Hank pointed to the other side and shouted excitedly: "Look at this beautiful scenery, this is my hometown, Chicago!"

"Oh!"

The middle-aged woman snorted coldly, as if she was using this behavior to express her disdain and dissatisfaction.

She has reason to be dissatisfied, because Hank's current position was pushed up by her and many people's cooperation.

But now this guy is actually unwilling to do things for them?

Hank looked at Erica, the woman who came to visit him after he was released from prison.

He understood what the other party was thinking, which was to laugh at Hank's behavior.

He was not irritated by this. Instead, he smiled and said, "I remember when I was in elementary school, my teacher read us a story..."

"It happened a long time ago, and there was a story written by a writer."

"I remember that he seemed to be from England. After traveling to Chicago, he criticized this place in an article. Erica, do you know what he called this place?"

Erica frowned.

Hank told her the answer without waiting for her to speak.

"Isn't it appropriate that he calls it 'the city where barbarians live'?"

Erica's expression changed slightly and she looked at Hank in front of her.

At this moment, there was a strange light shining in this man's eyes.

Hank said forcefully and not allowing her to refuse: "This city has its own rules, and all you and the people behind you need to do is follow them. No one can violate the rules!"

"So, you can tell him..." Hank ignored Erica's drastically changed expression, spread his arms as if to embrace the city on the other side, and said in a heavy and firm voice: "When I say action, you can

action!"

Amidst the whistling of the night wind, Erica watched the man named Hank leave, and said to herself with an ugly face: "You want to get out of control?"

"No one would allow it, not him or it..."

Erica glanced at the brightly lit Chicago in the distance.

Although it was already night, the twinkling lights there illuminated the sky.

…

While Hank was talking to a woman named Erica, in a house on 52nd Street in the South District, three people were discussing how to use the bag of money safely.

Everyone talks in this family...

No, it should be called a parent leader...

Something seems wrong?

In short, Luo Ang’s mother, Lauren Mapel Luo, a woman from Texas, looked solemn and said in a low voice: "I think..."

Denise, the second-in-command at the side, couldn't help but asked: "Lauren, what do you think of what to do?"

"Hey, I know that guy Robben is scary smart. He is just like those professors on TV. He has a bald head. He can definitely think of some solutions that normal people can't think of!"

In this family, he currently serves as a thug, third in charge, courier, the hope of the family's rise, the 'leader' brother on the street in the eyes of others, and the top three among them, Luo Ang, sat obediently on the chair, blinking in confusion.

Blinked.

Can becoming bald be equated with intelligence?

Huh...

It seems that it does make some sense.

Putting aside the random thoughts in his mind, although he was not as excited as Aunt Denise, admiration for his father also emerged in his heart.

Even if many years have passed, the rotting corpse can still influence the growth of future generations in its own way. He is indeed my father, Luo Ang!

The man who inherited the wisdom of the Luo family, the embodiment of wisdom: Robben!

Facing the expectant looks of the two people, Lauren said with a slightly embarrassed expression: "Well, I did think of some of the methods Robben said, but these basically require a company or enterprise to be named, we..."

"That doesn't mean we can't use it?" Denise said with great disappointment: "Isn't there a way that fits the current situation?"

Lauren shook her head helplessly.

Robben did say a lot of methods, some of which he heard from colleagues, and some of which he witnessed himself.

As a lawyer who is famous for working for street gangsters, for a while all kinds of monsters and demons really came to him.

Therefore, Robben has more or less learned a lot of ways to 'work capital'.

If you can find him here, he can be considered a big figure in Chicago.

How could ordinary people suddenly need to do this?

It stands to reason that a white-collar worker who goes to get off work normally every day and abides by the rules must have to commit suicide to get access to millions of dollars in cash, and it is also stolen money?

Therefore, when Robben and Lauren chat as husband and wife, they will not think about Rohan's current situation.

Not to mention, Robben never thought that one day he would suddenly die at his doorstep.

In his mind, even if his son inherited his career and became a barrister in a law firm, he wouldn't end up living on the streets, right?

So the current situation is that Robben has indeed told Lauren many ways, and he is very shrewd and difficult to detect.

But Roang's situation did not meet the most basic requirements.

There is a company whose cash flow is not huge, but absolutely sufficient!

Even though he currently has several fast food restaurants under his name, Lauren can instantly name three or four excellent ways to avoid being caught by the IRS.

After learning about this extremely realistic premise, Luo Ang was helpless.

His father must have never thought that his son would one day encounter such a situation.

Not to mention, reserve solutions in advance.

pity……

The three people in the kitchen, you look at me, I see you falling into silence.

How desperate it is to have money but not be able to use it.

The three of them now know.

Very, very, very uncomfortable!

"Shxt happens!"

Denise couldn't help but cursed.

Then his eyes turned and he had an idea, and he asked excitedly.

"OK, I know that in this situation, we can't spend a lot of money, but can't we use it bit by bit?"

"It's like what was shown on TV, where you pay ten dollars or twenty dollars each time?"

Lauren said regretfully: "The IRS must know the current situation of our family. It's fine if you use it intermittently, but if you use it continuously, you will notice something is wrong after a long time..."

"Furthermore, I have always felt that what happened to Robben was not a simple street vendetta. For a while, the IRS, DEA, ATF and even the FBI came to look for me one after another. I am worried that the person who killed Robben is still staring at us!"

"what?"

Denise said excitedly: "These damn guys, they killed Robben and they still don't want to let you go?"

This was the first time Luo Ang knew this, and he said angrily: "I will find out who is behind it, and then..."

Seeing Lauren, his voice immediately dropped a tone, and what he was going to say, "chop him into pieces and feed him to the pigs," changed to, 'Send him to jail!'

Lauren then nodded.

She didn't want her son to get used to beating and killing so quickly.

This was especially true after hearing about Luo Ang's series of actions.

Although the final result looks pretty good.

The man who shot Robben was about to be tried in court, and his son also benefited a lot from it.

But the more this happens, the more Lauren worries that Luo Ang will embark on the road of gangs.

How many good endings can there be for those who live on the street?

Either he is being hunted by his enemies, or he is avoiding police investigation.

Even if someone like Al Capone became a big shot, he would still be sent to prison in the end.

Therefore, she was very unwilling for her son to embark on this path of no return.

"It's getting late now, Denise, you have to go to work tomorrow!"

Lauren clapped her hands, first finished talking about Denise, and then said to her son on the side: "Roon, you too, you still need to go to school tomorrow, let's put the money aside for now, and then we'll talk about it when we have a suitable solution. Okay, that's all."

Go to sleep!”

"As for these..."

Lauren looked at the travel bag on the ground, pondered for a moment and said, "Put it in the storage room on the second floor first, where no one will usually pay attention."
To be continued...