The pale knight stared at him, but Bruce grinned and took out a document from his arms, shook it and said, "Ode in the medical equipment production company's tax information--know that it will be next.

What happened?"

Just as the Pale Knight was about to say something, he heard a roar above his head, and the strong wind from the propeller made him almost unable to stand firm.

He looked up and saw a black helicopter slowly landing under the dark clouds. The black fuselage was printed with a white balance pattern, and a line of English letters were written below the pattern - "Internal Revenue Service"

”.

In the office of Arkham Asylum, Maria clown stood opposite the table, looking at Schiller who had put down the phone, said:

"So your way to deal with them is to check taxes?"

Schiller stood up, sorted out the collar of the suit, and said, "Or what do you think? Kill everyone like a butcher, and then be charged with murder and went to jail?"

"That's how you play the crazy people here. I am a law-abiding citizen, but I want to be a hero in tax auditing."

Schiller turned around and smiled slowly and said, "The only things that cannot be avoided in life are death and taxes. Why isn't this the most exciting death bet?"

"Prepare to open the market and let all Gotham see if the elites are as lawless and fearless as they show."
Chapter completed!