American Comics: Investigate the Director of the S.H.I.E.L.D.'s tax issues
After transmigrating, Lin Yu became an employee of the UA Internal Revenue Service.
On the first day, the director of the IRS gave a speech,"In the United States, the IRS is the biggest!" In America, only death and taxes were eternal! From the White House, FBI, CIB, to criminals, everyone has to pay taxes to us!
Hence-
Nick Fury: I'm the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.…Can I pay less? I'm running out of money to build a safe house!"
Tony Stark: "I paid taxes. Don't look at me!"
Ethan Hunt: "I understand. Why do you have to make me pay taxes when I'm on a mission?"
Thor: "Wait, I am the great Asgard…Alright, alright, I'll hand it over, I'll hand it over!"
"You're almost done with your accounts and bankruptcy. If this continues, I'm going to lose my job."
Professor X: "I'm an educating person. Regarding tax evasion…Can I be exempted from reporting other people for tax evasion?"
……
Lin Yu: "You're asking me what the commissioner of the tax bureau is?" Let me tell you now.
If the FBI can't solve the case, I'll solve it.
I'll kill those CIB doesn't dare to kill.
If Batman can't solve it, I'll solve it.
I'll investigate those S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't dare to investigate.
In short, as long as you're in America, whether you're flying in the sky, running on the ground, or swimming in the water, you have to pay taxes when you're in front of me!
This is who I am, the commissioner of the IRS. Is that clear enough?"
(All the beautiful comics, not a studio, joy does not reduce intelligence, challenge the longest introduction, longest title.)
Silas, the graceless. As he ascends the stairs leading to his treacherous goals, the soles of his feet leave a mark of divinity—his history—the mundane creatures, both Humans and beasts, bear witness to his adventures as he climbs to his own galaxy, until he holds what his heart most desire. Even the blind, even the deaf, even the criplled, stand up to see, to hear, his shivering steps. The dead live once again, not to miss the spectacle. The forgotten rises, to trade their souls to witness his glory. The lost find their way, the bloody light illuminated by him leading them their way. And at last, Silas, the graceless, shines bright in the darkness that is above, hanging like a bloody moon above the agape audience. His graceless self, leaving grace for the first time, and the last.