American Gossip King

Chapter 3 Dissemination Points

Ian's question wasn't actually directed at him, it was directed at the camera!

If the police believe that Ian has the situation under control, they will think that the shot should not have been fired, so the best course of action is to kill him immediately.

"what!"

Kate screamed in terror.

Although it was absolutely self-defense, Kate was still instinctively afraid when she saw someone die like that.

Ian then looked at Charlie Mills's corpse.

How interesting, I don't think I'm actually that scared?

Is it because you were always bold? You can't be a paparazzi without a death wish.

Or is it because he died once?

Or perhaps it's the confidence I gained from cheat codes and time travel?

Ian couldn't find the answer for a moment, but looking at the dead man, he felt a sense of calm and a wordless sense of relief.

Kate, watching Charlie Mills die, finally came to her senses.

She dropped the vase, hugged Ian tightly, and exclaimed with delight, "We're saved!"

He then gave Ian a passionate kiss.

Feeling the softness, warmth, and dampness, Ian's heart stirred slightly, and he regained his senses.

He nodded and said, "Yes, I'm saved."

But just as he casually put his arm around Kate, she released him: "What should we do now? Can you sail a boat?"

Uh, does your passion only last a second?

Ian was somewhat disappointed.

A qualified spoiled rich kid must know how to sail a boat, he said: "Of course."

He was about to leave the cabin and sail back when his gaze fell on the mirror beside him, and he suddenly froze.

In the mirror, four small characters and a row of numbers appeared under my right eye.

"Spread points: 0/1000"

What does this mean?

Ian was momentarily stunned.

Number of dissemination points?

My previous life was that of a journalist, but after transmigrating, I became the owner and reporter of a newspaper... and then I got a cheat code, which even showed up as a dissemination point... Logically speaking, the answer seems obvious...

"Holy crap, no way?" Ian exclaimed in a low voice.

"What's wrong?" Kate asked.

Ian looked at Kate: "What's wrong with you looking into my eyes?"

Kate was taken aback: "It's nothing."

So you can't see the words in my eyes?

That's good.

Kate said, "Let's get the boat going, we need to get back quickly."

Ian's gaze lingered on Charlie Mills's corpse, his mind racing, before he slowly said, "No, no rush."

He then looked at Kate and asked, "Could you do me a favor?"

"What?"

"Take off your clothes."

Kate was taken aback and nervously shielded herself: "What do you want to do? Ian Carl, I admit I have feelings for you now and I'm grateful to you, but we're not at that stage yet."

Ian was speechless: "You've misunderstood, Miss Beckinsale."

He picked up the camera and said, "I'm asking you to put it on him."

Kate stared in disbelief, her mouth agape.

What are you saying?

Ian laughed and said, "I'm a reporter, and this is good news."

"Fuck! You still want to be in the news?" Kate exclaimed.

How could you even think of something like this?

Kate was so shocked she almost jumped out of her skin.

Ian quickly replied, "Basic qualities of a journalist."

Kate looked bewildered: "Then why make him wear women's clothes?"

Ian smiled slightly: "Because that's better news... He's dead, we decide who he was!"

Kate Beckinsale was dumbfounded.

You actually want to put my clothes on that disgusting black man!

Just for your news?

In this situation, you still want to stay in the news?

She shook her head repeatedly: "No! No! Ian Carl, I absolutely will not agree. If this dead man wears my clothes, I'll have nothing to wear. I will not wear clothes he has worn!"

Ian thought for a moment and nodded: "I understand how you feel, Miss Beckinsale, but this is also good for you."

Is it good for me?

Kate looked at Ian, bewildered.

Ian nodded: "Pearl Harbor will be released next year. The lead actress is kidnapped right after filming wraps, which will be perfect for generating buzz... Think about how Jodie Foster became famous? Because some guy assassinated the president for her! You're the same! Of course, your story isn't as sensational, but it can create more buzz!"

He looked at Kate and said, "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you, a chance to become a sensation. You might only have this one chance in your entire life. Will you treat it as just another news story, or will you make it something more valuable?"

Kate Beckinsale gasped, covering her mouth in astonishment. "My God! Ian Carr, are you the devil? Aren't journalists supposed to report the truth? Why are you making up stories?"

Ian smiled. "Because that's more marketable, Miss Beckinsale. Trash reporters wait for news, average reporters search for news, good reporters weave news, and genius reporters create news... In a sense, we're no different from you. You weave stories on screen, we weave them in reality!"

Kate Beckinsale shook her head slightly: "Only you, Ian Carr. I've never seen any other journalist like you."

Ian laughed: "That would be even better. We don't need many gods!"

He smiled slightly: "Take off your clothes."

Then he walked out of the cabin.

………………

Ten minutes later, Ian returned to the cabin.

Kate Beckinsale huddled in bed, arms crossed, watching her warily.

The latest novel is first published here!

For a fleeting moment, she felt that Ian was deliberately making excuses to trick her into taking off her clothes, and then forcing himself on her.

However, she was disappointed to find that Ian did not do that, but was seriously changing Charlie Mills' clothes.

Wait, why should I be disappointed?

She turned her head away.

The black woman was being stripped naked by Ian, who then put her underwear on her.

This scene made Kate Beckinsale feel nauseous.

Ian meticulously photographed Charlie Mills from various angles while dressing him in women's clothing, occasionally posing him for photos.

This is somewhat unnecessary, since dead people can't be posed, but news readers won't care—it's normal for good news to be staged.

After taking a round of photos, Ian took off his clothes to return them to Kate.

Kate, curled up in the blankets on her cabin bed, glanced at Charlie Mills's gruesome corpse and shook her head repeatedly. "No, give me your clothes, you can wear his. Of course, you can wear mine if you want."

Thank you for at least not disgusting my clothes.

Ian sighed, "I still have my bottom line."

He quickly took off his clothes and tossed them to Kate, then took Charlie Mills's clothes and quickly put them on outside the cabin.

He just waited quietly on the deck.

The river flows gently, the dark night is thick, and the river reflects the moonlight, creating ripples.

The city lights shone brightly in the distance, and the water rippled, but his heart was filled with a desolate silence.

A bygone era.

My father once brought my grandmother to the United States for a trip.

Around that time, the US came up with some kind of knockout game.

It's like walking down the street and punching a stranger to death... Is that even considered a game?

Grandma was hit by the knockdown game at that time and was seriously injured on the spot.

The perpetrator was later arrested, but was only sentenced to 180 hours of community service.

The father angrily stormed the courtroom and was subsequently arrested and imprisoned.

He died in prison, and his grandmother also died because she did not receive timely medical treatment.

The two people who were the best to him in the world are gone.

Perhaps for this reason, Li Yi has always harbored a deep hatred for the United States.

What a disgusting country!

Ironically, I ended up dressed as an American.

Perhaps for this reason, Ian Carr now feels no psychological resistance to killing Americans and using their deaths for news.

If there's anything in this world that he might be wary of, it's probably legal matters.

But combining his past experiences with his present memories, Lee Ian now understands the United States even better than his predecessor.

As he gazed at the gently rippling sea, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

The shock of time travel, cheat codes, and narrowly escaping death gradually subsided in quiet contemplation, and an increasingly clear thought emerged in my mind.

Heaven gave me this opportunity, not so that I would waste my life!

A smile played at the corners of his lips as he murmured, "This isn't enough! Far from enough!"

Kate Beckinsale's voice came from the cabin behind her: "I'm changed."

(End of this chapter)