American Scandal King

Chapter 6 Field Interview (Part )

in the room.

Ian looked at the other person coldly, speaking in a standard journalistic tone: "May I ask why you are here?"

Jason Wald covered his chest wound and cried, "Charlie Mills of the Crips kidnapped two people and said he wanted to sell them to us. One is Kate Beckinsale, and the other is unknown. I was ordered to come and pick up the goods!"

"Any other business?"

"There was a producer who seemed to have something against us, and Charlie Mills was commissioned to do the job."

Ian frowned. "What?"

"I don't know, that was arranged by the boss."

Ugh!
Forget it. Although this matter may have the potential to be further explored, it involves a gang boss... I don’t have the ability to explore it further at the moment.

Ian looked at him and asked, "Who hurt you?"

Jason Wald looked at him in astonishment.

Isn't this what you did?
He murmured, "You..."

boom!
Another shot hit the ground, and Ian said, "Wrong answer. Who hurt you?"

Jason Wald finally reacted: "I don't know... Oh, it might be Charlie Mills, this guy wants to rob the gang!"

very good!

Ian smiled and said, “What do you think of Charlie Mills’ behavior?”

Fake!

What can I say?
The black man looked at him speechlessly: "Can you help me call an ambulance?"

Ian smiled: "I'm a reporter. I only do interviews, nothing else."

You even shot me.

Is this what a journalist does?

Jensenwald replied desperately: "We hate this kind of behavior. It is not in line with the rules of the underworld."

So Ian smiled and said, "I understand how you feel, Mr. Wald. By the way, do you think it's possible that this was actually done by Miss Kate Beckinsale?"

"What did you say?" Jason Wald looked at him in surprise.

Looking at Ian's horrified eyes, he nodded repeatedly: "It's possible, maybe Miss Kate Beckinsale killed him and then ran over here..."

Ian smiled and said, "So you see, this is what happened. Charlie Mills killed the producer, then kidnapped Miss Kate Beckinsale. Finally, for some reason, he might have come here with Miss Kate Beckinsale and killed you. After all, they are the only ones who know you are here, right? ... Well, maybe it's the power of love?"

Jason Wald stared at Ian in amazement.

What kind of ghost story are you making up?

Ian showed his big white teeth and smiled slightly: "Now let's do the interview again, just as we said just now. Remember, you didn't see Miss Beckinsale shoot you with your own eyes, you just knew she was coming, and you thought it might be Miss Beckinsale who joined forces with Charlie Mills to attack you. Everything is your judgment!"

Jason Wald nodded helplessly.

Then Ian asked the question again, and Jason Wald answered it again according to Ian's instructions.

After finishing the interview, Ian looked at the content in the camera and nodded with satisfaction.

Jason Wald said anxiously: "Can we call an ambulance now? My injuries won't last long."

Ian sighed softly: "Why does a dead person need an ambulance?"

He stepped out of the camera and shot the light bulb above his head.

The house is dark.

Then a shrill cry rang out: "I am Ian Carr, a reporter from the Los Angeles Herald... I can't see anything now... There are gunmen shooting, a gunfight is happening... I have to get out of here..."

Bang bang bang!
Gunshots rang out continuously.

Report completed. ………………

After resolving all this, Ian began to deal with the scene, including getting rid of Charlie Mills' gun.

He made it look like an assassination by a mysterious gunman, which allowed him to avoid being hunted by MS, but he couldn't escape the police.

Apart from anything else, the fact that Charlie Mills and the two gunmen in the house were killed by the same gun might have made it possible for them to notice - unless Ian didn't release the video of himself killing Charlie Mills, but that was impossible.

Firstly, he needed the news, and secondly, Kate was also a witness.

Besides, he is not a professional killer, and he might miss other clues.

On the other hand, the legal implications of this were minimal—I had been kidnapped and sold by Charlie Mills, so a desperate counterattack was certainly legal. As for the incident at the villa, even if Ian knew he was responsible, he could explain it as "a shootout caused by an attempt to rescue other possible kidnapped people."

Isn't that what all American movies do?

In addition, the United States is a place where money and public opinion speak, so the problem can be solved by external means.

So from a legal perspective, this is not a serious matter.

The serious problem is that MS13 cannot know this.

In other words: MS does not have the ability to find the truth, the police do, but the police will not kill him, MS will.

So the key is to get the police to shut up first... and Kate's side doesn't have a unified story.

At this moment, I walked out of the house while thinking about it.

After confirming that his plan was fine, he left the area, came to the street, and called a taxi to go back.

Ian first went to the dead producer's house, where the poor couple were still lying dead - the police hadn't found them yet.

So Ian went in again to take another round of photos before returning to the second-hand Porsche parked nearby.

His predecessor was a complete loser who nearly bankrupted the company, but at least he still managed to leave himself a good car.

A second-hand red Porsche 911, which originally cost $ and has been well maintained overall.

Now I got in the car and headed home.

Under the night sky, the lights of Los Angeles are half bright and half dim.

Half of it is the prosperous place in the human world, a paradise in the prosperous age; the other half is the chaotic neighborhood belonging to the gangs, a dark hell.

This journey is like going from hell to heaven.

Occasionally you'll encounter night-time drag racers, roaring and roaring.

Ian was also very simple. He took out his gun and fired a shot into the sky, and all the troubles were gone.

Ian Carr's home is at 11 Elk Street. It is a typical middle-class residence, a single-family house with two floors, a private lawn at the front door, and the neighborhood is generally safe.

After returning to Elk Street, Ian parked the car at the door and entered the house.

It was late and my mother had gone to bed.

Ian tiptoed up the stairs, the wooden stairs creaking.

Mrs. Carr's voice came from the room upstairs: "Ian, are you back?"

Ian stopped helplessly: "Yes, Mom, I'm back."

"What did you do?"

“Work, Mom!”

"I hope it's as you said." Mrs. Carl sighed and said nothing more.

Having been discovered on both sides, Ian simply strode upstairs.

(End of this chapter)