IRS！

The full name is Internal Revenue Service, which is affiliated with the Department of the Treasury Department.

This department is very bullish, very bullish!

As we all know, there are three things that must not be done on the earth, that is, the prohibition of alcohol in the fighting nation, the poisoning of the Chinese people, and the evasion of taxes in the United States imperialism.

There is a proverb in the United States: only death and paying taxes are eternal in the world!

In the United States, whether it is illegal income or legal income, even if it is in the mixed way, you have to pay taxes to the IRS.

IRS: No matter what you do, you can't lose a penny of your money!

That's right, that's how they hang!

The IRS is pervasive in the United States, known as 'the most feared government department of the United States', and its deterrent power far exceeds that of the Department of Defense and the CIA.

The origins of the IRS can be traced back to the time of the American imperialist Civil War, when the North and the South were at loggerheads, and military spending was very tight. President Lincoln saw that he could not fight a war without money, and immediately asked the tax department to work overtime to collect taxes so that they could be used to subsidize the military.

The tax department was forced to collect taxes, but people were driven away with guns pointed to their heads, so the IRS, with Lincoln's authorization, responded to the second broadcast system for middle school students across the country...... Phew, it was born in response to the call of the times.

The IRS has the right to ask for taxes with arms, and in the face of the non-cooperative elements who violently resist taxes, they say hehe, you have a gun, I still have a gun!

Taxes were successfully collected, and Lincoln received a large amount of military spending and won the final victory in the war.

So, you think the Civil War was won because a large number of black slaves replenished the supply of soldiers?

Lincoln was assassinated because Southern slave owners were unwilling to lose? Is it caused by class interests and political contradictions?

Hehe, you're still too young!

Since then, the IRS has developed a good tax collection style, never BB if it can do it, and shoot if you don't agree with it. Of the 110,000 staff, 40,000 are armed forces, well-equipped and comparable in combat effectiveness to the army's mountain divisions.

In the United States, the first major armed organization is the US Imperialist Army, the second is the Coast Guard, and the third is the IRS. In the film and television works of American imperialism, the FBI is often used as a negative teaching material, used to support the actor's tall background board, but no film dares to ridicule the IRS, this is their deterrent.

Holding the post-it note given by the cross of a former IRS member, Russell knocked 2,000 US dollars by the way, and he was full of confidence on the road. The cross blew Mr. Smith's compulsion so high, and there was no doubt that the proper big guy, if not as powerful as the cross, was certainly not far off.

So, Russell rented a Ford F-150 in the used car market and headed for the next state. Because Mr. Smith's phone was turned off, Russell had to go straight to the road, just in case of unnecessary misunderstandings, and the cross wrote a handwritten letter with a threaded warhead, which was a code between the two middle-aged men.

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Mr. Smith lived a little way from the city, and Russell drove southwest and spent a day on the highway before arriving at his destination at night.

Even if he has proficient driving skills, it can't offset the poor performance of the second-hand Ford, perhaps because it has not been maintained for a long time, and the Ford's tires have poor grip.

There are many car rental markets in Dameidi, and Russell found a leasing company that was related to gray, saying that it was renting but in fact it was selling directly. Regardless of the identity of the renter, the buyer will not seek complicated procedures, pay the money with one hand, deliver the goods with the other, and simply and neatly without nonsense.

Almost all of these used cars that were sold cheaply were of unknown origin and had changed hands many times, and their true origin could not be investigated. Like the Ford under Russell's butt, if the car is a man's lover, it is already an experienced bus.

On the way, Russell encountered the police who stopped the road and patrolled without danger, and with the driver's license book obtained from the gangsters and the yellow face of a mold in the eyes of Europeans and Americans, he easily passed the test.

Mr. Smith lived in a somewhat remote place, and Russell found it under the guidance of a group of good-natured thugs, who had a good heart, gave free directions, and cried and shouted to give Russell the change in his pocket.

The upright Russell categorically refused, and when the gangsters saw that he was unwilling, they howled and cried on the spot, and Russell had no choice but to accept it.

Knocking on the killer's door in the middle of the night is not a wise choice, the other party is likely to stay up late to code words, and the train of thought is interrupted, resulting in failure to update in time, and the consequences are very serious.

