"Director, enjoying your vacation?" On the beach, Morin, wearing his classic beach attire, was lying on a lounge chair and asked Chris, who was next to him.
"What vacation? Don't talk nonsense," Chris said with a dark expression.
"I just heard you were sending people to protect Ethan's parents, so I came personally, didn't I?"
"Yes, I'm sure Ethan will feel very honored. The IRS Director personally came to Hawaii to protect his parents."
Morin chuckled and looked in another direction. There, Ethan had found his parents, but he could only stand awkwardly to the side, not daring to approach.
First, his father was arguing with his mother because
she had caught him looking at girls in bikinis.
Second, he couldn't wear a suit to the beach, so he also changed into a classic beach outfit like Morin.
Now, he was surrounded by a group of girls asking for
his contact information.
A perfect blend of muscle and good looks that's what a true heartthrob is!
"Alright, alright, get out of here!" Chris said angrily, chasing Morin away from the lounge chair next to him.
"Get away from me! When you're next to me, the girls don't even look at me!"
"Director, you can't be so dishonest. You know, if I weren't next to you, no girls would even be looking this way!" Morin said, using his super-sharp wit.
"Get out, get out!" Chris said, embarrassed and angry.
"I'm going to go have some fun then." Seeing that he had pushed enough buttons, Morin stood up with a smile, walked a few steps, stretched, and his bones and muscles made a cracking sound, making his muscle lines even more defined, but not exaggerated.
There was only one word that came to mind: perfect.
According to a rough, incomplete count, just that one stretch made dozens of women around him quietly swallow. It goes to show that beauty, regardless of gender, can stimulate appetite.
As Morin walked toward the target he had been eyeing, he also took a moment to check his newly-changed IRS employee panel.
[IRS Employee, Senior (1200/10000)
Title bonuses:
1. [Physical] 1110
2. [Intelligence] 1110
3. [Master of Senior Tax Law]
4. [Master of Senior Agent Skills]
5. [Master of Senior Weapon Technology]
6. [Storage Space] 10 m]
At the same time, Morin's own status panel also changed.
[Morin:
Number of active professional titles: 2
Opportunities to open worlds: 1
Currently visited worlds: The Fast and the Furious series, Spy movie world
[Physical]: 2301
[Intelligence]: 2303
[Magic]: 100]
"With these stats, if I went to be a mage, I'd instantly be a grand wizard," Morin thought to himself. "Where will the next world be?"
...
The next day.
The "friendly exchange" between the IRS and the CIA didn't need Chris to personally command it.
The IRS Administrative Director was very skilled at it.
There was no other reason than pure experience.
As the IRS Administrative Director, not knowing how to fight for benefits was impossible. The joint operation report from Morin and Ethan was also sent to CIA Director Brown.
After reading the report, Brown was filled with questions.
This operation... when did it start? Why didn't I know about it?
No, it's normal for me not to know, but why didn't Eugene mention it when I yelled at him last time?
Was he trying to keep the operation a secret, so he couldn't talk about it?
Did he suspect I would leak classified information?
The more Brown thought about it, the angrier he got.
He called Eugene, who was expecting a reward from Brown, into his office and lectured him again.
Although Eugene was covered in spit, he wasn't really feeling wronged or upset.
Even though he didn't get a reward, at least his position was safe, and the matter of the missing CIA agent list had been completely hidden.
For him, this was a very good outcome.
Morin didn't get involved in the subsequent events. There was nothing to gain, and he wasn't so bored.
He was making some preparations, preparations to leave this world for a while. So, of course, he had to.
"What? Vacation?" Chris looked at Morin and immediately stood up and backed away nervously.
"Hold on, hold on, why are you moving?" Morin said, completely confused.
"Just a second," Chris said, walking to the side.
He took a box of pills from his suitcase, held it in his
hand, expertly took one out, poured himself a glass of hot water, and did the whole thing in one smooth motion.
"Okay, you can talk now."
"Is that for..." Morin looked at the text on the pill box.
"Heart problems?" The pills were similar to fast-acting heart pills.
"Even if my heart didn't have problems, you'd give me some," Chris said, holding the pill in his left hand and the water in his right, looking ready to swallow it at any moment.
"Tell me, what are you planning to take down this time?
The Pentagon or the White House?"
"I said I was going on vacation, vacation!" Morin said, sounding helpless.
"Don't you understand 'vacation'? The kind of very proper... no, very casual vacation, traveling all over the world!"
"I'm very clear about what you're saying and what a vacation is," Chris said.
"But just a few days ago, you said you were going on vacation, and then you turned around, got involved in a CIA internal matter, and took down the CIA."
"Come on, that was just an accident," Morin explained weakly.
"Who knew I'd run into something like that while traveling? It was just a coincidence, what can you do?"
"Yeah, what I'm worried about is that you might run into something else on this trip, like a nuclear crisis," Chris said, filled with resentment.
"If it gets bigger, I'm afraid I won't be able to cover for you."
"It won't get that big," Morin said helplessly.
"This time I really just want a vacation."
"Do you think the organization will believe your nonsense?" Chris waved his hand.
"Forget it. Whatever you're planning to do, remember to warn me next time so I can take my medicine."
"Also, on this vacation, I might be gone for a long time, so you won't be able to reach me," Morin said.
"Be careful, Director. You're one of the few people I can talk to. I don't want to come back and find that the IRS director has changed."
"Where... are you really going?" Chris asked, dropping his exaggerated act and becoming serious.
"You'll be out of contact? What are you going to do?"
"It's just that I've been scheming so much for so long that it's had an effect on my mental state," Morin said seriously.
"If I don't go and relax, I think I might have a problem sooner or later. So, I need to go to a secluded place, appreciate the masterpieces of nature, and cleanse my soul."
"So your soul can be purified and cleansed of vanity in nature?" Chris asked, confused.
"Hmm... how did you know?" Morin's next words were interrupted, and he looked confused.
"Because that's exactly what you told me last time, and then you took down the CIA, you bastard!"
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