American Scandal King

Chapter 301: Strong Attack
Outside the bank.

Catherine came to Behrman and said, "They agreed to lower the demand to five million."

Bellman shook his head slightly: "The problem now is not money."

Catherine was startled: "What did you say?"

Berman waved in the distance, and a man in a suit and tie came over.

The man smiled at Catherine and said, "Hello, my name is Neil Bodman, and I'm the pioneer pilot."

Katherine looked at him suspiciously. "Katherine Brown, the person in charge of this operation. What's going on?"

Neil said politely, "It's like this. My client has deposited some things at Mirak Bank."

Catherine understood: "Money? Jewelry? Diamonds? Antiques? Paintings? Bonds?"

Neil shook his head slightly. "There are indeed some jewels, but that's not the point. What's important is that there are some documents. We hope that these documents will not appear under any circumstances!"

Catherine looked at him coldly: "Just tell me what your specific requirements are."

Neil said, "My employer wants you to launch a strong attack immediately."

Catherine laughed: "That's unlikely, there are more than forty hostages in there!"

Neil said firmly, "Those documents are very important and involve national security."

Catherine replied: "And Ian Carr, a strong attack might kill him."

Neil smiled and said, "We don't care about him."

He leaned in and whispered, "If he dies, Vanguard Navigation is willing to donate $10 million to the Los Angeles Police Department. Once you take action, you and Chief Behrman can receive $1 million, legally."

Catherine raised her brows slightly.

Every police officer in Los Angeles knows Ian Carr fucked me, don't you?

She looked at Behrman, who smiled without saying anything.

He had a good relationship with Catherine and had just met Mr. Neil.

Even if he wanted benefits, he could ask Ian through Catherine, and there was no need to ask Pioneer Navigator.

Catherine thought for a moment, took out a pen and paper, wrote down some data, and handed it to him: "Pay first, I'll make the arrangements after I see the money."

"Okay!" Neil nodded.

Catherine said, "I'll contact him."

As she spoke, she walked aside, took out her phone and called Ian: "Ian, it's me. Someone from Vanguard Navigation is here, and they say they have important documents... Yes, they want us to launch a violent attack immediately, and it would be best if you died in it... They are willing to pay 10 million. As soon as the operation begins, Bellman and I will each pay 1 million. I agreed... Well, to be honest, I really want to shoot you and see if you are invulnerable... The transfer will take some time, so you'd better hurry."

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In the bank, Ian hung up the phone and looked at the body on the ground.

All three robbers are dead, and now only Ambridge is left.

He nodded to Ambridge: "You can start now."

Ambridge nodded silently and put on a hood. Ian also wore the same clothes and put on a black hood. He took Ambridge back to the hostages, punched and kicked him, and kicked him back to the hostages.

Then he walked out of the room, closed all the doors, carried a bag to the office, vault, safe, etc., took out the explosives from the bag and started to install them.

Inevitably, there were also some US dollars and other worthless items thrown around.

After doing all this, Ian took off his hood, changed back into his own clothes, and sat in the corner waiting quietly.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the phone rang again.

Or Catherine's.

She whispered, "The money has arrived. I'm arranging a strong attack. Are you ready?"

Ian hummed softly: "Okay."

Catherine didn't hang up.

She thought quietly for a while, then said, "Ian, you are becoming more and more unscrupulous in doing things." Ian could understand her feelings.

Yes, I am indeed going too far.

I used to try my best to cater to others, only fighting back but not attacking.

However, as his status and power grew, his methods became more and more brutal.

Is this the result of habitually betraying your conscience?

Who said that getting rich means building character?
Some people are less sophisticated the richer they are.

Because selling out their conscience is their bargaining chip!

But it's okay, at least I still have a bottom line now, and I don't intend to hurt more innocent people.

So he whispered comfortingly: "This is a counterattack against the Jews."

"But Fairbairn has not offended you."

"There are also offenses... Well, there's actually no difference. All Jews are enemies. Believe me, they have already occupied the United States and are controlling the lives and deaths of Americans. The attack on the Jews must be comprehensive, even indiscriminate. This is the salvation of the Anglo-Saxon nation!"

"Gal Gadot is Jewish too."

Ian smiled.

He looked at the ceiling above his head and said after a while: "I have saved her soul."

"Come on, you devil, you can't save anyone. Don't say that bullshit to me again... You can conquer me, but you can't deceive me." Catherine cursed softly and hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Ian thought about it and smiled.

"If you can conquer, why deceive? Isn't that the way America is? From the beginning, they still needed to be reasonable, but later they realized that my strength had reached the point where it no longer needed reason, and then they became even more unscrupulous... People are all like that! But Catherine, darling, it's good that you reminded me. I will try my best to control myself."

He murmured to himself, closed his eyes, and waited quietly for that moment to come.

He didn't even need clairvoyance to see anymore.

flutter!
There was a soft sound of breaking the door, and a group of special police were carefully opening the bank door.

There was no one in the bank lobby and all the hostages were moved into the room.

The special police were fully armed and kept approaching with guns raised.

A special police officer came to the office. The office was covered with curtains. He carefully inserted the camera through the crack of the door, but he only saw three bodies lying in the office.

The SWAT officer was slightly startled and said into the intercom, "Three people have died, and their identities cannot be confirmed at this time."

The SWAT captain at the back waved his fist, and the other SWAT officers continued forward, reporting:
"Ten hostages found in the first room on the left."

"Fifteen hostages found in the second room on the right."

"No robbers found, damn where are they?"

"Go forward carefully and don't make any noise."

"Prepare to rescue the hostages."

at this time.

boom!
There was a loud bang.

Continuous explosions erupted from everywhere, and a special police officer who entered the office was blown away on the spot. Fortunately, the power was not very strong, but the special police officer still vomited blood and fell into coma.

A bigger explosion came from the direction of the safe. The loud noise almost collapsed the entire room. Flames and air waves swept through, accompanied by the hostages' screams of agony.

In an instant, everyone was in chaos.

In the air filled with smoke, burning US dollar bills flew, broken bricks and stones danced, and endless pieces of paper floated across the sky.

Amidst the flames and air waves, a large group of hostages rushed out wailing, and the entire bank was instantly in chaos.

(End of this chapter)