American Scandal King

Chapter 5 Field Interview (Part )

The yacht continued to move forward.

According to the preset coordinates, we finally arrived at a small wooden pier.

Not far away is a riverside villa, which is a lonely and quiet place.

Ian moored the boat, stepped onto the dock, and carefully moved towards the villa.

He stood behind a tree and turned on the perspective.

There were three people in the house, all black, with large tattoos on their bodies. They were drinking and watching TV in the room.

They didn't even leave anyone guarding the dock.

What kind of professionalism can we expect from a group of gangsters who simply take delivery of goods?
Ian only took a glance and felt his right eye starting to ache again, so he had to close it quickly.

This also made him understand that his perspective depended on the thickness of the object he was looking through and how long it lasted.

The thicker the object you are looking through and the longer the time, the greater the consumption of your pupil power.

Fortunately, Ian had already seen the locations of the three people: two in the living room and one in the bedroom.

The other party was obviously not on guard. Ian turned on the camera's photography function, hung the camera around his neck, walked over, and knocked on the door.

A black man in the living room called out lazily, "Is that Charlie?"

Ian hummed in a pinched voice.

A black man walked over to open the door, his hand on the door handle, suddenly realized something, and said, "Charlie, speak!"

Talk about your sister!
Ian stood at the door, turned on the perspective, and fired three shots inside the door.

The man at the door fell to the ground, and the man sitting on the sofa was also shot.

Ian quickly dodged behind the wall and heard a burst of gunfire. Bullets flew past his eyes, leaving holes in the door and ripples in the air.

This horrifying scene did not frighten Ian, but instead his eyes showed excitement.

It was an indescribable excitement and stimulation!

He chuckled softly.

Courage is a good thing, it determines the ceiling of excellent journalists!
Before coming here, he had wondered if the knowledge gained from time travel had made him too inflated, but at this moment, feeling the impact of gunfire, the excitement in his heart made him understand.

It’s not that I’m arrogant, but this is my mission!!!
Continuous gunshots rang out, and the black man in the bedroom rushed out. Seeing the scene in front of him, he supported his companion on the sofa and shouted, "How are you?"

The gunman on the sofa covered his bullet-infected chest with one hand and shouted, "Evart is dead, that bastard killed him, help me call an ambulance!"

"Did you kill him?"

"I don't know!" the injured man cried.

The man who came out of the bedroom walked cautiously towards the window with a gun in hand.

He was very experienced and did not go to the door.

But the moment he leaned his head towards the window, he saw the black muzzle of a gun pointed at his chin, and his face changed drastically: "Fuck!"

boom!
Gunshots.

The man fell backwards.

Ian returned to the wall, tears streaming from his right eye.

I'm also fucked!
My right eye is so weak. After just a few uses, tears started pouring out and my vision started to blur.

Can upgrading restore vision?
Never mind, just kill him first!
Ian tried to calm himself down.

The panic caused by killing usually consists of three parts: fear of life, punishment after failure, and inner moral condemnation.

But today's Ian Carr has no fear for life, no respect for the law, and no moral burden when facing the people of this country!

So he calmed down very quickly and became extremely calm!

The sudden attack at this time obviously made the people in the house panic.

The injured man in the living room screamed in horror: "Charlie Mills, is that you? Why are you doing this? We were working together well! For God's sake, don't do this!" Ian leaned against the wall, did not answer, but just listened carefully.

The panic made the guys inside lose their ability to make correct judgments.

What a shitty gang, they are just cowards!
The pain in his right eye eased a little, and Ian endured the pain and activated the X-ray vision again.

He saw the man crawling towards the back door.

Ian smiled, stopped looking through the lens, turned around and felt his way along the wall towards the backyard.

The back door opened quietly, and the injured man crawled out covered in blood.

But the next moment, he stopped.

A gun was pressed to his head and he froze.

Ian had said, "Put the gun down."

The injured man dropped his gun in despair.

Ian walked over and took the gun away, then used X-ray vision to check on him to confirm that he was unarmed.

Damn, black people have good capital!
Then he said, "Get up and go into the house."

The black man then stood up and was stunned to see that the person who attacked them was a white boy.

He was shot in the chest, but the wooden door weakened some of the impact and did not hit his heart. He would not die for the time being, but he had lost his ability to fight.

Ian took him back to the living room, looked at the two dead men in the living room, put away their guns, and let the injured black man sit back on the sofa.

The black man covered his wound and choked with pain, "Who are you?"

Ian chuckled: "Look at the situation clearly. You have no right to ask questions."

As he said this, he pulled a table over, took down the camera, placed it on the table, and pointed it at the black man.

Then he picked up the microphone and said, "This is Ian Carr, a reporter from the Los Angeles Herald. There has just been a shootout where I am. Two black men have died and one has been injured. Let's interview the injured man on the spot."

Then he turned to look at the black man and said, "Hello, what's your name?"

The other party looked at Ian in confusion.

What kind of magical operation is this?
He didn't know what to say for a moment. Ian pointed the gun at him and said, "Please answer the question."

The black man was going crazy: "What on earth do you want to do?"

boom!
A shot blasted the floor in front of him. Ian said, "Answer the questions and cooperate, okay?"

He handed the microphone over again and asked, "What's your name?"

The black man was terrified: "Jason! Jason Wald! I'm from MS13!"

MS13?

My goodness, this is a famous gangster in Los Angeles.

This gang is mainly composed of black people, and their biggest characteristic is that they like to give themselves a lot of tattoos.

Charlie Mills is a member of the Crips, which are also mainly black. The relationship between the two gangs is not very good. It is probably a private cooperation - gang relations do not affect personal friendships. Besides, who doesn't want to make some extra money?

So the good news is that I can kill Charlie Mills without offending the Crips, because the Crips are unlikely to stand up for a traitor.

The bad news is that I will offend MS13?

what!
interesting!

But what does it matter?
Only rubbish reporters wait for news. I, Li Yi Ian Carr, traveled through time to become a god-level reporter.

I am not a news carrier, I am a news producer!

The paparazzi's naturally big heart, the time traveler's unique mentality of being the child of destiny, plus the help of external plug-ins, make Ian Carl now have a fearless mentality.

(End of this chapter)