American Scandal King

Chapter 233 Leisurely Killing

With the help of X-ray vision, Ian could clearly see the positions of the militants.

Walking along the backstage, he came to a door.

He suddenly opened the door and thrust the knife in his right hand straight in.

An armed man behind the door shuddered, and Ian covered his mouth and gently put it down.

Ekaterina, who followed Ian, exclaimed, "Oh my God, you're more of an agent than an agent."

Ian looked back at her: "And you're not a good reporter, take good pictures!"

Ekaterina blushed, picked up the camera and started filming Ian.

I am the agent!
So now journalists are doing the work of agents, and agents are starting to do the work of journalists?
The dislocation in her life left this beautiful and sexy girl speechless, and she developed an unspoken admiration for Ian.

Although Russians are somewhat tough by nature, during this period of American prosperity, many countries actually had an inexplicable admiration for the United States.

As an agent, Ekaterina would not blindly worship Americans, but at least she would not deny the strength of the United States. The Ian Carl in front of her made Ekaterina even more fascinated by him.

It made her really feel obsessed with Ian.

Walking out of the door, Ian continued to walk leisurely.

He was completely different from other agents who moved cautiously, sticking to the wall. He seemed to be strolling in his own backyard. To be honest, if you really asked him to perform those tactical moves, he couldn't do it and would only make a fool of himself.

At this moment, Ian came to a wall and stopped.

He took a deep breath, and suddenly punched out with his left fist, breaking the wall and pulling the head of a militant over. He then stabbed with his right hand.

Seal the throat with a knife.

Ekaterina looked at him blankly: "Why don't you just break it?"

"Save your energy," Ian replied.

Ekaterina shook her head slightly. "Not really. I think the real reason is that you need to see blood. News that sees blood is good news!"

Ian smiled.

He nodded. "I've met a close friend in a foreign land. Ekaterina, I'm beginning to like you!"

Ekaterina: ??? You almost broke me, and you just started to like me?

Of course, another reason is that Ian doesn't want the fact that he casually broke someone else's cervical vertebrae to be reported. Now only Natasha and Ekaterina know his "strength", so it is easy to solve the problem.

It will be difficult to broadcast it.

The sound of the wall cracking was heard by the militants nearby, and someone walked towards this side.

Just as he turned the corner, Ian strode over and stabbed him with a knife.

This knife missed!

The man tried to shout, but Ian punched him straight in the mouth again.

Ekaterina faithfully recorded it all: "Your moves show that while you have some training, it's not much. I really can't imagine how you did it. And how did you know where they are? It's like you have the ability to see through things."

"Listen to the sound. A good reporter must have the eyes of an eagle, the sense of smell of a dog, and the hearing of a cat...Is the cat's hearing better?" Ian was a little unsure about this.

Ekaterina said helplessly: "Maybe."

Catherine was now in a deep state of helplessness.

As a secret agent, whenever she watched Hollywood blockbusters, she would be disdainful: "That's not how real secret agents work."

But today, her cognition was overturned.

Everything Ian Carr did was just like a Hollywood blockbuster, passing by silently and ending his opponent's life with one blow.

Personal heroism is perfectly interpreted by him at this moment. Your so-called professional confidence and contempt for Hollywood's unprofessionalism are completely overturned at this moment, and you feel helpless and desperate like "I am the layman".

The key point is that even 007 is not as cool as him!

007 has to be very careful when carrying out assassinations, and occasionally he has to use fists and kicks, and fire silent pistols.

Ian Carl, however, walked with his hands in his trouser pockets, and from time to time he would look at Ekaterina's camera and give instructions: "This is autofocus, pay attention to the composition, don't put the horizontal line in the middle, it can be higher, shoot from the bottom angle upwards, it can make me look taller and more powerful... uh, that's too exaggerated, it's better to take a long shot. Do I need to pose then?" He paid much more attention to filming than killing!
Ekaterina said helplessly: "We are rescuing hostages!"

So Ian sighed: "You can't become a qualified butterfly, but it doesn't matter. You can be an excellent actress. Are you willing to go to Hollywood with me?"

As he said this, he suddenly turned around and the knife in his hand flew out. A Chechen militant who had just walked around the corner was pierced through the neck by him and nailed to the wall.

The man uttered with difficulty as he was about to die: "Hollywood?"

He actually understood this word?
"I'm not talking to you." Ian walked over and broke his neck.

Ekaterina filmed seriously: "You want to take me to Hollywood?"

"And Natasha, and maybe other girls too. It depends on how they perform," Ian said casually.

Looking at the knife in his hand, he sighed, "It's blunt. The quality of Russian arsenals is worrying."

"Those are Chechen weapons!" Ekaterina instinctively protected her own property.

Ian threw the knife away and took another knife from the other person.

He had several guns on him, but never fired a single shot.

Continuing forward with a knife, Ian killed two more gangsters.

At this time, the Chechen militants outside the theater hall were almost killed one by one by him, while Natasha's shouting in the backstage continued, her voice almost hoarse.

Ian smiled and said, "The only injured person in this battle is Natasha. Her vocal cords were injured."

Ekaterina blurted out: "Wasn't it you who stabbed him?"

Ian looked at her in surprise.

Ekaterina blushed.

As expected, I was influenced by Ian and could even joke.

Ian also smiled.

Just as he was about to say something, Ian's expression suddenly changed: "Fuck! These bastards!"

Ekaterina was stunned, not knowing what he was scolding.

Ian hugged Ekaterina and suddenly rushed to the side.

boom!
A big hole suddenly exploded in the outer wall, smoke filled the air, and a shock wave swept out.

Fortunately, Ian dodged faster, otherwise he would have been blown up.

The face of a special forces soldier has been revealed.

Ian was furious.

Why attack at this time?

Where’s the one on the 26th?
He grabbed it casually, and the body of a Chechen militant he had just killed was stuffed through the blown hole, directly knocking the special forces soldier back.

The Russian special forces never dreamed that as soon as they blew a hole, a corpse would come towards them. A pale head blocked the hole, shocking everyone and pointing their guns, only to find that the man was already dead.

Unfortunately, it was still a step too late. A soldier had already shot the dead man in the head.

The explosion and gunshots instantly alarmed the gangsters in the theater. Everyone looked around in shock, but no one opened fire at the first moment.

As for detonation, it is impossible. The detonator is in Barayev's hands and has been taken away by Ian.

But they still pointed their guns at the hostages and in all directions, shouting, "They're coming in!"

"Kill them!" Ian rushed to the hall like a madman: "Ekaterina, stop those guys and don't let them in. No one can take away Ian Karl's merits!"

At the same time, Natasha appeared from backstage and shot a soldier.

Gunshots rang out, and the whole place was in an uproar.

Bullets were fired madly towards Natasha.

(End of this chapter)