"Bleurgh... Next time, I'm absolutely never riding in your car again!" Chris said with difficulty, his legs weak as he clung to a trash can.
"Mhm, mhm. I believe you." Zhou Yi nodded seriously.
As for what he thought inside...
Of course, he did not believe him. Chris had said that no fewer than five times already, yet every time, he still came to pick Zhou Yi up in the most fully loaded car available.
It was like the classic "next time for sure." Readers always said they would definitely vote for the author next time, but the author could only stare at those pitiful vote counts every day, wanting to cry but having no tears.
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In fact, even if Zhou Yi had not used his Extradimensional Wrench and Advanced Car Mastery earlier, Chris would probably have handed the keys over to him afterward.
That silver-white key naturally was not some newly developed Omnipotent Key from the Equipment Department. The Equipment Department was not nearly that capable in this era.
In truth, it had simply been transformed from Zhou Yi's Extradimensional Wrench!
Zhou Yi did not know why the wrench had gained the ability to reshape itself according to his thoughts after being upgraded, but that did not affect his ability to make use of it.
After using Advanced Car Mastery to take control of the car, information about the key naturally appeared in Zhou Yi's mind. Then, with another alteration of the wrench's shape, a "key" appeared.
He had not deliberately looked for an excuse to deceive Chris, because he knew that as long as he described the truth in a slightly exaggerated way, Chris would not believe it and would instinctively dismiss the possibility.
Because it sounded like a joke.
People's subconscious filtered jokes to a certain extent. So when countless truths were spoken in a joking manner, people would not believe them and would instinctively overlook them.
The more serious and proper a person was, the worse this became. And for Chris, the IRS Director, it went without saying.
He had completely taken Zhou Yi's earlier explanation as bragging and naturally assumed that Zhou Yi's key had come from the Equipment Department.
And now, after that absurdly long ultimate city race, Chris's head was still full of flashing taillights, and he had vomited himself dizzy. He had completely thrown the earlier matter to the back of his mind.
His body had flown ahead while his soul chased after it. His soul had only just caught up with him!
The sound of sirens approached from afar, but neither Zhou Yi nor Chris felt the slightest bit nervous.
Very soon, the police car that had been left several minutes' worth of driving distance behind finally caught up to Zhou Yi. It even drove past them for a stretch before stopping and reversing back.
The police car shut off, and two officers got out. They strode aggressively toward Zhou Yi and Chris, who was still holding the trash can and preparing the next wave of Stomach Purge Attack, then pulled out their badges. "You two..."
Before the officers could finish, Zhou Yi displayed the identification he had prepared long ago. "Gentlemen, can you read the words on this?"
"..." Seeing the ID Zhou Yi showed them, the officers swallowed. "...We can."
"Then do you know where this is?" Zhou Yi pointed at the office building beside them.
"Y-yes," the other officer said. "Langley City Tax Bureau..."
"Wow, what a coincidence. I noticed that one or two—perhaps three or four—words on my ID seem to be exactly the same as the ones up there." Zhou Yi nodded, speaking in an exaggerated tone with a serious expression. "Would you say that is a very remarkable coincidence?"
"Yes, yes..." ×2
The two officers, who had realized something was wrong, began nodding like chickens pecking at grain.
"Even more coincidentally, I do not seem to have uncovered many tax-related cases this year." Zhou Yi still wore a serious expression. "You two officers look rather idle. I wonder if you need me to check into these past years of..."
"No need, no need!" The two officers hurriedly shook their heads, retreating as they did.
Once they reached the police car, they opened the doors and jumped in with lightning speed, started the engine, and immediately shifted into high gear as they sped away.
They launched so quickly that the tires skidded across the ground, producing a piercing screech and leaving behind a patch of scorched black rubber!
"Tsk, tsk... Who would have thought little Langley had such hidden talent? There was actually a racing expert hiding here." Zhou Yi clicked his tongue and sighed. "That tire-burning start was professional!"
"Zhou, we are clearly a legal, professional department. Everything we do is perfectly legitimate."
Having successfully used up all his Stomach Purge Attack PP on the trash can, Chris had fallen into a weakened state. Supporting himself against the car, he made his way over to Zhou Yi. "Why do you always act like a gangster?"
"Come on, officer. The only difference between us and gangsters is that we have an employment relationship with the federal government," Zhou Yi said, rare sarcasm entering his voice as he commented on the authority possessed by IRS Employees. "There is not much difference."
"Mm... You're right." Chris thought it over and was successfully persuaded by Zhou Yi.
In truth, as the IRS Director, he had a much deeper understanding of the privileges the IRS possessed.
The supposedly respectable, legal tax agency... was merely a polished description on the surface.
When tax matters were truly involved, the IRS would reveal its terrifying fangs and claws.
Fangs and claws sharper and more ruthless than even those of agencies like the FBI and CIA!
"These are the documents you wanted. A large portion of them would cause some unnecessary major incidents if released."
Inside the requisitioned director's office, Chris showed Zhou Yi some files.
"Of course, I did not put the especially important materials in there. Some of it is fake as well... I remember you said that your goal was simply to get into CIA headquarters, right?"
"Yes, just get in and provide cover for someone inside. Whether I am there or not does not actually make much difference. I think he should be able to handle it himself, but... it is safer this way." Zhou Yi nodded. "After all, it is a major operation."
"Yeah, it involves the entire CIA agent list. And you are stealing it directly from CIA headquarters! It also concerns ten million dollars!"
The more Chris spoke, the more agitatedly he scratched his head. "Right, you said... that person could do it without you? Who is that person? Who has that kind of ability? I thought you were the one carrying out the operation!"
"If I were the one carrying it out, I would not need this at all."
Zhou Yi rolled his eyes, shook his head, and removed the storage disc plugged into the computer—USB drives did not exist yet. "I told you, I am only providing cover."
"You can really do it?" Chris was stunned.
"Why not?" Zhou Yi asked as he put the disc into his bag. "It is just that this time, it involves their internal affairs, so it would not be appropriate for me to get directly involved. Otherwise, things might become difficult to clean up afterward."
"After all, having one of their own break into headquarters and take confidential documents, versus someone from another department breaking in and taking documents, are completely different concepts..."
When I was little, I got carsick and threw up every time I rode in a car. It got better when I grew up—I only get sick from car lights now, and only the big ones... What are you doing? Why are you arresting me?
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