Casting spells

No need to ask, he knew that he had won the lottery and was about to be responsible for the specific matters of negotiating with the hell demons. A cold expression appeared on his old face.

At the same time, the members of the South American Supreme Council, without exception, stood up from their chairs and stared at their own speaker.

"Congratulations, dear old friend, the burden of saving the human world falls on you." Cosmo said the scene, revealing undisguised schadenfreude from his eyes.

That's right!

It's just gloating!

There has always been friction between the Supreme Council of North America and the Supreme Council of South America. Although it is not to the extent of a direct confrontation, there are still many small actions in private.

Now that the old enemy is going to be unlucky, he will naturally feel a sense of physical and mental pleasure.

"Humph!"

The South American speaker gave the other party a cold look, turned around and left with his subordinates, and visually estimated that he planned to draw lots after going back to gather five unlucky people to complete this extremely dangerous mission.

Watching the backs of these people going away, Faust came behind Lavern at some point, and said in a low voice: "Come to my room later, I have something important to discuss with you."

"What's the matter? Don't tell me you're going to hell!" Lavern asked without looking back.

"No! Of course not! I'm not that stupid to confront the unprecedentedly powerful demon army head-on. I just got an interesting piece of information recently. In the remote Indian subcontinent, someone discovered an entrance to a mysterious space. It It may be a fragmented world, or it may be the entrance to some gods' kingdom."

"It sounds very valuable. But the question is, we still have an important ally who is not here. Are you sure you want to act alone without him?"

"Hehe, it's not that we left him on purpose, but that he didn't leave his contact information."

"Okay! I'll join!"

"Wise choice!"

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Chapter 952

"Yvette! Calm down! Be sure to be calm! You can do it!"

In the alley behind a coffee shop, a young Caucasian girl was nervously standing there to cheer herself up.

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

In the United States, where guns and violence are extremely rampant, one must be fully prepared to coerce someone, otherwise the confrontation between words may turn into a bloody conflict at any time, or even rape or murder.

If it wasn't for the fact that there were too many secrets involved, once it was leaked, it would probably put her in a situation where she would never be able to recover. She would not hesitate to spend a lot of money to hire a bodyguard.

But unfortunately, the reality is often cruel. If you want to get something, you must pay the corresponding price, and no one can be an exception.

After waiting anxiously for seven or eight minutes, a chubby man finally got out of a Lincoln sedan, quickly got into the alley, and roared furiously: "Fack! You bloody bitch threatened me! Hurry up and hand over the cassette! Otherwise, I'll make you look good!"

"Mr. Claudine, don't get too excited. Here, here's the cassette you want. Of course, it's just a copy. I keep the real original in a very safe place. If you don't do what I tell you to Do, then that cassette will be sent to your wife. As far as I know, she is very dissatisfied with you. If she got evidence of your cheating, guess what she would do? It would be me, I I will definitely find a powerful lawyer, directly file for divorce and divide up as much property as possible." Yvette was obviously not frightened by the aggressive appearance of the other party, but threatened in a leisurely manner.

Before going out today, she had practiced several times at home. Although she was extremely nervous in her heart, she still said what she had to say very smoothly.

no way!

To do blackmail, blackmail, and blackmail, the most important thing is to 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 as tough as possible.

Because she longs for wealth, longs to be a member of high society, and longs to enjoy the sun, beach, wine, food, designer clothes, shoes, cosmetics, carnival parties, handsome men and so on like those rich young American girls.

After all, desire is a wonderful thing, it can make the most humble people brave, just to change their original ordinary destiny.

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

Similar to most white American men, the first thing he thinks of after being threatened is not to use wisdom, but to choose to use violence without thinking.

"Shet! Fat pig! You forced me!"

Without further ado, Yvette took out the electric shock device and pressed the trigger switch.

Clap clap clap clap!

Accompanied by the crisp sound of the electric current, Claudine suddenly twitched, and then fell to the ground with a plop on his back.

However, the power of the self-defense electric shock device was not very high, so he did not fall into a coma, but just lost his ability to move, struggling to get up.

But how could Yvette miss such an opportunity, raised her sharp high-heeled shoes, and kicked the man's vital parts.

"what!!!!!!"

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

Right now, poor Claudine was experiencing it for himself, and Yuanyuan's head and face showed a strange purple color.

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

"Don't! Don't go! We can talk again!" Claudine was scared out of his wits, ignoring Eggy's sadness, while grabbing the girl's ankle.

"Talk? No, we have nothing to talk about. Either do what I say, or go back and wait to die. There is no third way. Also, get your dirty hands off." Yvette ordered very forcefully Ultimatum.

She has already realized that the fat man in front of her is actually a bullying trash. As long as she behaves tougher, she has nothing to worry about.

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

As a lecherous man who likes to hunt for beauty, he only started to hate himself at this moment. At the beginning, nothing could control his lower body, and he ended up in today's end.

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

But the frightening thing is that almost all money laundering will not be a one-shot deal. Once you enter the industry, you may never even think about quitting it in this life.

What Claudine is really afraid of is whether the woman in front of him is a spy sent by some gangster or drug lord to "test the waters". If he meets the other party's request, will there be another 1000 million or [-] million ?

If that happens, it won't be long before he's on the FBI, DEA and IRS blacklists.

"No problem, I will give you a week, and at the same time allow you to withdraw 5.00% of the benefit fee. Remember, keep it clean, I don't want any trouble in the future, understand?" Yvette bent down and lightly He patted the fat man's slightly plump face.

This humiliating action made Claudine full of anger, but he didn't dare to make a little bit of resistance. He could only watch the girl stuff the bag full of black money into his rear compartment, and then walk away.

……

A few minutes later, when Yvette returned to the second-hand BMW, she immediately waved her fists and cheered loudly: "It worked! I really did it! At least I didn't let that fat pig take advantage of it!"

"Good job! This is a good start, and then you have to learn to make good use of him to complete the original capital accumulation." Zhang Cheng, who was sitting in the cab, encouraged with a smile on his face.

"Primitive capital accumulation?" Yvette was obviously taken aback.

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