American Scandal King

Chapter 208 Butterfly Spreads Its Wings
Port of Los Angeles.

night.

Ian Carr stood on a pier, the night wind was blowing, he looked out at the sea with a deep gaze.

Some people are moving goods at the port.

Kreps stood beside him on crutches and whispered, "He's here."

Ian hummed softly.

A moment later, a middle-aged man came over.

It was none other than Amr Hussain.

He stopped beside Ian, looked around, and said, "Is it safe?"

Ian chuckled: "That's not what you need to worry about."

Amr Hussein thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's right. How much is the shipment this time?"

"One hundred million."

Amr Hussein sighed, "It's too expensive."

Ian Carr, this greedy guy, he asked for ten times the price!
Ian smiled and said, "I told you long ago, investing is the right way to go."

Amr Hussein nodded gently: "We can give 2 billion first, but you have to ensure that all the money is used for this."

Ian shook his head: "I can't."

He turned to look at Amr Hussein and said, "Let me tell you this: I need that money! The only thing you can expect from me is the goods. Forget about anything else. Just think of this as an interest-free loan. As a thank you, I can lower the price slightly. It's that simple."

"That's not what you said last time. Last time you said you were going to use the money we earned from our funds to buy weapons."

"The problem is that you're asking for too much, and the profits aren't enough to pay for it," Ian said with a smile.

I knew you were a greedy guy!

But fortunately, terrorists would rather make deals with the greedy than with patriots with a bottom line.

Amr Hussein was also helpless: "Anything else?"

Ian smiled slightly: "Two billion is just the beginning. Every time I give you weapons and ammunition worth ten billion, you have to lend me ten billion, and the total amount will eventually be no less than ten billion. Then I will supply as much as you want!"

These weapons and medicines worth billions should be calculated based on the selling price, right?

Fake!

Ian Carr, you really know how to do business.

But there are not many people who can help them in this matter now.

Amr Hussein thought for a moment and said, "You have to allow us to pay with drugs and give us some drug-making equipment."

Under the leadership of the Taliban, drugs are a major business in Afghanistan, and the United States is the world's largest drug consumption market - so Americans are certainly not good people, and the Taliban are no exception.

Ian doesn't deal drugs, but what does the Crips' business have to do with him?
He smiled faintly: "You talk to Kreps, I don't care about this part."

Amr Hussein said nothing more and turned to chat with Kreps.

Ian watched the scene silently.

Suddenly, his brows raised and he shouted, "Someone is watching us in the dark."

what?
Kreps and Amr Hussein were both shocked:
"police?"

"FBI?"

Ian said calmly, "No, it's probably a reporter. Fifty meters behind us, behind a shipping container."

Kreps understood, called two of his men and gave them a few instructions, and the two men went around to the rear.

Amr Hussein tried hard to suppress the urge to look back and looked at Ian strangely: "How did you find out?"

Ian pursed his lips and said, "I'm a god-level reporter, good at discovering everything."

Amr Hussein: "..."

A moment later, a sound of beating was heard from behind a container not far away.

Ian didn't go over, but just waited quietly.

The goods were still being loaded onto the ship, and the sounds of beating seemed to come from the sky.

A moment later, Kreps came over.

He stood beside Ian and said respectfully, "They're not reporters, they're from Fucheng Boys. One of our guys was exposed, and Fucheng Boys thought we were doing some big business, so they sent people to follow us."

Damn, can’t your people be more reliable?
He squinted at Kreps.

Kreps' heart trembled, and he remembered the ten whips.

He said helplessly: "Those bastards always talk nonsense when they are drunk. As you know, gangsters are not bound by rules by nature."

"It sank," Ian replied.

Kreps was stunned: "Which one?"

Ian said nothing, but Kreps understood. Both of them sank!

Kreps respectfully withdrew.

Amr Hussein said softly, "The gang members are unreliable, no matter their ability or loyalty. Do you want me to send some people to you?"

Ian shook his head slightly. "Not for now. No matter how rubbish they are, they can't escape my control."

Ian doesn't want to use Amr Hussein's people. Those guys who have been brainwashed by religion have too strong willpower, and it will take a lot of energy to control them!

Even if something happens to ten members of the Cripple Gang, the drain on Ian might not be as great as the drain and trouble brought by one terrorist!

Amr Hussein looked at Ian speechlessly.

He couldn't understand Ian's confidence, but he did feel Ian's terror.

A being who can easily find any hidden place, a businessman with sharp insight and strong strength, a ruthless businessman...

Good!

This means there is huge value in investment and cooperation.

The goods were finally delivered.

After handing the place over to Kreps, Ian and Amr Hussein got in the car and left the port.

Sitting in the car, he took out a cigar and handed it to Amr Hussain.

The other person shook his head slightly: "I don't smoke this."

Ian smiled and retracted his words, "The dock and the ship have been arranged. From now on, we can ship out one or two shipments every month. You can contact Kreps directly then. I won't be here every time to monitor you, so next time something like this happens, you'd better handle it yourselves."

Amr Hussain hummed.

He turned to Kreps and said, "Keep an eye on the Fort City boys. If you have any questions, tell me. But don't expect me to be your thug and help you gain territory by accusing you of some random crime. It's not a good thing for a gang to become too big, you understand?"

Kreps, whose secrets were exposed, smiled awkwardly.

Ian then looked at Amr Hussein and said, "Tell me what you will do next."

Amr Hussain handed over a note.

Ian looked at it, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He said to the front seat of the car, "Vincent!"

The young man in front smiled and turned around.

Ian pointed at Vincent and said to Amr Hussein, "My new butterfly, I need him to bloom like Philileso."

Amr Hussein naturally understood what he meant: "Do we need to protect him?"

Vincent glared, "I still have two years to live. I don't want to die early... unless I have no choice!"

Amr Hussein laughed and said, “So you are still afraid of death.”

Ian sighed, "Who isn't afraid of death? Without the fear of death, life has no value."

As he spoke, he leaned back slightly in his chair and murmured softly like a poet: "The butterfly flaps its wings, and the hurricane that sweeps the world will eventually come!"

Amr Hussein said nothing, but the flames of revenge were already bursting from his eyes.

………………

"Extra!"

"Supertanker Lamborghini explodes and catches fire in Yemeni waters."

"The Indonesian tourist destination of Bali suffered a vicious explosion."

"A car bomb exploded at the Paradise Hotel in the Kenyan coastal city of Mombasa."

"Israeli passenger plane narrowly escapes missile attack at Mombasa airport".

The third quarter of 2002 was spent in blood and turmoil.

In the days after the World Cup, there have been various terrorist attacks almost every once in a while.

Some of these have already existed in history, such as the ones mentioned above, but the time has changed, but there are also some events that did not originally exist in history.

"A car bomb exploded in Arizona, resulting in four deaths and twelve injuries. FOX special correspondent Butterfly reports live for you!"

"The Benjamin Building in Wyoming was bombed, but fortunately the building did not collapse. FOX special correspondent Butterfly reports for you. Don't be surprised, I am another Butterfly."

"Michigan music festival gunman massacres, kills 31, injures 167."

Those violent incidents that once did not exist in history have appeared on the media stage one by one, painting the world with a bloody glow.

Except for the music festival massacre which was not caused by those people in the Middle East, almost all other places are related to them.

This is a crazy revenge from those people, their counterattack!
As for Ian Carr, all he had to do was record and report faithfully, which also enabled him to fulfill his promises to major news organizations like crazy.

News Corporation, CBS, DuPont Group and others were all beaming with joy.

The world’s pain is the media’s carnival!

(End of this chapter)