"Yvette, calm down, you have to be calm, you can do it!"

In the alley behind a café, a young white girl is nervously standing in place to cheer herself up.

She holds a small video camera in one hand and a self-defense stunner in her bag with the other.

In the United States, where guns and violence are extremely rampant, it is necessary to be prepared to blackmail a person, otherwise the exchange of words may turn into a bloody conflict at any time, or even rape or murder.

If it weren't for the fact that there were too many secrets involved, once leaked, she would probably fall into a catastrophe, and she would not hesitate to spend a lot of money to hire a bodyguard.

Unfortunately, the reality is often cruel, and if you want to get something, you have to pay a price, and no one is exempt.

After seven or eight minutes of anxious waiting, a fat man with a round body finally got out of a Lincoln sedan, quickly got into the alley, and roared angrily: "Fake! You damn bitch actually threatened me! Hand over the cassette quickly! Or I'll make you look good!"

"Mr. Claudien, don't get so excited. Give, that's what you want. Of course, it's just a copy, and the real original is kept by me in a very safe place. If you don't do what I say, then the cassette will be sent to your wife. As far as I know, she's quite unhappy with you, and if she gets evidence of your cheating, guess what she'll do? If it were me, I'd definitely find a good lawyer and file for divorce and divide as much property as possible. Yvette was obviously not frightened by the other party's menacing appearance, but threatened without hurrying.

Before going out today, she had practiced several times at home, and although she was nervous to death, she still said everything she needed to say very smoothly.

No way!

The most important thing about blackmail, blackmail, and blackmail is that you must abandon your sense of morality and shame and turn yourself into a complete scumbag.

Yvette is undoubtedly far from being able to do this, so she can only try to be tough.

Because she longs for wealth, wants to be a member of high society, and wants to be like those rich young American girls, enjoying the sun, the sand, the wine, the food, the designer clothes, shoes, the cosmetics, the party, the handsome guys, and so on.

After all, desire is a wonderful thing, which can make the humblest people brave and change their otherwise ordinary fate.

"No, I won't listen to you!Bring me the original card right now!" Claudine roared and grabbed the girl by the neck.

Like most white American men, the first thing that comes to his mind when threatened is not to use his wit, but to choose violence without thinking.

"Shet! Dead Fat Pig! You forced me!"

Without saying a word, Yvette directly took out the electric shocker and pressed the trigger switch directly.

Bang bang!

With the crisp sound of electricity, Claudine suddenly convulsed, and then fell to the ground with a thud on his back.

However, the power of the self-defense electric shocker was not very large, so he did not fall into a coma, but only lost his ability to move, struggling to try to get up.

But Yvette would not let go of such an opportunity, raised the sharp heels at the front, and kicked the man in the vital part.

"Ah!!!!!h

There is a heart-rending pain in the world called egg pain.

Right now, poor Claudine was experiencing it for herself, her round head and face taking on an eerie purple color.

"Idiot, wait for your wife to take you to court!" Yvette stomped on the other man's left hand again, and then turned away.

"Don't! don't go! we can talk again!" Claudine was so frightened that she grabbed the girl's ankle as she grabbed the girl's ankle.

"Talk? No, we don't have anything to talk about. Either do as I say, or go back and die, there is no third way. Also, take your dirty hands away. Yvette gave an ultimatum very strongly.

She has realized that the dead fat man in front of her is actually a garbage who bullies the weak and is afraid of the hard, as long as she behaves toughly, there is nothing to worry about at all.

"Damn! That's millions of dollars! I'll need at least a week to get it clean!" Claudine cursed through gritted teeth.

As a lascivious man who likes to hunt for beauty, he just began to hate himself at this moment, and he didn't have anything to control his lower body at the beginning, but he ended up in today's fate.

You must know that money laundering is not terrible, and all major banks, financial industries, and accounting firms in the United States are basically doing it.

But the scary thing is that almost all money laundering will not be a one-shot deal, and once you enter the industry, you may not want to quit in this life.

What Claudian is really afraid of is whether the woman in front of her is a spy sent by some gangsters or drug lords to "test the waters", if she meets the other party's requirements, will there be 10 million, 100 million in the future?

If that happens, it won't be long before he's on the F.B.I.I./D.A.A. and IRS blacklists.

"No problem, I'll give you a week while also allowing you to withdraw five percent of the benefit fee. Remember, clean up, I don't want any trouble in the future, understand?" Yvette bent down and patted the fat man's slightly fat face.

This humiliating gesture filled Claudine with anger, but she did not dare to make the slightest act of resistance, only to watch the girl stuff the bag full of black money into the back compartment of her and walk away.

......

A few minutes later, when Yvette returned to the second-hand BMW, she immediately waved her fist and shouted loudly: "It worked! I did it!

"That's a good start, and then you have to learn to make good use of it to complete the primitive capital accumulation. Zhang Cheng, who was sitting in the cab, encouraged with a smile.

"Primitive capital accumulation?" said Yvette visibly froze.

Zhang Cheng nodded lightly: "That's right! Primitive capital accumulation!"

You don't think you're going to get into high society with just a few million dollars, do you?

No, my dear, it's far from it. You have neither the connections nor the talent, and you simply cannot get rich from the fierce and cruel market competition.

So I suggest you look for a little bit of inspiration in criminal law, which is to act as a money laundering middleman.

Chicago is a city of gangs, with more than 200 gangs, large and small, and you only need to convince one or two of them to hand over some of their ill-gotten gains to you, and then launder them through Claudien, and earn 10 to 15 percent of the fees.

See, how simple and equally lucrative.

The most important thing is that you are a one-line contact, and as long as you are not overly greedy, you have little to no fear of getting caught. ”