American Scandal King

Chapter 249 I Will Always Take Risks

Two cars were waiting by the road, and the men in black hoods were waiting silently.

The leader of the black hoods looked at Ian and said, "Are you really okay with us robbing your bank?"

Ian helplessly replied to the camera: "How can I not accept this? You know, I'm a hostage being held hostage by you! Even if I suggest you give up your goal, will you listen?"

"Why aren't you afraid of death, Ian Carr?" a man in a black hood asked him puzzledly.

Ian also laughed: "A guy with a gun ready to rob a bank asked me why I wasn't afraid of death? That's funny!"

"Because it will be us who kill them, not them who kill us!" another man in a black hood answered.

Ian thought for a moment and said, "So the reason you're doing this is because you think you can succeed without paying any price?"

Everyone said in unison: "Who isn't?"

Yes!

Who doesn’t think so?
The mentality of luck is the basis of risk.

Isn't that even Ian?
If there were no cheats, how could I dare to face the criminals so arrogantly.

The so-called not being afraid is nothing more than having enough confidence to support you.

So he said, "Well, I wish you good luck."

The black hoods laughed together: "We are always lucky!"

Ian thought for a moment and added, "By the way, you can rob them for their money, but I suggest you don't kill them. They are also parents and have children!"

This statement may seem like a self-praise, but it is indeed sincere.

It is better to avoid death if possible.

Besides, we have to give pensions when people die, right?
However, the bank's armored car is escorted by a special security company, so you should not need to pay for it yourself.

"It depends on the situation." The men in black hoods laughed.

While we were chatting, the armored car arrived in the distance.

A man in a black hood raised his gun and shot at the wheel of the armored car, causing the tire to burst on the spot.

Good marksmanship!
At the same time, another man in a black mask drove a large truck across the road. Five or six other men in black masks surrounded the truck and fired crazily at the people in the armored car.

Ian, carrying a camera and recording all of this, angrily said, "Damn it, you promised me not to kill them."

"Shut up!" The black hooded leader yelled at Ian, "This is a critical moment, and they have guns!"

When the tense moment comes, people lose their temper when speaking.

A man in a black hood rushed over and opened the car door. Two security guards, covered in blood, fell out of the car helplessly.

Another man in a black hood rushed over and opened the car door.

boom!
Gunshots.

There was also a security guard in the car, who shot the gangster away.

"Fuck! The news is wrong." The other men in black hoods shouted and fired wildly at the security guards in the car until they were shot into sieves.

Ian carried a camera and recorded all of this, sighing in his heart.

I could have stopped this...

Then he quickly dismissed the thought: we are all Americans, there is nothing to sympathize with!
Ian calmed himself down and prepared himself mentally.

The hooded men here quickly dealt with the security personnel and rushed into the car to start moving the cash box.

The black hooded man who had been shot earlier was lying on the ground and yelled, "Save me!!!"

The black hooded leader walked over and pointed the gun at his companion's face: "You're dead, man."

He fired wildly, smashing his companion's face in the process.

Ian shook his head slightly: "That's useless. The police can still find his identity and find you."

"Okay, then take the body away." The black-hooded leader picked up the body helplessly.

The death toll was heavy, and the leader in the black hood felt a little regretful: I should have killed him after leaving here.

The robbers moved quickly, completing the robbery quickly and efficiently, and then urged Ian to get in the car.

Ian filmed the scene again before getting in the car and speaking into the microphone: "This is Ian Carr reporting live. As you can see, the murderer is extremely brutal. They killed all the security personnel. I am very sad about this. I only have the camera in my hand. I can't help them."

Things are different now. I am a celebrity and a hero, so when I am interviewed, I need to appropriately express my helplessness and sadness instead of being as excited as before.

Otherwise, his image would collapse. The gangsters had already closed the car door, laughing and clapping excitedly.

The car drove forward. The man in the black hood at the head looked at Ian and said with a smile, "Now it's time to discuss your price."

"How much do you want?" Ian asked.

"Ten million."

"No problem." Ian Carr nodded readily.

"No, no, it's 30 million!"

"can."

"Fuck, how much money do you have? It's one hundred million now!" the leader in the black hood shouted.

Ian shrugged: "No problem."

The men in black hoods looked at him in astonishment.

The sound of a helicopter was heard in the distant sky. One of the gangsters looked over and shouted, "It's the helicopter from Karl Media."

"Your business!" The man in the black hood looked at Ian.

"That's right." Ian smiled. "Don't worry, they're just here to cover the highway chase."

"We're moving fast, there won't be any highway chases," the gangsters laughed.

Their cars had been modified and the license plates were changed directly after they left the area, before the police arrived.

The leader, the black hooded one, said, "Keep your helicopters away. They will expose us."

"That's not important. I think you should consider the price first."

The leader in the black hood was speechless: "What if I ask for 300 million? Will you agree?"

Ian shrugged: "Why not?"

The leading gangster finally realized something. He looked at Ian with sharp eyes and said, "You're not going to pay this money, are you?"

Ian smiled: "I can give you one trillion, produced by Tiandi Bank."

"Fuck!" Everyone pointed their guns at Ian at the same time.

Ian smiled and said, "There's no need to be so nervous. Let me tell you what's going to happen next. Your boss wants to keep the money for himself, so he kills you."

He looked at the leading gangster and activated his illusion.

The gangsters looked at their boss in shock at the same time. The gangster suddenly turned his gun around and shot his companion, who fell down with blood all over his face.

"Fuck!" Everyone opened fire at the black hooded boss at the same time, and the black hooded boss fought back frantically. Bullets flew past Ian's eyes, but he just calmly protected the camera.

The gunfight in the limited space of the car was simple and fierce. No one had room to hide. Accompanied by the sound of gunfire, everyone was shot and blood spurted out wildly.

Occasionally, a bullet would grazed Ian, but would be deflected by the invisible giant. When several gangsters died, they looked at Ian in surprise, and saw him crying.

Is that... sympathy?

The driver in front slammed on the brakes and looked back: "What happened?"

Ian picked up the gun on the ground and pointed it at the driver's head: "Internal strife!"

boom!
He shot the other man's brains out.

five minutes later.

The police hadn't arrived yet, but Ian had already dragged the body out. The Times helicopter was still circling in the sky, and Vincent was holding a camera, carefully filming the scene below.

Ian was covered in blood, leaning against the roadside with his phone in hand. "Yes, Gaskell, the robbers have been dealt with... I'm fine. The driver was killed, causing the car to lose control and overturn. The good thing is that the helicopter footage is no longer worthless... Hehe, they were fighting among themselves, and I killed one of them. Don't ask me how I did it, okay? All you need to give me is trust, so that you and Lena don't have to worry so much when I take risks in the future."

Gaskell's voice was calm on the phone. "The most important thing is your safety, Ian. You can't take risks all the time. You can't leave your children without a father."

Ian sighed softly. "I admit you're right... You're always right, Gaskell. But the problem is, I don't accept every correct suggestion. This one is an exception!"

"So you'll continue taking risks?"

“That’s the meaning of my existence!”

The route given by Gaskell is a standard merchant route, but he is destined not to be a standard merchant.

Then Gaskell fell silent.

(End of this chapter)