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"Director, enjoying your vacation?"
On the beach, Morin lay on a lounge chair in his usual beach outfit, casually speaking to Chris beside him.
"What vacation?" Chris replied darkly. "Don't talk nonsense."
"I heard you sent people to protect Ethan's parents, so I came personally. Didn't I?"
"Yes, yes. I'm sure Ethan is deeply honored," Morin chuckled. "The IRS Director personally came to Hawaii to protect his parents."
Morin looked off to the side.
Not far away, Ethan had already found his parents, but he could only stand awkwardly nearby, not daring to approach.
First, his father was arguing with his mother because she caught him staring at girls in bikinis.
Second, Ethan couldn't exactly wear a suit to the beach, so he had changed into beachwear as well.
Now, he was surrounded by a group of girls asking for his contact information.
Muscle. Looks.
A perfect combination.
That was what a true heartthrob looked like.
"Alright, alright, get away from me!" Chris snapped, shooing Morin away from the chair beside him. "When you're next to me, the girls don't even look this way!"
"Director, you can't say that with a straight face," Morin replied smoothly. "You know, if I weren't sitting here, no one would be looking this way at all."
"Get lost!" Chris said, both embarrassed and annoyed.
"I'll go enjoy myself then."
Seeing he'd pushed enough buttons, Morin stood up, stretched casually, and his muscles and joints cracked audibly. His muscle lines became even more defined-clean, controlled, not exaggerated.
Perfect.
With just that stretch, dozens of women nearby subconsciously swallowed.
Beauty, regardless of gender, was appetite-inducing.
As Morin walked toward his chosen target, he checked his newly updated IRS panel.
[IRS Employee, Senior (1200/10000)]
Title Bonuses:
1. [Physical] +1110
2.Â
3. [Intelligence] +1110
4.Â
5. [Master of Senior Tax Law]
6.Â
7. [Master of Senior Agent Skills]
8.Â
9. [Master of Senior Weapon Technology]
10.Â
11. [Storage Space] 10mÂł
12.Â
At the same time, his personal status updated.
[Morin]
Active Professional Titles: 2
World Unlock Opportunities: 1
Visited Worlds: Fast & Furious series, Spy Movie World
[Physical]: 2301
[Intelligence]: 2303
[Magic]: 100
"With these stats," Morin thought, "if I became a mage, I'd be a grand wizard instantly."
"So... where will the next world be?"
...
The next day.
The so-called "friendly exchange" between the IRS and the CIA didn't require Chris's personal involvement.
The IRS Administrative Director handled it smoothly.
Pure experience.
Anyone in that position who didn't know how to fight for benefits wouldn't last long.
The joint report submitted by Morin and Ethan was sent to CIA Director Brown.
After reading it, Brown was full of questions.
When did this operation even start?
Why didn't I know about it?
No-fine, it's normal I wouldn't know. But why didn't Eugene mention it when I tore into him last time?
Was he deliberately keeping it secret?
Did he think I'd leak classified information?
The more Brown thought about it, the angrier he got.
He summoned Eugene-who had been expecting praise-into his office and lectured him again.
Although Eugene was showered in spit, he didn't feel particularly wronged.
Even without a reward, his position was secure, and the missing agent list issue had been completely buried.
For him, that was already a good outcome.
Morin didn't involve himself further.
There was nothing to gain.
And he wasn't bored enough.
He had preparations to make.
Preparations to leave this world for a while.
So, naturally, he had to.
"What?" Chris stared at him and immediately stood up, backing away. "Vacation?"
"Wait, why are you backing up?" Morin asked, genuinely confused.
"Hold on," Chris said, stepping aside.
He took out a box of pills, smoothly popped one out, poured hot water, and completed the entire process with practiced ease.
"Alright," Chris said. "You can talk now."
"Is that for... heart problems?" Morin glanced at the label.
"Even if my heart was fine, you'd still give me one," Chris replied, holding the pill and water, ready to swallow.
"Tell me. What are you planning to take down this time?"
"The Pentagon? Or the White House?"
"I said vacation," Morin said helplessly. "Vacation."
"Don't you understand? A very normal-no, very casual vacation. Traveling. Relaxing."
"I understand perfectly," Chris replied flatly.
"But last time you said 'vacation,' you turned around and dismantled the CIA."
"That was an accident," Morin said weakly. "Who knew I'd run into something like that while traveling?"
"Exactly," Chris said bitterly. "I'm worried you'll run into something like a nuclear crisis next."
"If it escalates, I won't be able to cover for you."
"It won't," Morin said. "This time I really just want a vacation."
"Do you think the organization will believe that?" Chris waved his hand.
"Forget it. Whatever you're planning, just warn me next time so I can take my medicine."
"Oh, and I might be gone for a long time this time," Morin added. "You probably won't be able to contact me."
"Be careful, Director. You're one of the few people I can talk to. I don't want to come back and find the IRS director replaced."
Chris dropped the exaggerated act and turned serious.
"Where are you really going?"
"You'll be out of contact?"
"What are you planning to do?"
"I've been scheming for too long," Morin said seriously. "It's affecting my mental state."
"If I don't relax properly, something will go wrong eventually."
"So I need to go somewhere secluded. Appreciate nature. Cleanse my soul."
"So your soul can be purified in nature?" Chris asked skeptically.
"...How did you know?" Morin blinked.
"Because that's exactly what you said last time," Chris snapped.
"And then you took down the CIA, you bastard!"