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Just a moment ago, Lin Yuan was in high spirits, but suddenly, some unpleasant news struck. Generally speaking, this is referred to as "joy turning to sorrow," or simply losing oneself in delight.
Lin Yuan was not exactly lost in delight, but he was close enough to it. He estimated that perhaps his good luck had finally run out.
The cause of all this was a rather abrupt message that appeared.
"Beep. Esteemed S-5 Sub-base Executive, I apologize for the intrusion. Mechanical City Secondary Citizen, Alliance Tax Bureau Level 4 Tax Officer L-15 requests entry into S-5 Sub-base for official business. Please cooperate!"
To be honest, Lin Yuan was stunned for quite a while after reading this message. He thought he must have misheard it. How could this be? His S-5 Sub-base was already bankrupt; what taxes were they trying to collect? Wasn’t that asking for trouble?
The thought of the melodramatic scenarios from the underworld made him feel like he was being set up for failure. Were they really going to force the people into rebellion?
It wasn’t until the message repeated three times that Lin Yuan snapped back to reality. He hurriedly covered the engine of his Falcon Fighter with tattered garbage and confirmed the request. At that moment, he deeply felt that this S-5 Sub-base probably no longer belonged to him. Tax Officer!
Though he cursed inwardly, Lin Yuan soon saw a flash of light on the information exchange platform, and then the figure of the Tax Officer appeared before him.
This was Lin Yuan's first encounter with a high-ranking official from Mechanical City. As for the Slime, forget it; that bastard, being Silicon-based Life and a Level 5 citizen of Mechanical City, was only good for trickery and deceit.
Clearly, this Tax Officer could not be impersonated. As a Secondary Citizen, he was indeed a Mechanical Life form, completely different from what Lin Yuan had imagined. The Tax Officer's mechanical form resembled a jellyfish at least in its upper half, while the lower half consisted of twenty-eight spider legs. And these were not just ordinary spider legs; each one was equipped with an array of Long-Range Attack Weapons, including twelve Laser Assault Rifles, four Laser Sniper Rifles, four long-range Energy Cannons, four Laser Heavy Machine Guns, and four assault rifles capable of firing Firestone High-Explosive Weapons.
It was insane! From what Lin Yuan knew, those Laser Assault Rifles could be likened to 21st-century submachine guns—more powerful, with greater range and accuracy than his own Laser Pistol by several times!
Moreover, those long-range Energy Cannons and heavy machine guns were all E7 level standard individual equipment.
By the way, Lin Yuan couldn’t discern the overall attributes of this Tax Officer; he only knew that he was an E7 level Remote Mechanical Warrior.
In addition, the Tax Officer also possessed a Second Form, but Lin Yuan could not discern what it was, which left him in a state of shock. Moreover, the Tax Officer's Mechanical Body stood an impressive five meters tall, creating an overwhelming sense of pressure in front of Lin Yuan.
The Tax Officer wasted no time in sizing up Lin Yuan, seemingly astonished. "It's truly unbelievable how negligent the Ministry of Internal Affairs is to allow an F-Level Mechanical Warrior to hold such a significant position as Sub-base Executive. However, this pathetic Sub-base probably only has you, Esteemed Executive, willing to come here and go crazy."
The Tax Officer did not hide his disdain for the entire Sub-base, including Lin Yuan. He continued without needing to engage further with Lin Yuan. The Jellyfish head opened slightly, and instantly, hundreds of fist-sized Jellyfish monitors surged out, quickly spreading throughout the Sub-base. Subsequently, images began to materialize out of thin air. Of course, there was nothing impressive to see; apart from Lin Yuan's trash, the entire Sub-base was virtually empty. The only somewhat decent thing was Mouse One, but it was clear that the Tax Officer looked down on that as well.
After this bizarre display, the Tax Officer finally spoke. "Esteemed Executive, the situation at s-5 Sub-base is dire. According to Mechanical City's tax regulations, it has been rated f1, which is the lowest classification. Therefore, you are required to pay taxes for the past ten Mechanical Years amounting to one million Mechanical Coins. Additionally, I must formally warn you that if you receive more than eight f1 ratings during your one hundred Mechanical Year term, you will face charges of negligence. Not only will you be unable to continue serving as s-5 Sub-base Executive, but you may also be exiled. Do you have any objections?"
