American Gossip King

Chapter 66 The Truth of the World

Beside the Porsche, Ian slowly turned around.

Two young white men, wearing black jackets, stood in front of me, their expressions clearly showing some tension.

The man pointing the gun at me was a blond young man, while the man searching me was black-haired.

Ian said in surprise, "I thought only black people did this."

Fuck!

If you say the wrong thing, you'll have to cut this wheel later.

Black people can do it, but you can't say it!

The Los Angeles Herald is currently focused on the lower and middle classes. Although Black people are poor, 20% of their customers are still customers, and they can't afford to offend them!

The dark-haired young man who was conducting the body search chuckled, "This isn't just for Black people."

He then pulled the Beretta from Ian's waist: "You're carrying a gun? No wonder you're so confident?"

Ian shrugged: "Now I've lost the confidence I once had."

The blond young man said, "I hate your attitude. You should kneel down and beg me for mercy."

He clearly preferred seeing people kneel and beg him to robbery rather than robbing them.

Ian's performance greatly displeased him.

He pointed the gun at Ian's forehead: "Kneel down. Maybe I should tell you, I've killed people! I won't hold back."

Ian laughed even harder: "I like that answer. Can you tell me who you killed?"

"Who knows? That idiot wouldn't cooperate and tried to resist, so I shot him." The blond young man laughed.

He didn't notice that the camera was already on, and even if he had, it wouldn't have mattered.

He didn't intend to let this fearless reporter live.

Who told him not to be afraid of me?

My companions were still searching me, but they didn't find anything else of value.

The black-haired man said, "That's all. Let's go."

The blond young man exclaimed, "He hasn't knelt down yet!"

He yelled at Ian, "Kneel down! Or I'll shoot!"

Ian curled his lip: "If you want to do that, then go ahead and shoot."

Ok?

The two young men were stunned at the same time.

The blond young man glared fiercely at Ian: "What did you say?"

The invisible threads had long since deactivated the safety on the blond man's pistol, but he was completely unaware.

Ian has finally found a way to use the silk thread in terms of force!

With this, you no longer have to worry about someone pointing a gun at your head.

He looked at the other man and chuckled softly, "I said you can shoot, do you dare?"

"Fuck! You're asking for it!" The blond man aimed a shot at Ian's forehead, only to be surprised to find that it hadn't fired.

He examined the pistol with surprise, but Ian had already snatched the gun from the black-haired man's hand. The speed of his movement caught everyone around him completely off guard.

Ian fired a shot casually, hitting the black-haired man between the eyebrows. The man fell to the ground without uttering a sound.

The blond man was a complete idiot; he didn't even realize the safety had been turned off. He fired a few more shots but still failed, and then, terrified, he turned and ran.

Ian raised his hand and fired another shot, the blond man was shot in the back and fell to the ground with a wail.

Ian, carrying his gun, walked over slowly.

He stood beside the blond man and said in a low voice, "Normally, I should have shot you first and your companion second, since you have a gun... Do you know why I didn't shoot you first?"

"Help me!" the blond man cried out, clutching the wound on his back.

He screamed frantically, "Mommy... Mommy..."

Ian pointed his gun at the blond man and said coldly, "Because there's no good news if there's no controversy."

Pull the trigger and unleash the remaining bullets on the enemy.

He holstered his gun and turned to walk towards his car.

………………

He drove away and arrived at Kate's apartment.

I made plans with her tonight; I'll be staying at her place.

When Ian arrived at Kate's residence, he saw that the beauty had just come out of the bath.

She dried her wet hair with a towel: "Why are you so late? You didn't reply to my messages."

"Something happened on the way." Ian came in, hugged Kate, and kissed her passionately.

The beautiful woman was only wearing a bathrobe, and her defenses crumbled easily under Ian's attack.

She closed her eyes, panting, feeling Ian's advances, and murmured, "What is it?"

"News," Ian replied, his body slightly bowed.

Kate muttered a curse under her breath: "Fuck!"

She had some idea of ​​what was going on... Ian had a chilling aura about him, which was definitely not a scandalous affair!

"Don't rush, honey," Ian chuckled. "We need to warm up a bit."

He picked Kate up and carried her to the bedroom.

Kate sighed, "I'm not urging you to fuck me! Ian, I mean, in your eyes, the news is always more important than me."

Ian held her, placed her on the bed, and looked at her with a smile.

The latest novel is first published here!

Under the lights, her perfect figure was so captivating.

Scarlett is petite and delicate, while Kate is a true long-legged beauty with an elegant and graceful demeanor.

Ian gently stroked her beautiful body: "Being jealous of a man's career is the most foolish thing to do."

Kate put her arms around his neck: "And what about Scarlett?"

Ian thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "I hope you two can become good sisters."

Frustrated and helpless, Kate bit down on Ian's shoulder.

Ian chuckled as he accepted it all, holding Kate close and reveling in her beauty...

After the passion subsided.

Ian got up without hesitation and started his work.

First, I edited the video, and then I made phone calls to arrange work.

Sitting on the bed, staring at the images of corpses on the screen, Kate felt lost.

Those were the lives of two young people.

They're dead!

He was killed just like that.

On their way to find me, they killed two people along the way, and after taking care of me, they started making news...

Everything was so natural.

"What kind of devil are you, Ian!" Kate murmured.

Yet this very devil was so alluring to her, captivating her like a drug addict.

Ian turned and smiled: "I've only recently realized something—I'm not the devil, I'm God!"

"What did you say?" Kate asked, bewildered.

Ian smiled: "Read the Bible carefully, and you'll find that God has killed far more people than Satan! Just because some people didn't believe in Him, He sent a great flood to overwhelm the world!"

Kate was momentarily stunned.

Ian nodded slightly: "There's a saying in China: 'Kill one person and you're a bandit; kill ten thousand and you're a king.' The Bible also teaches that those who don't follow the Holy Will go to hell! So this is the truth of the world, even the absolute truth... The more people you kill, the more holy you become!"

Kate exclaimed, "You can't misinterpret it like that! The Bible says that humans are born with original sin, and only faith in God can bring salvation!"

Ian laughed heartily: "Don't be like that, my little fool. You know, the so-called doctrine of original sin is just a glorified interpretation of 'those who don't believe in me will all go to hell'... The great Bible, in the form of original sin, pioneered the glorification of robbery and murder in the name of holiness, allowing Americans to kill and plunder with impunity, and that's what I love about America. A country adept at reversing good and evil, distorting black and white, it perfectly matches the nature of its media!"

He walked over and embraced Kate's beautiful body: "I'm not going to argue with you about this, Kate, my darling. You can think of me as the devil if you want. But I need you to know that God or Satan, no matter how evil the person in front of you is, he will not hurt you!"

As he spoke, he hugged Kate and savored her beauty once again.

Kate was completely lost in this domineering, greedy, and unrestrained caress.

Ian is right. It doesn't matter what kind of man he is, as long as he treats you well, that's enough.

She clung tightly to Ian, saying, "But you still made me angry, Ian. You have to make it up to me! Now I don't care what kind of man you are, you're my slave..."

She gently pressed Ian's body down.

Savoring that plump, white flesh, Ian softly promised, "I am willing to offer you everything, including my countless children and grandchildren, Your Majesty!"

(End of this chapter)