American Gossip King

Chapter 46 Right Eye Upgrade

Outside the hospital, Gaskell waited anxiously.

When he saw his wife come out, Gaskell hurriedly went to greet her.

Lena threw herself into his arms, kissed her husband, and said through tears, "Ian saved me, he saved me again."

"I know, honey, how is he now?" Gaskell asked.

Lena didn't speak, she just turned around and looked back.

Then Ian came out with his arm around Leso's shoulder.

As several hospital security guards were about to subdue him, Ian quickly snatched the gun from Gaskell and shouted at the guards, "Get back! He's already laid down his weapon; you can't arrest him!"

One of the security guards said, "You have no right to..."

boom!

Ian slammed the butt of his gun into the man's head, pointing the gun at his face: "You had the guts to say that before I saved someone, instead of trying to be a hero now!"

A doctor shouted, "We've already called the police!"

Ian frowned, and Leso's expression changed drastically: "I don't want to go to jail! You promised me, Ian Karl!"

Lena urged anxiously, "Gasker, don't let him go to jail! Ian promised him something, and he doesn't want to go back on his word!"

Gaskell gave Lena a meaningful look, then glanced at Ian, and nodded. "Alright, since you don't want it this way either, then forget it. Don't worry, I'll take care of the police. But Mr. Leso, you can't just leave like this. You have to go to the police station. I'll talk to Elijah and ask the hospital not to prosecute you."

Leso glanced at Ian, who smiled. "If Elek doesn't listen... I've filmed everything! I'll expose it publicly; he can't afford the damage to his reputation!"

Leso looked at Ian gratefully: "Okay!"

A few minutes later, the police took Leso away.

After confirming once again that Ian didn't want Leso to go to jail, Gaskell went to talk to Elijah.

Not long after, Gaskell came out and said, "He agreed, and the police can grant him bail."

"That's great! Thank you!" Ian gave Gaskell a hug.

Gaskell laughed and said, "I should be thanking you. You've saved us twice in less than 24 hours."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Gaskell then took Ian to see Dr. Elijah.

This is a guy with a chubby face who looks kind and gentle. He expressed great sorrow over what happened to Leso.

American doctors' medical ethics are inversely proportional to their medical attitudes—even the most unscrupulous doctors have a heart full of thoughtful service.

They are not in the medical industry, but in the humanistic care and end-of-life services industry!

Having seen many hypocritical people, Ian didn't care much. He simply silently memorized the location of the room and where the medical records were kept.

Ian originally intended to report this incident as news, but in exchange for rescuing Leso, he deleted all the contents of the camera in front of Dr. Elijah.

After finishing this task, Gaskell said he had some other things to take care of, and Ian left alone.

Back at the hotel, Ian first looked at the news report.

The hotel shooting last night continues to unfold, and the sales of the Herald newspaper are also climbing steadily.

This pleased Ian greatly.

Pick up the mirror and look at yourself in your right eye.

The number of dissemination points has reached 999.

Finally, after a moment, it leaped up.

1000/1000.

As this number appeared, Ian saw the number suddenly change, becoming 0/8000.

Fake!

Is experience gain this rapid?

At the same time, Ian saw some strange, thread-like rays of light appearing in his right eye.

"This thing even has flagella?" Ian exclaimed in surprise.

What is its function?

Ian strained his eyes and felt as if countless threads were connecting him all around him.

Using these threads, he saw them fly out, through the window, and hook onto the grass in the yard.

As Ian gently tugged, the blade of grass slowly bent.

"Wow!" Ian exclaimed in surprise.

So my right eye has evolved to the point where it can touch objects?

Moreover, it is within sight and touchable.

Ian noticed that the threads passed through the glass and bound the grass leaves, meaning that the threads themselves had the ability to penetrate and could influence whatever they wanted.

He tried to manipulate some invisible threads to connect with a small tree in the distance, and the tree began to bend slowly.

really!

Doesn't this mean you have the ability to manipulate objects?

