Chapter 3330: Blood-Spattered New City (90)

Wei En was watching Patrick's program in his office at Arkham Asylum when suddenly his phone by his side rang. When he picked it up, Pavel's angry roar came from the other side: "Rodriguez!! You dare to investigate me?!!"

"Calm down, lady." Wei En said while picking coffee beans, "Of course you can continue to be angry; this is your freedom. But if you can't calm down as soon as possible, you will miss a great opportunity to advance to another level."

Pavel cursed a few times on the other side before calming down. She took a deep breath and said: "My father is already dead; no matter what happened back then, don't even think about using this as leverage to hinder me..."

"I have no intention of doing so, because it's no good for me either." Wei En said, "I investigated you because you investigated me. Since you didn't find anything, even if I found something, I wouldn't use it. Because after all, you can't harm me."

This sounded a bit convoluted, but Pavel still understood his meaning. Although she didn't know why the man opposite was so fearless, she still raised her vigilance as much as possible.

"Alright, lady, let's talk business." Wei En continued, "A great opportunity to advance to another level is right in front of you, so don't waste time guessing if I'm an alien or something else."

"What do you mean?" Pavel asked.

"Do you know what the ratings of Patrick's program have reached? It's about to break the record... it has already broken the record. Now tens of millions of people on the East Coast are watching his program. Do you know what this means?"

Pavel narrowed her eyes slightly. She rubbed her fingertips and said: "Some people say you claim to be a psychologist, and my subordinates told me Carter's mental state is very abnormal. This exciting chase was arranged by you?"

"You could say that." Wei En sighed somewhat helplessly, "Cat Cat Getan people just love action scenes. However, the effect presented is still quite good. Don't you think?"

Even though her heart was full of apprehension, Pavel couldn't lie with her eyes open. The ratings were the best answer. This was indeed a quite wonderful chase.

"This isn't the point either, lady." Wei En continued, "The point is, do you think this has demonstrated the IRS's deterrent power and professional quality?"

"... What do you want to do?" Pavel asked.

"Now go talk to your boss and find a way to have the hottest radio stations in several cities on the East Coast broadcast this program. He will agree."

Pavel swallowed. She knew Wei En was right; her boss would definitely agree, because this was the best opportunity to show off their muscles. It was just that she couldn't figure out Wei En's purpose and didn't dare to agree easily.

"You must be wondering why I want to do this." Wei En seemed to see through her thoughts, "But with all due respect, it's also because you are too useless. Otherwise, I wouldn't need to go around such a big circle."

"What did you say?" Pavel's tone became somewhat unfriendly.

"I mean, your IRS work is really not very good; it can be said to be very poor." Wei En said bluntly.

Before Pavel could say anything, Wei En said in one breath: "You must be asking what qualifications I have to say this, but just like this time, if it weren't for that group of gamblers, you really would have let Carter run away. This is the difference between me and you—I understand ordinary people, stand with them, and am good at utilizing them. This was originally what you should have done."

"Strictly auditing taxes is a good thing, but if you use all your strength to squeeze the pennies from the poor, you will never make any achievements in your life."

"Checking one rich person is worth hundreds of thousands of poor people; naturally, you should target the fat sheep. You'll certainly want both, but the fact is, it's better to use one to deal with the other. Or rather, by dealing with the rich, you are helping the poor. As long as you clearly demonstrate this to them, countless people will be willing to help you."

After Pavel hung up the phone, she was still thinking about the words Wei En had said. She of course understood Wei En's meaning, but the vast majority of Americans feared them like tigers. Let alone actively helping them, they would rather go around them when they saw them.

In the past, they had always regarded this as successfully establishing authority, but the fact was, their work had become more and more difficult in recent years, and Pavel hadn't been promoted for a long time.

"Boss, the tip line has been blown up." A head poked in from the door, "It's all tips about Carter Group's tax evasion. I screened them, and found there really is quite a lot of useful information."

Pavel frowned and said: "Do you know who reported it?"

"Many are anonymous, do you want me to check?"

"No, confirm the authenticity of the information first. If it's useful, send someone to investigate. Before the trial, the more evidence, the better."

When dawn broke, Pavel looked at the thick stack of materials in her hand and raised her brows in surprise: "Found out so much in one night again?"

"It wasn't us who found it, most were delivered to our door." Subordinate said, "Some called to report, some stuffed materials into the mailbox, some simply sent things to the police station. We organized them roughly, and there's this much."

Pavel flipped through those materials simply and found that they really weren't hearsay. Most were some very solid crimes, although they didn't fall under the IRS's jurisdiction, if they could be accused simultaneously, that would definitely make Carter's crimes even worse, completely losing the chance to turn things around.

In their line of work, the thing they feared most was not being able to kill them in one go. As long as they could make the other party sit until the prison floor wore through, they dared to do anything.

Pavel sighed and said: "Go call Chandler over, it's his turn to work."

