American Scandal King

Chapter 227 Grand Theater

On the streets of Moscow, Ian was strolling along accompanied by Ekaterina and a girl named Natasha.

Natasha is a petite and pretty girl. She is a rare type among Russian beauties who generally have big breasts, tall figures and long legs. She has a somewhat eccentric personality and does not look like an agent at all. She even looks a bit babyish.

She is probably the least like an agent among the Russian Swallows, lacking in ability but having more charm than she needs.

For an active partner, sending such an agent is undoubtedly the most suitable option!
At this moment, she held Ian's arm and pointed to the magnificent palace in the distance: "Look, that's the Kremlin! It's one of the oldest palaces in Russia, with a history of nearly 700 years. It is magnificent and great."

"Yeah, the United States has only a history of more than 200 years." Ian laughed.

Natasha smiled sweetly and said, "I've always wanted to go to the Kremlin, but I haven't had the chance. Maybe you, Ian, have a chance."

Ian nodded. "I don't object to your statement. One day in the future, I will become a frequent visitor to the Kremlin, but not as a spy."

Natasha said tenderly, "Don't mention spies, Ian. We have no intention of dragging you into this."

Ian shook his head. "Unless you tell those bastards across the street to stop spying on me, taking pictures, and eavesdropping on me, and then take out that little thing from your chest, I won't believe you... Why try something you've already failed at? Your body should be used for guns, my guns, not anything else."

Natasha's delicate face froze.

Ekaterina smiled and took out the miniature microphone from Natasha's arms and said to the microphone, "Did you hear that? Mr. Karl has a good temper. He won't allow you to try a third time."

As she said that, she crushed the thing with one foot, grabbed Ian and kissed him: "Forgive her, this was not her idea."

"That depends on how she performs tonight," Ian said with a smile.

I feel a little helpless inside.

A year ago, his clairvoyance was used to see into other people's privacy, but now it is used more to see those who are secretly coveting him.

In just one year, perspective has evolved from being mainly offensive to being mainly defensive!
Every day, many people spy on him, trying to find all kinds of explosive news from him. Ian, who is pursuing explosive news, is himself being spied on all the time and becomes the news for others.

Yet this is life, a normal consequence of changes in environment and status.

He will need more defense in the future!

At this moment they walked across Red Square and headed southeast towards Moscow.

Natasha was not affected by what happened just now and continued to introduce it to him enthusiastically: "This is the Moscow Theater. Russians love musicals."

Ian stopped in front of the theater and looked at the large posters posted there.

He couldn't read Russian, so he asked the two girls directly, "What does it say?"

Ekaterina said, "There will be a large musical performance in a few days."

Ian nodded: "I want to come and see."

Natasha was surprised: "You like musicals?"

Ian smiled: "You can like it."

He scanned the surroundings and found his target almost immediately with his perspective - those people had already arrived, but were still staring, looking for the best opportunity.

It is easy to judge this, just look at the guns or communication tools hidden on them.

For Ian, the more secretive his work was, the easier it was for him to find out.

This also means that they do not intend to change their original plans.

Without Butterfly's intervention, everything went as planned and Ian left with peace of mind.

In the next few days, under the attentive hospitality of the Russian State Security Service, Ian enjoyed the enthusiasm of the swallows.

Girls who have been trained are different.

They can handle far more positions than other women.

Tom Hanks still looks for older women to satisfy his service needs, but he doesn't know that some young women are better than older women in this regard!
It really is:
The taste is wonderful, intoxicating and unforgettable!

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Two days later.

September 10, dusk.

Ian brought Ekaterina, Natasha, and his men to the Grand Theater.

The second floor of the Grand Theater is the VIP room. Ian sat in the VIP box, silently watching the music performance below.

Ian didn't understand opera, couldn't understand the babbling, and didn't care. He just leisurely enjoyed the girl beside him.

Natasha happily accompanied him to watch the musical, but Ekaterina's expression was a little serious.

She looked around warily, then looked at Ian with big, puzzled eyes: "Mr. Karl, are you really here to enjoy the musical?"

Ian smiled at her and asked, "Why do you ask?"

"I just don't think you're someone who likes watching musicals," Ekaterina replied.

Her large, vigilant eyes looked around the box.

She noticed that the young man named Vincent, who used to be a very joking young man, looked a little serious and silent today.

She noticed that they were carrying a large bag with cameras in it. Although Ian always carried it with him wherever he went, this time he seemed to have more equipment.

And there was the driver named Bridson, who was always looking at his watch from time to time.

There was also Ian's secretary Ida, the female secretary who was always inseparable from him, but she did not come with him, and the other assistants did not show up either.

The most important thing is Ian himself.

Although he appeared to be watching a musical, his eyes were constantly wandering, looking left and right.

As an agent, she has strong observation skills, and when she thinks about where Ian goes, there will be war.

Her expression finally changed: "Oh, my God!"

Natasha understood what he meant and stopped her innocent performance. The girl's face turned a little horrified: "Could it be here?"

She looked at Ian in shock: "Mr. Karl, you know?"

Ian stared outside silently and sighed softly, "Two days ago, when I passed by, I saw some people with guns observing the theater... I didn't arrange it, I just had some suspicions. You know my observation skills."

Ekaterina cried out, "Why didn't you tell us earlier?"

Ian replied grimly: "I'm a journalist, I record but I don't participate... For me to issue a warning is to lose the news!"

This cold and inhumane answer shocked both girls.

Agents are cold-blooded by nature, but at this moment they found that facing Ian Carr, they were like two harmless little lambs.

Ian knew all this and just watched it happen!
Ekaterina shouted angrily: "You had an agreement with us!"

Ian sneered: "Not including this part."

Natasha shouted, "Everyone must be notified to leave immediately!"

Ian grabbed her and said, "For the sake of your country, you'd better not do this."

what?
The two girls looked at him in surprise.

Ian said, "After this incident, there's a high probability that Chechnya will be designated a terrorist organization. This will benefit Russia, help you gain international support, and help you win the war. If you prevent this, your country will face even greater difficulties."

The two girls were stunned.

Ian's words told them a fact coldly and ruthlessly: as long as the Chechen armed forces are included in the terrorist list, the Russian military action against Chechnya will be a just action!
So you can't stop this horror!
Ekaterina looked at Ian in surprise: "Will someone die?"

Ian spread his hands: "I don't know, but now that you know...you can leave now. It's not too late to leave now."

The two girls looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

Natasha lifted her trouser leg and pulled out a gun from her calf: "It is our responsibility to protect our country and our people!"

Ian smiled at her actions.

After thinking for a moment, he nodded and said, "I have no objection. If the operation goes well, we can all be heroes."

History can be rewritten, it just depends on which direction it leads to.

If the operation was done well, perhaps so many innocent people would not have died.

(End of this chapter)