Stomach Purge Attack

"Ugh... Next time, I'm absolutely not riding in your car again!" Chris said, his legs a bit wobbly as he leaned against a trash can.

"Mhm, mhm, I believe you," Zhou Yi nodded earnestly.

As for what he thought in his heart...

Of course, he didn't believe it. Chris had said those words no less than five times, yet every time he still drove his top-of-the-line car to pick him up.

It was just like the saying "next time for sure." Readers would always say they'd vote for the author next time, but the author could only look at the pitiful number of votes and cry tears of blood every day.

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Actually, even if Zhou Yi hadn't used his [Extradimensional Wrench] and [Advanced Car Mastery] abilities before, Chris would have probably still shoved the key into Zhou Yi's hand.

That silver-white key wasn't some master key newly developed by the equipment department; the equipment department back then wasn't that powerful yet.

In reality, it was the [Extradimensional Wrench] that had transformed!

Zhou Yi didn't know why the wrench gained the ability to transform according to his will after upgrading, but that didn't stop him from utilizing it.

After using the [Advanced Car Mastery] ability to control the car, information about the key naturally appeared in Zhou Yi's mind. Then, by using the Advanced Wrench to change its shape, a "key" was thus created.

He hadn't deliberately looked for an excuse to deceive Chris because he knew that as long as he described the real situation in a slightly exaggerated way, Chris wouldn't believe it and would subconsciously ignore that option.

Because it would sound like a joke.

The subconscious mind filters out jokes to a certain extent. Therefore, countless truths, when told in a joking manner, are not believed and are subconsciously disregarded.

This effect is even more pronounced in serious and upright individuals. For Chris, the IRS director, it was even more so.

He completely took Zhou Yi's previous explanation as bragging, rightfully assuming that Zhou Yi's key came from the equipment department.

Moreover, after a super long-distance ultimate urban race, Chris, with his mind still full of taillights and feeling dizzy from nausea, had completely forgotten about the previous incident.

The person flies ahead, the soul chases behind. His soul had only just caught up with him not long ago!

The sound of a police siren approached from a distance, but neither Zhou Yi nor Chris showed any signs of nervousness.

Soon, a police car, which had been left behind by a good several minutes, caught up to Zhou Yi. It even drove past him for a bit before stopping, reversing, and coming back.

The police car's engine turned off, and two police officers got out. They walked aggressively towards Zhou Yi and Chris, who was still holding onto the trash can, preparing for the next wave of stomach-cleansing attacks. They took out their badges and said, "You guys..."

Before the two officers could finish speaking, Zhou Yi presented the prepared credentials he had been holding: "Gentlemen, can you read the words on here?"

"..." Seeing the credentials Zhou Yi displayed, the officers swallowed and replied, "...We can read them."

"Then, do you know where we are?" Zhou Yi pointed to the tall building beside them.

"We... we know," another officer said, "Langley City Tax Bureau..."

"Wow, what a coincidence. It seems like one or two words, or maybe three or four words, on my credentials are exactly the same as the ones on yours," Zhou Yi nodded and said with an exaggerated tone and a serious expression, "Don't you think that's a really strange coincidence?"

"Yes, yes..." the two officers replied in unison.

The two officers, who had begun to sense something was amiss, started nodding like little chicks pecking at rice.

"Even more coincidentally, I don't think I've investigated many tax cases this year," Zhou Yi maintained his serious expression. "You two officers seem quite leisurely. I wonder if you need me to check these past years for you..."

"No, no need!" The two officers quickly shook their heads, backing away as they did.

Once they reached their police car, they opened the doors, got in with lightning speed, started the engine, and sped away in high gear.

Their acceleration was so rapid that the tires skidded on the ground for a moment, emitting a piercing screech and leaving behind a patch of black rubber!

"Tsk tsk... I didn't expect little Langley to be so full of hidden talent, harboring a racing master," Zhou Yi clicked his tongue twice, marveling, "That burnout start, so professional!"

"Zhou, we are a legitimate professional department, and we do very proper things."

Having successfully used all his [Stomach Purge Attack] PP on the trash can, Chris was in a weakened state. He leaned against the car and walked over to Zhou Yi. "Why do you always act like you're part of the mafia?"

"Come on, Officer, the only difference between us and the mafia is that we have an employment relationship with the federal government," Zhou Yi rarely complained about the power wielded by IRS employees. "Not much of a difference."

"Hmm... You're right," Chris thought about it and was successfully persuaded by Zhou Yi.

In fact, as the IRS director, he had a deeper understanding of the privileges the IRS possessed.

The so-called legitimate and lawful tax company was merely a superficial beautification of the term.

When it came to tax issues, the IRS would reveal its terrifying fangs and claws.

Those were fangs and claws sharper and more brutal than those of intelligence departments like the FBI and CIA!

"These are the documents you requested. A significant portion of them, if released, would cause some unnecessary major incidents."

In the commandeered director's office, Chris was showing Zhou Yi some files.

"Of course, I haven't included the particularly important ones, and some are falsified... I remember you telling me your objective was simply to get into the CIA headquarters, right?"

"Yes, just to get in and provide cover for someone inside. It doesn't make much difference if I'm there or not; I think he can handle it himself, but... it's safer," Zhou Yi nodded. "After all, it's a big deal."

"Right, it involves the entire CIA agent list, and it's being stolen directly from CIA headquarters, plus a matter of ten million dollars!"

Chris's voice grew more agitated as he spoke, scratching his head. "By the way, you said... that person could do it without you? Who is that person? Who else has such great ability? I thought you were the one taking action!"

"If I were the one taking action, then I wouldn't need this thing at all."

Zhou Yi rolled his eyes, shook his head, and removed the storage optical disc (there were no USB drives at this time) plugged into the computer. "Like I said, I'm just providing cover."

"You can really do it?" Chris was shocked.

"Why not?" Zhou Yi asked, putting the optical disc into his bag. "It's just that this time, it involves their internal affairs, and it's not good for me to get too involved, lest things become difficult to resolve in the end."

"After all, having your own people break into headquarters and take secret documents is a completely different concept from having people from another department break in and take documents..."

When I was little, I really got carsick and threw up every time I rode in a car. I got better when I grew up, only getting carsick from headlights, and only from big ones... What are you doing? Why are you trying to arrest me?