American Scandal King

Chapter 232 You Lied to Me
August 10, early morning.

Sitting up from the slightly hard sofa in the box, Ian greedily cupped Ekaterina's plump breasts, with Natasha's tenderness behind him.

Ekaterina sighed, "We've interviewed everyone we can, and we've learned everything we need to know. How long are you going to keep dragging this out?"

Ian looked at her doubtfully: "Do you know what I'm going to do?"

Ekaterina said, "I had a secret chat with Romanov yesterday. He told me that the Security Bureau's mission is to protect you. But at the same time, they also told me some of the things they found out."

She lifted Ian's chin. "Something we've known for a long time but couldn't confirm... You're an excellent gunslinger with great skills."

"How did you know?"

"You've been involved in so many things in the past. A little analysis will show that you actually have the skills of a secret agent. You've resolved many crises!"

"It will be the same this time," Ian said with a smile.

Natasha happily hugged Ian and said, "Can you really do it? But we don't have enough bullets to kill so many criminals."

There are only about ten bullets in two women's pistols, which is not enough to shoot both of them with one shot!
Ian shook his head slightly: "Get dressed, they'll be taking us there soon."

what?
The two girls were stunned, but they put on their clothes quickly.

Ian took out the guns from under the seat and handed them to the two women: "Leave one for Bridson, and you take one."

As he said this, he straightened his collar and came out of the box.

On the stage, Balayev was talking on the phone with a gloomy expression.

Suddenly he looked towards the box on the second floor and saw Ian coming out of the box.

Barayev roared, "Bring them here!"

The tone is extremely unfriendly.

Two militants led the three people downstairs from the left and right and onto the central stage.

Barayev roared at Ian: "You lied to me!"

Ian shrugged. "Let's talk backstage, okay?"

His eyes flashed with light and shadow. Barayev was slightly stunned, and finally nodded: "Bring them here!"

Balayev went backstage.

The sudden change in attitude made all the hostages nervous.

Vincent tried to follow in, but Ian called out, "You don't have to come over here. Go upstairs and do your job."

Going to the second floor to shoot?
Vincent understood, and without saying anything, he took his food and went back to the second floor.

This is the backstage.

Barayev pulled out his gun and pointed it at Ian. He said in a low voice, "You lied to me, Ian Carr. Your report has made the whole world dissatisfied with our actions!"

After two days of fermentation, this kidnapping incident has caused great discussion internationally.

However, to Balayev's surprise, most people denounced them as terrorists and showed no sympathy at all.

This was a major miscalculation for Balayev. After receiving a call from his comrades and learning about the situation, Balayev was completely furious: "What we need is international support, and you, you set a trap for me!"

Ian chewed lightly, holding a toothpick in his mouth. "Personally, I sympathize with you. After all, you're the ones being beaten, and you're just fighting back. But sometimes the wrong methods can lead to adverse consequences... Just like the 917/ incident, Mohammed Atta and his group also believed they were righteous... No matter what evil deeds we commit, we will always call them justice. The only difference is that some people believe it, and some don't."

Balayev looked at him in astonishment.

what are you saying?
Ian chuckled softly. "You're the one who believes in yourself, but I'm not. I'm a greedy businessman and a cruel executioner. I only trust money and power, not justice and morality. In my opinion, justice and morality are just useful tools. They're fine for attacking others, but you must never let them get in your way! So... yes, I deceived you. It was as easy as fooling a three-year-old. It doesn't even give me a sense of accomplishment."

"You damn bastard!" Balayev could no longer control his emotions.

He shot Ian in the head.

"Ah!" Ekaterina and Natasha exclaimed at the same time.

But the gun didn't fire.

Everyone was stunned. Ian had already made his move.

He grabbed Balayev's throat, holding him with a tyrannical force. Ian said coldly, "It's a good habit to check the safety before shooting."

Click!

Balayev's neck was twisted by him, his head drooped down, and he died instantly.

The two Chechen militants next to them raised their guns at the same time, but were surprised to find that their guns were also on safety. Just as they were about to open the safety, Ian used both hands and did the same.

The two men's heads tilted and their necks were broken, and they died.

"Oh my God!" Natasha exclaimed.

Ekaterina reacted faster and pulled out her gun immediately, but found that the three people had already been killed by Ian.

Stunned for a moment.

Is it so outrageous?

Even Russia's most powerful agent can't do this, right?

Natasha also reacted and quickly took out her gun and pointed it at the three people. She also checked their breathing and cervical vertebrae and said in horror: "You broke their cervical vertebrae. How did you do that? It takes a lot of strength."

Ian nodded: "When I was poor, I often entertained myself."

Second daughter: "..."

Ian had already taken guns and grenades from the three men. He asked, "Can you do ventriloquism? I mean, imitate other people's voices? As an agent, you should be able to do that."

Ekaterina nodded: "Yes, but I can only imitate a woman's voice."

"If you can do it, I can do it too." Ian smiled.

The fifth ability is copying and ventriloquism.

Ian asked, "How do you say come here in Russian?"

Ekaterina repeated.

So Ian shouted to the outside world: "Roloff, Yaqiqi, come here!"

The voice he made was clearly that of Balayev.

He has been running around like crazy these days and is basically familiar with the militants here.

The two girls became more and more confused.

Does this work?
Fortunately, they were both agents, so they dragged the body to the side immediately without Ian's explanation.

Two militants have come over here.

As soon as they entered the door, Ian appeared behind them like a ghost. As usual, he stretched out his hands and snapped the necks of the two men.

Natasha was delighted: "Keep calling for help."

This is much more convenient than shooting.

Ian shook his head. "No, they'll find out. We've done enough. Natasha, you two should start begging for mercy right now. Just tell them to stop hitting him. Let the people outside think Barayev is beating me. Lina, follow me with the camera and take the photos."

The second girl looked at him: "What about you?"

Ian chuckled. "They're going to be guarding the gates, the passages, the theater lobby, and other places. We can take them out one by one. Keep your guns on guard. If you hear any gunshots, the people in the lobby will be yours."

The two women took a deep breath at the same time and looked at each other.

Then Natasha screamed miserably:
"No, stop hitting him! Let him go! He doesn't want this!"

Ian was already walking along the backstage towards another portal.

(End of this chapter)