites of Cat Getan.

These were indeed some familiar faces. Their industries almost monopolized Cat Getan. But besides them, there were some other people in the prison cell. These people in the prison cell were not so familiar, mostly dependents of these core figures.

A huge map of Cat Getan was placed in the center of the long table. When the camera gradually moved up, one could see this map, which simply showed the terrain, but drew out the locations of each family's industries more.

A high-definition picture of the map appeared on one side of the screen. The audience only then saw clearly. It used various different colors to mark various different industries. It also drew grids and routes like Monopoly.

Clang. Two dice fell into the center of the map.

"I presume everyone must be very puzzled." The picture in the prison cell froze, and Patrick returned to the center of the screen again. At this time, a huge curtain printed with the map had appeared behind him, and he, like a weather forecast host, held a thin long rod, pointing at the map and saying.

"This is the game we are going to play today. I call it 'Tax Monopoly'. The gameplay is not much different from the ordinary Monopoly game. In short, it's throwing dice to walk steps. Wherever it stops, audit there."

"Of course, if you only sit in front of the TV and watch, this way of playing would be a bit boring. But our organizers obviously have better ideas; he decided to let everyone participate."

"Everyone has already seen it. There are many forks in the route on the map." Patrick gestured on the map, then took out a magnetic little person, stuck it on the map with a 'slap', imitating the little person walking forward step by step.

"If the points of the dice make our agent stop exactly at the fork, at this time you need to take out your mobile phones. Come and vote for the direction."

"Every text message you send represents one vote. Oh, by the way, don't worry about the phone bill, the text message is free."

"We will count the votes on the spot. The agent will walk toward the direction with the most votes. That is to say, you can control where the agent audits first."

"Someone must ask, tax auditing is a very serious job, how can it be so childish? Shouldn't we audit those big tax evaders first?"

"You've hit the nail on the head. According to insiders, there are no rich people in Cat Getan who don't evade taxes. That is to say, sooner or later, they all have to be audited. Auditing anyone is the same."

"In the past, when conducting tax auditing, it was necessary to select targets for key strikes. It was because of the fear that those big tax evaders would run. But in our Cat Getan, these are not problems. Thanks to the kidnapper, Ms. Clown. None of them can run."

Patrick suddenly stretched out a finger and pointed at the screen, saying: "I know you must be saying. This guy is talking nonsense again. Using a mobile phone to vote, how can it be related to making a fortune?"

"Guys, look where I am! Fills Casino has reopened! This is the highlight of today—let's gamble on their prison sentences!"

"I know you don't understand the law. Then let's first look at how a few unlucky guys with previous precedents were sentenced!"

Patrick waved his hand. Several avatars appeared on the screen. All were handcuffed, wearing prison uniforms, all celebrities who went to jail because of tax problems.

The big screen at the front of the dining table in the prison cell played synchronously.

A rhythmic electronic synthesized sound rang out.

"Wesley Snipes—the tax doomsday of a famous hero! Code loophole: 0 tax filing for three consecutive years X forged tax refund documents. Outcome: 3-year federal prison gilding trip, plus 7 million USD fine—what's hotter than a vampire's sunbath is the IRS audit laser!"

"Laura Van Dusen—the dark web wallet of the Silicon Valley goddess! Encryption trap: transferred 20 million USD income using offshore companies X virtual asset tax deduction tricks. Outcome: writing 'Blockchain and Prison Tears' in the VIP area of San Quentin Prison, the sentence is 2.4 times longer than her algorithm cycle!"

"Maurice McMahon—the paper maze of the Real Estate King! Construction trick: 47 skyscraper 'loss' reports X 'business consulting fees' deducted for mistresses. Outcome: when the bulldozer crushed his marble desk, federal agents were using AR glasses to scan his Swiss bank quantum key."

"Yvonne Starling—the fashion godmother's fabric scam! Creative tax evasion: declared 5 million USD 'clothing destruction loss' X wrote off private jet as 'fabric transport plane'. Outcome: the latest season fashion show held in the women's prison laundry room, the prison uniform number is her new brand LOGO."

"Please remember: Cat Getan is a city of sin, a place outside the law—but not a tax-free zone!"

(End of chapter)