50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 252 On the Way to Buy a Car
Seeing that these gang members were equipped with a full range of firearms, both long and short, Sun Zhiwei was quite impressed.

As expected of America, a few street thugs carry various firearms with them, ready to start a fight at any time.

He really wanted to kill them right now, but with so many people on the street, he was afraid that making it too surreal would make him the headline tomorrow.

Thinking it over, I decided to withdraw the money first and avoid any unforeseen complications.

So he took some gasoline from the car's fuel tank and poured it on the ground in front of several motorcycles.

One second later, the three motorcycles following behind all slipped on the gasoline on the ground, rolled and crashed into the roadside railing, and one of them even caught fire.

"Oh my god!" The driver saw the three overturned motorcycles in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but curse.

Now he was a bit flustered. Originally, it was 4 against 1, which should have been an easy way to take down the easy target. Now he was the only one left, and he was unsure whether to make a move.

Sun Zhiwei looked tall and imposing, and seemed like someone who wouldn't be easy to deal with, so he felt a little guilty being alone.

Sun Zhiwei didn't care about the driver's inner struggle. As long as the driver could drive carefully, he wouldn't harm the driver casually.

He's still sitting in the car; he shouldn't overturn it and lose his life there.

In the end, the driver did not decide to go alone, but instead safely delivered Sun Zhiwei to his destination.

He quickly withdrew $20,000 from the VIP window after entering the bank lobby and opened a checkbook. It took him more than half an hour to leave the bank.

Large cash transactions are mostly used in shady situations, and he doesn't want to attract the attention of the IRS.

The IRS of the Bald Eagle is not to be trifled with. Their official name is the "Bad Eagle Internal Revenue Service," which sounds pretty low-class, doesn't it?

But they have armed forces, including tanks. If you dare not pay taxes, they might actually drive a tank to your house.

The bald eagle is a "country of taxes," and there's a famous saying here: "In this world, only death and paying taxes are eternal."

A few years ago, there was a big gang leader who killed his two bosses and became the godfather, committing all sorts of evil deeds in the area.

But the federal government, the FBI, and the police were all helpless against him—because there was no evidence.

Later, they hired a junior accountant from the IRS to sue the guy for "failure to file taxes," and he was eventually sentenced to 11 years in prison.

And so, this gang, which had terrorized the area for many years, vanished without a trace.

Such a big gang leader, the IRS didn't even need to send in the army, just a small accountant took him down.

So, if you're in the Bald Eagle, don't mess with the IRS. In the Bald Eagle, even members of flour-selling gangs have to pay taxes.

No, try not to provoke them abroad either, because the bald eagle has a concept called: long-arm jurisdiction.

If you don't pay taxes, even if you flee abroad, the IRS can still find a way to kill you.

Conversely, as long as you pay taxes, even if you commit murder or arson, the IRS won't interfere.

After leaving the bank, Sun Zhiwei planned to buy a car first.

The public transportation here is really terrible. Without your own car, it's very inconvenient to go out and get around.

He currently holds a Hong Kong Island driver's license, which is valid in all states except Texas and New York in the United States.

If you stay in Bald Eagle for an extended period, you can also obtain a Bald Eagle driver's license without taking a test.

Just as he was about to hail a taxi, one stopped in front of him. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was the same driver who had brought him there earlier.

He was speechless. Was this driver so persistent? He had already escaped death once, but he still insisted on coming back to die.

"Fine, I'll grant your wish." Sun Zhiwei remained silent, opened the back seat door, and got in. "Driver, find a large car dealership; I want to buy a car."

"Sir, what kind of car do you want to buy? Cars and trucks are sold in different places."

Where can I buy a motorhome?

"Ah, a motorhome. I see. That's a bit far. Let's set off right away."

The driver didn't say where he was going, and he just stepped on the gas and drove off.

Sun Zhiwei quickly pressed for details about the location of the car dealership that sells RVs.

He might not be able to keep this driver later; he didn't want to have to ask someone else for the address again.

“Motorhomes are considered luxury vehicles, so they’re located in the ‘Eastern Market’ area.”

Sun Zhiwei didn't recognize the place the driver mentioned, but he knew that Dulles International Airport, where he landed, was on the west side of the city.

So this place called 'Eastern Market' must be in the east of the city. The distance between the east and west sides is obviously very far.

Sure enough, the taxi headed east, and the driver turned on the car radio, which was playing "Hotel California," a popular song in the United States at the time.

Outside the car window, many people were carrying tape recorders, turning the music up to the maximum, and performing street dance on the street.

Rap, DJing, graffiti, and street dance are the current popular hip-hop culture in the United States.

In a few years, when young people in China all dye their hair blonde, wear sunglasses and bell-bottoms, and carry tape recorders, swaying around on the streets, that's what they'll be learning.

Unfortunately, his learning was neither good nor bad, and he was soon eliminated.

The car made several turns on the road, and when it encountered traffic jams, it would drive into alleys. Several times it went into alleys and then came out again.

An ordinary person might have already let their guard down, but Sun Zhiwei could go without sleep for days, and knowing that his purpose was definitely not pure, they naturally wouldn't let their guard down.

About 15 minutes later, the car drove into a dead-end alley, the other end of which was blocked off.

Now, unless you reverse, the car will be stuck here and unable to move.

Then, the driver took a handgun from the glove compartment.

"Sir, we'd like to trouble you with this today. We just need the money."

Instead of answering the question, Sun Zhiwei asked, "Are you alone today?"

"Of course not, look behind you."

Sun Zhiwei turned around and saw several people walking into the alley. They vaguely recognized them as the three gang members who had fallen flat on their faces on their motorcycles earlier.
When they got closer to Sun Zhiwei, they realized that the man among the three who had lost an arm was only slightly injured.

The other two, on the other hand, were wrapped up tightly in gauze, looking like mummies.

The driver has already gotten out of the car.

Upon seeing them, the driver quickly shouted, "Come here! This guy just came out of the bank; he must have gone to withdraw money."

Once the four men had reunited, they pointed four pistols at Sun Zhiwei and shouted, "Hurry up and hand over the money!"

Sun Zhiwei looked around and found that it was indeed very quiet. The walls on both sides stretched to the sky, making it a perfect place for murder and robbery.

(End of this chapter)