American Gossip King

Chapter 58 This woman ruined a good news story

As the police car sped forward, they soon arrived at a neighborhood.

A large number of police officers hid behind police cars and pointed their guns at a house.

At the window of the house, a young man pointed a pistol at his temple and shouted, "Don't come any closer!"

His eyes were filled with tears.

The police officers stared nervously at the young man, and one officer shouted into the house, "Put down your gun!"

The young man simply pointed the gun at his temple and said, "I don't want to live anymore."

boom!

Gunshots.

A policeman fired a shot at the young man, which fortunately missed, but it stunned everyone.

Ian: "..."

This scene looks familiar.

Isn't this the same incident where a young man tried to commit suicide but was shot dead by the police?

The timing was just wrong.

That's true. This world is inherently different from the original world. Otherwise, Ian could have made a fortune just by relying on his rebirth advantage.

Ian deftly retrieved the camera and pointed it outside.

Even in the United States, police helping suicidal individuals commit suicide is considered good news. The only regret is that this won't be his exclusive story—Ian has already seen several of his colleagues do it.

Just then, blonde policewoman Catherine rushed out: "Don't shoot! What are you trying to do? He's trying to commit suicide, are you going to shoot him again?"

The other officers looked at each other and shrugged simultaneously.

One police officer said, "He's too agitated and might shoot us. We have to stop him."

"That's no reason for you to shoot him. If you're not going to stop him, then get out of here!" Catherine yelled.

The police officers had no choice but to lie down behind the car.

Seeing this, Ian and all the reporters simultaneously cursed, "Fuck! This woman ruined a good story!"

………………

The anticipated event failed to occur, leaving all the journalists outraged.

What great news! And it's all gone just like that!

Just then, another car arrived from behind.

It's Leso.

He officially arrived in Los Angeles some time ago and has become a reporter under Ian, but he doesn't have the ability to get any big scoops on his own.

Ian beckoned to him, called Leso over, and handed him the camera: "Follow me."

Leso smiled slightly: "Understood."

Ian turned and walked toward the house.

Scarlett called out, "Ian!"

Ian turned to look at her and smiled, "Do you want to come? It's a bit dangerous."

Scarlett looked around, her heart instantly filled with excitement.

American girls tend to have a tendency to enjoy excitement.

She took a deep breath: "Yes, I want to come."

"Come on over here, my little reporter." Ian laughed and led Scarlett along, heading towards the house together.

With Lesotho and Scarlett by his side, Ian arrived at the house.

Seeing this, Catherine shouted, "Ian Karl, stop! What are you trying to do?"

Ian shrugged: "As you can see, what else can we do?"

Catherine was furious: "Do you want to kill that child?"

Ian laughed: "At least I don't have a gun. Compared to you police officers, I think we're safer."

Catherine was speechless.

Ian walked toward the house, spreading his arms and calling out, "I don't have a gun, don't be nervous, kid."

The young man at the window kept pacing back and forth, shouting, "I have a gun! If you come any closer, I'll kill you! I don't want to live anymore!"

He burst into tears as he spoke.

Ian strolled over slowly: "Can you tell me why?"

"I'm doomed, I bombed my exam," the young man lamented.

Is that all the reason?

Ian smiled and nodded, taking a few steps closer. "That's really bad. As students, your studies are the most important thing. Do you feel you've let your parents down?"

The young man nodded sadly.

An angry roar came from behind: "What are you saying? Ian Karl, get away from him, let me handle this!"

A police officer strode over and called out to the young man, "Don't be sad, kid. Failing one exam doesn't mean anything!"

The young man looked at the policeman and asked, "Who are you?"

The officer said, "I'm a negotiation expert. I'd like to have a good talk with you, kid."

Ian shook his head: "I don't think being a police officer will help in this situation. You just shot him; he might shoot you back."

The negotiation expert snapped, "Shut up!"

Unexpectedly, the young man fired a shot at the negotiation expert, who was hit in the leg and collapsed with a scream.

Scarlett was startled, but thankfully Ian caught her in time and shielded her behind him.

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So soft!

So tender!

Police officers in the distance shouted, "I told you that guy was dangerous, we should shoot him!"

Someone had already pointed their gun at the young man again, but fortunately Ian and a few others were blocking the way, making it difficult to find a shooting angle. Catherine even shouted for everyone to put down their guns.

Ian was also surprised.

He was surprised because his left eye had just experienced a slight stinging sensation.

But what did I just do?

I didn't do anything, so why does it sting?

In particular, I don't have the ability to replicate negotiation experts; I haven't acquired a fourth skill.

Wait, didn't I just say "watch out, he might shoot you"?

Ian said this mainly to generate news buzz. The event itself is fixed, and the host's performance is what amplifies the news. But he didn't expect that the young man would actually shoot the other person.

Could it be that……

Ian hugged Scarlett, looked at the young man, and said, "Feeling better now?"

The young man glared at Ian, gun pointed at him: "Who are you?"

Ian gently shook his head: "I'm not a policeman, please don't point a gun at me, okay?"

He stared intently at the young man, straining his eyes.

The next moment, his left eye stung again, but the young man actually lowered the gun.

He pointed to his temples again and cried, "I don't know what to do!"

Tears streamed down Ian's left eye.

Ian's lips twitched slightly; he felt like laughing, but he tried hard to control himself.

He said sadly, "I was once like you, but worse. My name is Ian Carl. Have you heard of that name?"

The young man paused slightly: "Ian Karl? I know you, the Burning Torch, and the hotel shooting."

Ian smiled and nodded. "Yes, I did it all. But do you know I was even worse than you when I was your age? It wasn't just about failing exams; I never studied properly. I was an alcoholic, a gambler, a womanizer… I even almost lost the Los Angeles Herald that my father left me."

The young man looked at him with a puzzled expression: "Why don't you commit suicide?"

"I thought about it, but I got through it and got to where I am now." Ian smiled. "Everyone has their low points in life, like the one next to me..."

He pointed at Leso: "His situation is worse than yours. He's dying, with less than two years to live."

The young man stared in astonishment at Ian and Leso, who smiled and nodded. "Unfortunately, I didn't bring my medical records."

Ian continued with a laugh, "What's your name?"

"Bill," the young man stammered.

"Alright, Bill, I can see you're a good kid. A kid who can face his shortcomings is a promising kid. I bet the Herald's reputation that you'll be an outstanding young man! Absolutely outstanding!"

"I just shot a policeman!" Bill replied.

Ian laughed. "That doesn't matter. It's certainly not worse than death. Do you trust me? I can help you! Hand me the gun, okay?"

As he spoke, Ian emitted a faint light from his left eye, and the young man was stunned by the intense stinging sensation.

He handed over the gun.

(End of this chapter)