"By the way, where did that Nightwing go?"

"He met with Batman."

"Batman?" Pavel slowly frowned.

"Yes, the Joker's nemesis."

"This time it was the Joker who kidnapped those rich people, right?"

"That's right, so the two of them might be discussing how to deal with the Joker."

Pavel stood up with a "swoosh": "Stop them! Quick!"

Cat Cat Getan's morning was still noisy, the black SUV motorcade of the IRS Special Action Team sped on the streets, the car lights cutting through the rain curtain, the roar of the engine echoing in the empty streets, attracting pedestrians around to poke their heads and look.

"The target is moving toward the pier, keep your distance, don't let him run!" Special Action Team leader Lake roared into the intercom, his gaze fixed on the black Batmobile ahead, the jet engine at the tail drawing a blue flame in the rainy night.

The motorcycle made a smooth drift, coming to the side of the Batmobile, Nightwing gripped the handle tightly and pressed his body down, shouting at the intercom: "Batman! Why are they chasing you?!"

"I think they should be chasing you."

"How is that possible, I didn't evade taxes!"

"Neither did I."

"Alright, it might be GTO's business, that guy is still investigating GTO funds."

"Then you take them away, I still have to go to the Joker's base."

"Then what if I get caught by them?!"

"I won't spend money to bail you out."

Nightwing rolled his eyes and slammed the gas pedal to the floor. In front of tax auditors, life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are determined by heaven, the one who runs slow is in the front row!

"Batman! Stop immediately! Batman!! I am IRS Special Team Agent Lake! Pull over immediately!!!"

"Hey, they seem to be chasing you." Nightwing turned another corner and came to Batman's other side, saying, "You didn't really evade taxes, did you?"

"I didn't." Batman denied again.

"Then why are they chasing you?"

"I am also thinking about this question."

Batman responded in a low voice, carrying a hint of impatience. He turned the steering wheel violently, the Batmobile made a sharp turn, rushing into a narrow alley.

Behind, the IRS motorcade followed closely. The agent's voice came from Lake's intercom: "Boss, he entered the alley! Should we follow?"

"Follow! Don't let him run!" Lake said hurriedly. He pulled out his pistol and fired a shot at the Batmobile's tail fin.

"Looks like I'm the one who has to bail you out." Nightwing said to Batman through the intercom, his tone carrying a hint of teasing.

"Don't get distracted." Batman's voice remained calm, but the gas pedal under his feet was pressed even deeper.

He only wanted to go to the Joker's base to probe the situation this time, but the IRS people appeared out of thin air, chasing them closely. Batman was recalling all the operations he had done since taking over the Wei En Group for so many years in his mind, ensuring there were no handles they could grab.

After recalling for a long time, Batman finally determined that he shouldn't have any tax problems. He finally slowed down the car speed.

Batman stopped. Lake said to Pavel in the intercom: "Looks like he is very confident in his tax status."

"Of course, who doesn't know that Wei En Group has the best tax team in the world?" Pavel snorted coldly and said, "Tell him we aren't here to audit his taxes."

"Then on what grounds should we intercept?"

"GTO." Pavel answered, "He participated in the bidding for GTO investments, we are looking for him to collect evidence."

Lake nodded immediately, but still said with some worry: "This guy is a masked hero, what if he refuses to admit his true identity?"

"That's not something that will work just because he doesn't admit it." Pavel paused and then said, "Offending Bruce Wayne is indeed not a good idea, but if we want to make a fuss about GTO, we have to confront him. No need to be too timid."

Lake nodded and said: "Alright, I understand. I will be as vague as possible."

After speaking, he also pulled over and stopped the car, picked up the intercom, and got out of the car. The agents behind him took out their guns and aimed at Batman and Nightwing.

"Don't be nervous." Lake waved his hand and said, "We want to ask you a few questions about GTO. Do you have time to come with us?" 【3330-7

"No time," Batman said.

"Sorry, that wasn't a question," Lake said, pulling out his credentials. "The IRS doesn't need anyone's consent. Please, great hero."

Batman narrowed his eyes. Lake did not rashly step forward, and the two remained at a stalemate right there.

Lake also felt it was somewhat tricky. Knowing Batman's true identity, he didn't want to confront him head-on while the other party hadn't shown any flaws; that could be very disadvantageous for him and his superior.

Just as he was thinking about whether to continue with the threats, his walkie-talkie suddenly rang. Listening to the activity on the other end, Lake slowly widened his eyes.

After hanging up the phone, he took a step forward, not caring at all about Batman's hand resting on his batarangs.

However, this time what he flashed wasn't his credentials, but handcuffs.

"Sorry, sir. Your official benefactor, Bruce Wayne, is suspected of using illegal means to hack into the Federal Reserve's backend system. We suspect he intended to modify financial data for the Wayne Group to evade taxes. You are under arrest."

Bruce: No Federal Reserve in any universe can escape my clutches.

(End of chapter)