Russell had planned to take a look first, and the next day he would bring some fruit to the door, and the cross gave him 2,000 US dollars to buy some gifts. Russell thought that Lao Mei was too cheesy, it was enough to buy some fruit, and the courtesy was light and affectionate, and he was ready to send the sincere greetings of this old friend on the cross.

Ford drove past Mr. Smith's address, an abandoned building on the outskirts of a building with mottled walls and tiles everywhere, presumably only homeless people would live here.

Russell found that something was wrong, not that the sanitation was poor, but since Mr. Smith was a killer, he must have been cautious in terms of personality, and there was nothing wrong with living in an inaccessible suburb.

But what the hell is the dozen or so black Buick business cars in front of the building, Mr. Smith is having an underwear party?

Lingerie parties are out of the question, a couple of guys in suits and ties are guarding outside the building, wearing sunglasses on the big night, either blind or selling insurance. Considering they don't have a guide dog, it's more likely to sell insurance!

Clearly, Mr. Smith was not in a very good situation, and he was blocked at the door.

Several suits and ties also spotted the sneaky Ford, two of them approaching Russell, and the rest put their hands inside their suits, all with guns.

Boom! Boom! Boom......

A continuous burst of gunfire came from the building, and Russell cursed and sped away on the accelerator. Seeing this, the two suits and ties did not choose to pursue and returned to their respective posts.

Russell didn't leave, he made a circle and parked Ford in the shadow of a big tree. The gunfire upstairs continued, from the beginning of the gunfire to the current intermittent, if it wasn't for the enemy whipping the corpse, it means that Smith had just staged a massacre.

A few suits and ties no longer guarded the door, and directly took out pistols from their arms and rushed in, followed by the sound of gunfire.

Russell didn't think of rushing over to help, he counted the number of business Buicks, if all the seats were full, the number of enemies would be quite terrifying, and he didn't want to die for a stranger he hadn't even met in person.

The gunfire in the building intensified again, as if it was a pause after a climax, and the gunfire stopped instantly.

Two figures ran out of the building, a man and a woman, the man was wearing a black leather trench coat, and the woman was tightly wrapped, and the appearance of the two could not be seen clearly in the night.

As the two ran into the adjacent alley, more than two dozen gun-wielding suits and ties ran out of the building, led by a short man who cursed and ran into the alley.

Russell touched his chin, perhaps...... He can do a back kill.

The man who escaped was none other than Smith, a grim-looking and mysterious man whose past no one knew, but who had a 'I have a story' face.

Smith has been very sad for the past two days, and because of his relenting heart, he is accidentally involved in a conspiracy.

He wasn't a kind-hearted man and didn't want to be a hero, but when he saw an eight-month-pregnant woman being chased and killed by a group of gunmen, he instinctively reached out to help.

In a chaotic shootout, the pregnant woman was frightened and gave birth early, and she herself did not escape, leaving only the newborn baby.

Smith thought that the incident would end because of the woman's death, and he had no intention of continuing to get involved, but then he found out that the target was not the woman, but the newborn baby. Unable to bear to give up the baby to die, he once again extended a helping hand and found his concubine for help.

Newborns need breast milk, which Smith doesn't have, but her prostitute, Quintana, does, and the hapless prostitute is dragged into the water and brought back to her suburban home.

Then the enemy came to the door, and Smith dominated the pretending scene, and with his accurate marksmanship, he single-handedly fought against 50 gunmen, and fought his way out of the siege with his concubine and baby.

Hiding in a dark alley, Smith thought that he would get rid of the enemy, but he thought that the short leader had already prepared and trotted over with a hound.

The fierce barking of dogs echoed in the alleys, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps, in the gloomy alleys, giving a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Kill that dog, kill that dog!" Quintana said in a low voice, "They can't get away with the chase without killing the dogs."

Smith refused without even thinking about it, "No, I like dogs." ”

Quintana was dumbfounded, I don't have a problem with you loving dogs, but dogs don't know!

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【Street Diary】

The editor told me not to stay up late to code, but to take care of my body, so that when I hit the street, at least I can work on the floor tiles.