American Gossip King

Chapter 5 Field Interviews (Part 1)

The yacht continued forward.

Following the preset coordinates, we finally arrived at a small wooden dock.

Not far away is a riverside villa, all alone, very secluded and quiet.

Ian docked the boat, went ashore, and carefully made his way to the villa.

He stood behind a tree and activated his X-ray vision.

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 to guard the dock.

What kind of professionalism can you expect from a group of gangsters simply accepting goods?

Ian only glanced at it before his right eye started to sting again, so he quickly closed it.

This also made him realize that his perspective depended on the thickness of the object being seen and the duration of the perspective.

The thicker the object being seen through, and the longer the time spent seeing through it, the greater the consumption of one's pupil power.

Fortunately, Ian had already spotted the three people's locations: two in the living room and one in the bedroom.

The other party was clearly unprepared. Ian turned on the camera's recording function, hung the camera around his neck, walked over, and then knocked on the door.

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

Ian mumbled a soft "hmm" in a high-pitched voice.

A Black man walked over to open the door, his hand on the doorknob, then suddenly realized something and said, "Charlie, say something!"

Screw you!

Ian stood at the door, activated his X-ray vision, and fired three shots into the room.

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

Ian quickly dodged behind the wall, and then a barrage of gunfire erupted. Bullets whizzed past his eyes, leaving holes in the door and ripples in the air.

This horrifying scene did not frighten Ian; instead, excitement appeared in his eyes.

It was an indescribable excitement and thrill!

He chuckled softly.

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Before coming here, he had wondered if the knowledge he gained from time travel had made him too arrogant, but the excitement he felt while experiencing the gunfire made him realize that he had been too arrogant.

It's not that I've become arrogant, it's just that this is my mission!!!

A series of gunshots rang out, and the Black man in the bedroom rushed out. Seeing the scene before him, he helped his companion on the sofa and cried out, "Are you alright?"

The gunman on the sofa, clutching his wounded chest, yelled, "Eivat is dead! That bastard killed him! Call an ambulance!"

Did you kill him?

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

The man who came out of the bedroom carefully walked toward the window with a gun in his hand.

He was very experienced and didn't go to the door.

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

boom!

Gunshots.

The man fell backward, head tilted back.

After Ian returned to the wall, tears streamed down his right eye.

I'm fucked too!

My right eye is really unreliable; it started tearing up after only a few uses, and my vision is starting to blur.

Can upgrading restore vision?

Who cares, just kill them first!

Ian tried to calm himself down.

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

Today, Ian Karl has no fear of life, no reverence for the law, and no moral burden when facing the people of this country!

Therefore, he calmed down very quickly and was extremely composed!

The sudden attack clearly startled the people inside the house.

The injured man in the living room screamed in terror, "Charlie Mills, is that you? Why are you doing this? We were working together perfectly well! For God's sake, please don't do this!"

Ian leaned against the wall, not answering, but listening intently.

The fear robbed the creatures inside of their ability to make sound judgments.

What a load of bull, what a bunch of gangsters! They're all cowards!

The soreness in his right eye eased slightly, and Ian endured the pain to activate his X-ray vision again.

He saw the man crawling towards the back door.

Ian smiled, stopped using his X-ray vision, and turned to feel his way along the base of the wall towards the backyard.

The back door opened quietly, and the injured man crawled out, dragging bloodstains along the way.

But the next moment, he froze.

A gun was pressed against his head, and he remained frozen in place.

Ian had already said, "Put the gun down."

The wounded man put down his gun in despair.

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Ian walked over and took the gun, then used his X-ray vision to check Ian's body and confirmed that he was unarmed.

Damn, Black people have such good assets!

Then he said, "Get up and come inside."

The black man then stood up and was stunned to see that the one who had attacked them was a white teenager.

He was shot in the chest, but the wooden door weakened the impact and the bullet didn't hit his heart. He won't die for the time being, but he has lost his ability to fight.

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

The Black man, clutching his wound, choked back tears and asked, "Who are you?"

Ian chuckled: "Look at the situation, you have no right to ask questions."

As he spoke, he pulled over a table, took the camera down, 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 gunfight where I am. Two black men have died and one has been injured. Let's go live and interview the injured man."

Then he turned to the Black man and asked, "Hello, what's your name?"

The other person looked at Ian in bewilderment.

What kind of amazing operation is this?

He was momentarily speechless when Ian pointed his gun at him and said, "Answer my questions."

The black man was going crazy: "What exactly do you want?"

boom!

A shot rang out on the floor in front of him. Ian said, "Answer the questions, and cooperate, okay?"

He then handed the microphone over again: "May I ask your name?"

The black man was terrified: "Jansen! Jansen Wilder! I'm from MS13!"

MS13?

Good grief, this is a notorious gang in Los Angeles.

This gang is predominantly Black, and its most distinctive feature is their penchant for extensive tattooing.

Charlie Mills is a member of the Cripples Gang, which is also predominantly Black. The two gangs don't have a good relationship, but they probably cooperate behind the scenes—gang relations don't affect personal friendships, and besides, who doesn't want to make some extra money?

So the good news is that killing Charlie Mills won't offend the Cripples, because they're unlikely to stand up for a traitor.

The bad news is that I might offend MS13?

what!

interesting!

But what does it matter?

Trash journalists wait for news; I, Li Yi Ian Carl, was born to be a god-level journalist.

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

The paparazzi's naturally thick skin, the time traveler's unique sense of destiny, plus the added advantage of external assistance, give Ian Karl a fearless and undaunted attitude.

(End of this chapter)