At this moment, Lin Yuan was completely bewildered. What kind of joke was this? In the past ten Mechanical Years, he had earned just over one hundred thousand Mechanical Coins; how could there suddenly be a tax bill of one million? Anger surged within him as he contemplated simply getting rid of this obnoxious Tax Officer. However, seeing that guy's formidable firepower made him reconsider. Instead, he dragged over a pair of speakers and argued in a primitive manner: "Tax Officer, this isn't my fault! The s-5 Sub-base was already bankrupt before I took on this Executive position! I've been trying my best here; isn't one million a bit excessive?"
The Tax Officer seemed taken aback by Lin Yuan's way of communicating and took a moment before responding. "Esteemed Executive, I can understand your predicament. To be honest, I have visited over three thousand Sub-bases for tax collection and have never encountered an Executive as destitute as you. However, that's not an excuse for you. Were you forced into taking this Executive position? No? You volunteered for it! Surely you know that all Galactic System Sub-bases are subsidiaries under Mechanical City Alliance and are bases for wealth creation. Regardless of who holds the Executive position, taxes must be submitted every ten Mechanical Years along with completing tasks. This is not an excuse to evade taxes; the Sub-base is not your personal property nor a tool for your amusement. Is one million too much? In reality, it's a disgrace! Other Sub-bases rated above f1 pay taxes amounting to one hundred million Mechanical Coins; if rated A-Level or higher, it can reach up to ten billion Mechanical Coins! Understand?"
"Furthermore," he continued, "if the Sub-base account reaches zero, this tax will be directly deducted from your personal credit. Esteemed Executive, if you have no objections, we can proceed to the next item. Since your Sub-base is rated f1, over the next ten Mechanical Years, you and your Sub-base must complete ten performance tasks. Each completed task will yield corresponding rewards. Now please accept the tasks."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yuan felt utterly crushed. He finally understood why previous Executives had gone bankrupt; it wasn't due to interference from the Gatekeeper but rather because of this oppressive tax system! If things continued like this for another thirty Mechanical Years—he wouldn't even need a full hundred—he would surely go bankrupt.
However, he had to admit that the Tax Officer was correct; he had been greedy in accepting this so-called Executive position in the first place—now it was too late for regrets.
After some thought, he asked again: "Tax Officer, may I request assistance? Since this is a Mechanical City Sub-base, surely headquarters wouldn't just stand by and watch us perish?"
"No," replied the Tax Officer firmly. "Esteemed Executive, do you not understand the significance of a Sub-base? There are over a hundred million Sub-bases under Mechanical City throughout the Galactic System; if all required headquarters support, it would be catastrophic! You can issue Mercenary Missions or directly hire Mercenaries to guard your Sub-base; you could even establish your own Mercenary Group and train your own Mercenaries. Many strong and robust Sub-bases operate this way. However, I must advise you that even hiring the lowest-level e1 Mercenary Group will cost over one hundred thousand Mechanical Coins."
"Wow," Lin Yuan thought sadly. "Being a Mercenary seems better than being an Executive!" He then reluctantly asked once more: "So tell me then, Tax Officer—can I resign?"
"This is probably not possible. Unless you find a successor, according to the agreement, you must serve your full term of one hundred Mechanical Years. Otherwise, you will face greater charges," the Tax Officer said bluntly. "Also, if you have no objections, the taxes will be automatically deducted from your personal credit, and those ten performance tasks will be issued at any time. Good luck; I hope that after ten Mechanical Years, your rating will continue to improve. Goodbye."
"Hey, wait! I still have a question." Lin Yuan suddenly thought of the Mutants and hurriedly called out to the Tax Officer. "You see, there are a large number of Mutant Resistance on this planet. I want to ask if I can accept their surrender?"
This was a concern for Lin Yuan; he didn't want to slaughter those Mutants, even though they were much stronger than him. He was looking for a solution and wouldn't mind letting them go if they were willing to surrender.
"Oh, Esteemed Executive, you really are hopeless. Didn't you do any serious investigation before coming to this planet? It's unbelievable. Let me tell you, those Mutant Resistance are incredibly evil; even their own kind, the citizens of Mechanical City, despise them immensely. Do you really think they would surrender? Ha! That's quite a joke. Listen, they won't surrender because they are Infinite Clones, controlled by some evil entities. On this planet, every minute, three Infinite Clones are being cultivated. Do you understand? Good luck!" With that, the Tax Officer transformed into a beam of light and teleported away.
Lin Yuan stood there in shock. Infinite Clones? What did that mean?
After a while, he suddenly realized—it couldn't be that they were the Clones studied since the first century!
Damn it!
How ridiculous! Three Clones being cloned every minute—how many Clone armies must there be on this planet right now? And here he was, just one person!
What the hell!
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