World Domination Begins With Getting a System in a Modern World Chapter 123: Meeting With Alina (2)

"Hey there," Alina greeted, flashing a quick smile as Jas slid into the seat across from her.

"Hey," Jas replied.

Alina leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs casually, her fingers tapping lightly against her coffee cup.

"You know," she said, with a light tone but the tight expression on her face, gave her feelings away, "when you first told about the McCullens, I thought they were just another dirty company — drug trafficking, money laundering, typical scumbag stuff."

Jas said nothing, simply watching her with a smile on his face.

"But then," Alina continued, her voice dropping lower, her smile fading, "when I went through the digital evidence you gave ... I finally understood."

She leaned forward, her blue eyes dark with sothing dangerous.

"Man... it’s not just drugs and dirty money. They’re knee-deep in human trafficking too — funding whole cartel operations like it’s just another side hustle."

Her voice cracked slightly with disgust, her hands clenching into fists against the table.

"What the fuck?" she muttered. "How the hell are they still standing? Why haven’t the feds torched them already?"

She stared at Jas, searching for an answer.

"Are they... protected?" she asked quietly, almost in disbelief.

Jas smiled thinly, his fingers drumming lightly on the table.

"I don’t think they’re protected," he said calmly. "I think they’ve just been smart. Careful. ticulous. They’ve built walls around themselves — a perfect system where every dirty piece gets cleaned before it ever sees daylight."

Alina snorted bitterly.

"Smart or not... it doesn’t matter," she said, her voice tightening.

Her nails tapped sharply against the table, a quiet beat of restrained rage.

"Because with what we’re going to do..." — she leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming —

"...there’s no way anyone’s gonna be able to keep looking the other way."

Jas smiled —a very dangerous smile.

"Good," he said simply.

"Right," Alina breathed, her voice steadying as she sat up straighter. "Let’s get to it."

She grabbed her laptop, swung it around smoothly, and scooted over to Jas’ side, pulling her chair beside him so they could look together.

The screen blinked to life, displaying a complex, detailed web of connections — companies, fake charities, laundering routes, known associates.

"Welco to the McCullens’ true empire," Alina said, almost like a dark joke.

"And the blueprints for how we’re going to burn it all down."

She tapped a few keys, and the ssy web of nas and lines zood in, focusing on a smaller circle.

"This," she said, pointing at a cluster of logos and company nas, "is their weak spot."

Jas leaned in, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"McCullen Industries looks clean on the surface," Alina continued, "but underneath it? According to the evidence and information you gave , it’s nothing more than a front. It funds and launders the money for two of their biggest shell charities."

She clicked again, pulling up a diagram of a fake foundation — smiling children, colorful logos, a perfectly innocent na.

"Bright Tomorrow Foundation," she said, her voice dripping with disgust. "Sounds nice and unsuspecting, right? Too bad it’s just a giant black hole for cartel cash."

Jas smiled tightened slightly as he stared at the screen.

"This foundation receives millions every year — donations, governnt grants, fake charity events. But almost none of the money actually reaches the people it’s supposed to help," Alina said, and continued.

"It’s laundered through their accounts, funneled through ghost companies, and then pumped straight back into McCullen Industries."

"Which ans this is where we start the fire," Alina said, with a wide, sinister smile.

Jas smirked when he heard it. He knew that he didn’t make a mistake by choosing her and she has once again proven that to him.

"Good. What’s the plan?" he asked.

Alina’s grin widened.

"We don’t just expose them," she said. "We strangle them first."

She tapped a few more keys, pulling up financial spreadsheets, fake invoices, employee lists gotten from the flash Jas gave her.

"The foundation relies heavily on reputation. They’re protected because no one’s ever bothered to dig deep. We start leaking things — anonymously — to the dia, little by little."

Jas nodded slowly, following what she was saying.

"I’ve prepared photoshopped receipts, fake reports, inside testimonies. We will release them and make it look like a whistleblower is leaking dirty secrets. Force them to panic. To cover it up. To make mistakes."

She flipped to another screen — a collection of emails and ssages she had "borrowed" from so sloppy employees who reused passwords.

"If they panic, they’ll start moving money. Quickly. Sloppily. And this one of the places you co."

"I know. I tip the authorities with information anonymously and when they move it... we catch them in the act," Jas’ eyes glead.

"Exactly," Alina said, pleased.

She pulled up another file — this one showing the current bank accounts tied to the foundation.

"Soone helped out with this and we have already set up silent tracking on a few of their ghost accounts. The mont they transfer anything, we’ll have digital footprints. Paper trails they can’t erase."

Jas smiled, a dark, satisfied smile.

"And once we have the proof?"

Alina grinned wickedly.

"Simple. We leak all of the information we have on them to the authorities, to the dia, to watchdog groups. They won’t know who hit them — but the governnt will have no choice but to act."

She leaned closer, her eyes shining.

"They’re a ticking ti bomb, Jas. We just need to light the fuse."

Jas was quiet for a mont, absorbing everything Alina said. He knew that she was right. With things are going for Cullen Corp, their downfall is only a matter of ti. What he’s doing is only expediting the process.

"You did good, Alina," he said with a low voice, and satisfied smile.

Alina’s cheeks colored slightly, as she smirked.

"Of course I did. I’m a genius, rember?"

Jas chuckled softly.

"What’s the tiline?"

Alina tapped her laptop thoughtfully.

"If we start today... a week. Two at most, before it spirals out of their control," she replied, and turned to look at him seriously.

"But once we start, there’s no turning back. No putting the genie back in the bottle."

Jas’ smile faded slightly, his face turning cold and determined.

"I don’t plan to turn back," he said.

Alina smiled again — a real, proud smile this ti.

"Good. Then let’s light the fuse."

She pulled a flash drive from her pocket and handed it to him. It was the flash drive that Jas gave to her.

Jas took the flash drive and smiled, as he slid the drive into his jacket pocket and stood up, Alina rising with him.

"Let’s tear them apart," Jas said, with a calm and deadly voice.

Alina grinned and offered him a fist bump.

Jas smirked and bumped his knuckles against hers, sealing the deal.

"Text your account details. I will forward your fee and of the person that helped you with placing trackers on the ghost accounts," Jas said, as he stood up.

"Thanks," Alina nodded, smiling and Jas also nodded, before walking out of the café.

He got into his car, started the engine and steered the car onto the main road, and started driving back ho.