Just as Ian was getting excited, the thread snapped suddenly, and Ian felt a sharp pain in his right eye.

"Fuck!"

He covered his eyes and cursed loudly, tears streaming down his face.

The broken thread is not strong enough, and the feeling of the thread breaking is like someone stabbing him in the eye.

After waiting for a while, Ian's eyes finally stopped hurting.

He tried again, and after experiencing several more broken threads, which were so painful he almost cried, he finally realized that he could release about one hundred invisible threads at a time. However, each invisible thread only had about 50 grams of controllability. Exceeding this force would cause the thread to break, resulting in severe eye pain and even decreased vision.

Furthermore, the threads can be joined together to control up to 5000 grams, or 5 kilograms. However, if they break all at once, the person might go blind.

In addition, the threads must not affect living organisms.

Damaged eyesight can gradually recover during promotions, but it's hard to say what would happen if one went completely blind—Ian didn't intend to try that answer.

"Combined, they can manipulate a 5-kilogram object, which is enough. At least it won't be a problem to install miniature cameras in the future," Ian muttered to himself.

Ian's biggest headache has always been how to place miniature cameras into the target area, but now the silk thread has solved most of the problem.

The latest novel is first published here!

He tried using perspective again, but found that the effect of perspective was not improved.

In other words, upgrading the eyes does not improve the effect of the original skills, but only develops new abilities. So, is the current X-ray vision the upper limit?

This disappointed Ian somewhat.

Although the fatigue from seeing through things is much better now than before, it still can't last long.

At dusk, after dinner, Ian went out of his room to take a walk in the yard, only to find that Gaskell had already returned.

He sat on a recliner in the yard, his expression shifting between light and dark.

Ian went over and sat down next to Gaskell, poured him a glass of wine, and said, "You're back? Where's Lena?"

Gaskell said, "She's sleeping. Yesterday's events frightened her, and she didn't sleep well last night. Now that this has happened again, she needs rest."

"You don't look too well either," Ian said.

Gasker's expression was indeed rather unpleasant.

Gaskell gave a wry smile: "It has nothing to do with not sleeping well, I just encountered some troubles and was a bit upset."

"Can you tell me about it? It would be nice to have someone to share with," Ian said.

Gaskell nodded: "Of course, but you'd better not report it."

Ian smiled: "I can't guarantee that."

Gaskell: "..."

He finally spoke up.

As Gaskell explained, just as Ian knew, Gaskell was indeed going to see the chairman of the Oakland Paint Company, Iverson.

Although Iverson appeared to be in good health, the experienced Gaskell noticed that something was wrong with Iverson's physical condition.

This means that the rumors about him having cancer, and that it was in its late stages, could be true.

Gaskell sighed, "He's wearing a wig, I'm pretty sure of it, but unfortunately I can't get him to pull out his hair for me to see."

Ian asked, "How much longer do you think he has?"

Gaskell shook his head: "I'm not a doctor, and Elijah won't tell me, but if it's true, his days are numbered."

When is the loan due?

"Six months to go."

Ian asked, "Can we take it back early?"

Gaskell shrugged: "Theoretically, it's possible, but very difficult. Early withdrawal of the loan requires a legitimate reason, and Iverson's illness is not among the conditions for withdrawal. The only thing I can do is to release all the stocks in time, but that's not much."

"Short selling?" Ian countered.

Gaskell laughed and said, "You'll have to produce his medical certificate first, proving that he does indeed have cancer, otherwise he can sue you."

It's not that people can't think of this, it's that they just can't do it.

Ian thought about it seriously for a moment and said, "I can help you."

"Huh?" Gaskell looked at Ian in surprise.

Ian smiled slightly: "I can find the evidence for you in two days at most."

Gaskell was stunned: "You're a journalist, not a secret agent. Even secret agents might not be able to do something like this!"

Ian laughed and said, "Even a secret agent might not be able to shoot four thugs through a door."

With the invisible threads, Ian has easier access to privacy and is now full of confidence.

(End of this chapter)