Black Widow rested her glove on the edge of the blast-proof case and tapped the list with a fingertip.
"Don't sell it to the person involved."
Chen Mo blinked.
"Huh?"
Black Widow looked at him.
"Sell it to his enemies. You'll get more."
Chen Mo blinked, feeling as though he understood.
Black Widow pushed the first photo forward.
"This senator took money from a contractor. Another senator wants his seat. Give the photo to the latter, and he'll name his own price."
Chen Mo looked down at the information.
The man in the photo wore a dignified smile.
"Remember this smile. With all the crap he's done, that smile is worth at least three hundred thousand dollars." Black Widow tapped the senator's face in the photo.
"And in an election year, double it."
Chen Mo looked up.
"Brilliant."
"American politics sure is healthy." Chen Mo began seriously considering the feasibility of this plan. "Should we set up a charitable fund or something too? Avoid some taxes."
"If you had a legal identity, I'd suggest you go straight to buying stocks at rock bottom. Stop talking about things you can't do. Those games are for legal citizens." Doctor Octopus was as mouthy as ever.
How was that not another version of Snape?
Rhino leaned over to look at the photo.
"That guy's face is just begging for a beating."
Doctor Octopus spoke coldly.
"You think everyone's begging for a beating."
Rhino gave it some serious thought.
"Yeah."
Tinkerer tossed his wrench into the toolbox.
"I like this plan. Selling it to the person involved is blackmail. Selling it to his enemies is business intelligence."
Black Widow looked at Tinkerer, who seemed to have learned something incredible.
Tinkerer immediately raised his hands.
"I'm just saying there's a market for it."
Chen Mo