Marvel: Awakening the Universe.

Chapter 56 If the IRS dares to rob, I will go crazy!
Hawke didn't take it to heart.

After returning home, he continued to connect his computer to the hotspot of his mobile phone and began to browse relevant information on the Internet.

The Battle of New York took place in June, and three months have passed since then. Therefore, photos and videos of Zeta soldiers holding weapons have been circulated on the Internet.

You can even find the value of related weapons.

For example, the underlying trading website that Hawke is currently browsing.

He suddenly saw this while browsing the web. He originally thought it was just an ordinary trading website until he saw a video of a Western European girl being bid in real time with a clearly marked price.

But Hawke just glanced at it and then looked at something else.

First, as he just said to the spider spirit, he is not kind. At least he will not help others when he sees them suffering.

In the past, when he needed help from others and needed others to uphold justice, no one came to help him.

and so……

Let go of the need to help others and respect the fate of others.

Of course, Hawke felt that although he was not a good person, he was definitely not a bad person either.

So he didn't continue watching the auction, but chose to ignore it.

after awhile.

After browsing some other posts on the black market forum that sold Chitauri weapons, Hawke had a rough estimate of the five trophies he had.

The weapons of the Chitauri soldiers, that is, the four miscellaneous soldiers, are probably worth between 150,000 and 200,000.

Of course, this is the price per piece.

As for the weapon he seized from the Chitauri captain, there was nothing similar on the forum, but he already had a bottom price in mind.

The minimum is 400,000.

If we calculate based on the price of 160,000 for a single sword, the total for four swords would be 640,000. Adding the sword owned by the team leader, the total would be 1.04 million.

Ok.

Let's just give him one million.

Hawke thought to himself, then opened an anonymous thread, put his hands on the keyboard and started typing.

"For sale are four 99 new Zetauri Soldier energy weapons, plus one Chitauri Squad Leader energy weapon. The package price is one million. If you are interested, please contact me."

Click to send.

Hawke, who posted the message, originally thought that it might take a long time for someone to reply. However, just as he turned around to pour himself a glass of water, someone contacted him.

Ding dong.

Hawke listened to the message notification, picked up his water glass, sat back down on the folding stool, and then opened the message.

"Can I see the photo?"

"...Yes, wait a moment."

Hawke touched his chin, replied to a message, then got up and went back to his bedroom, then dragged out the weapon he had wrapped in a sheet from under the bed.

After pulling out the bed sheet, he looked at the bed sheet that was still wrapped tightly, blinked, then shook his head, lifted the bed sheet, looked at the five weapons inside, then took out his mobile phone, took a photo, and got up and went back to the living room.

soon.

Photo uploaded successfully.

The other party also sent new information quickly.

"Got it, it looks nice."

"Thank you. Are you interested?"

"of course."

Hawke raised an eyebrow at the other party's reply.

Good guy.

Are you so lucky that you can sell it?
Hawke found it somewhat magical.

But then I thought, this is an alien weapon. It doesn't exist on Earth. It is a scarce product, and the ones that are sold out are getting smaller and smaller. So people who see it will naturally try to buy it as soon as possible.

At this moment, the other party sent a message again.

"One million is no problem. I'll take it, but we can only do it in person."

"..."

Hawke looked at this sentence and couldn't help but murmur again.

He seemed to have thought of something. Some law enforcement officers, such as the FBI or CIA, like to squat in the bottom-level black market network to conduct fishing law enforcement.

So, the guy he was chatting with, on the other end of the computer, wasn't he some federal agent excitedly thinking he'd landed a big fish? Hawke hesitated.

But soon he was laughing.

who is he.

He even dared to break into the Quantico military base, so why should he be afraid of the FBI?

If that's the case, then that's perfect. It will just stop one of his thoughts, and then he can let go without any psychological burden.

Hawke thought to himself, then put his hands on the keyboard and replied.

"No problem, you choose the address or I choose it."

"You choose. I see your IP is in New York City. I happen to be in New York City too. I can trade anywhere in the city."

"..."

Hawke raised an eyebrow at the message sent by the other party.

He ruled out the possibility that the other party might be a federal agent.

Right.

His computer skills were limited, not that of an expert, so it was easy for the other party to find his location through the IP address. If the other party was a federal agent, then, at about this time, the federal agent should have knocked on his door and yelled, "FBI! Open the Door!"

Hawke thought about it and subconsciously turned his head to look at the door.

Ok.

There is no comedic effect.

The door didn't slam, and the corridor outside was also very quiet.

For some reason, Hawke felt a little disappointed, but then he turned around, looked at the text on the computer, thought about it, and then retyped his reply.

"How about Calvin from Glendale."

"Okay, time?"

"tomorrow morning?"

"Sure, do you want cash or a check?"

"hehe."

Hawke couldn't help but laugh at the question the other party asked: "Cash, of course. Checks are taxable."

Especially for this kind of unexpected income tax, the IRS collects it really harshly.

Let's say that.

If the unexpected income exceeds $609,300, the IRS will charge 37%.

In other words, if he took the check, the IRS would take his $370,000 without doing anything.

It's simply robbery.

It's legal robbery.

"Aren't you afraid that the IRS will find problems and come knocking on your door when you file your taxes next year?"

“They can try.”

This is the money he earned through his own ability, why should he be charged tax?

Hawke said he would not pay the tax no matter what.

If others had his ability, they would have lived in a big mansion or a big apartment long ago. He is so law-abiding that he just hopes to make some money to improve his life. If this is the case and the IRS still wants to rob him of his money, then don't blame him for getting angry.

The other party looked at Hawke's reply and seemed to pause.

After a while, the other party's reply came out again.

"Okay, I've just arranged for someone to raise the money. One million in cash is no problem. Now there's only one last question left."

"what?"

"How should I contact you when I get there tomorrow?"

"I will find you."

"Okay, it's a deal."

"A word is settled!"

"..."

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