American Gossip King

Chapter 80: The High-Speed ​​Interview (Part 2)

On the highway, the bandits' vehicles were still speeding.

They had already rushed out of the neighborhood and were on the highway.

The black vehicle ahead was weaving wildly through the traffic, followed closely by an SUV, and further behind, police cars were blaring their sirens.

A highway chase ensued. Leso, strapped to the SUV with a camera mounted on a stand, focused on filming while saying, "You'd better drive carefully, buddy!"

"I'm going to catch that car! It's so hard to keep up! Shouldn't a good photographer be able to stay calm in any situation?" Ballast shouted.

Lesotho said, "I'm not a good photographer. I'm good at sneaking in to get the news rather than shooting at high speed in the open."

Barrastre shouted, "Then you really are a bit of a waste."

Leso smiled: "My reporter's name is Butterfly."

Bharast was stunned: "You're the butterfly? The butterfly who exposed the Danny Koskerry affair and the Oakland paint company affair?"

"And petrochemical companies are hiding their environmental pollution..." Leso replied, faithfully fulfilling his responsibility to take the blame.

Ballast laughed, "Wow, you're amazing! I like you. Can I kiss you after this is over? Oh, and I forgot to tell you, I'm gay!"

Leso smiled and said, "You'd better not, I have AIDS!"

Balaster's expression froze instantly.

Meanwhile, viewers watching the live broadcast burst into laughter:

"Ha, so the photographer is a butterfly!"

"He has AIDS! And that guy even tried to kiss him!"

"A kiss is fine."

"It doesn't matter if we're related, I also have AIDS, Butterfly, I love you! Let's have a spectacular collision!"

Ian, who was watching the live feedback on his computer, was also amused. He hadn't expected that Balast's witty remarks would have such a good effect.

But the next moment he shouted, "Fuck! They're being intercepted!"

Although the police weren't as skilled as professional athletes, there were just too many of them!

Several police cars had formed a cordon on the road ahead, blocking the way.

This made Ian very disappointed; such a great highway racing scene was about to end like this?

What are you police officers good for? Can't you be a little more useless?

But the next moment, Balaster laughed loudly, "They won't stop him so easily."

Sure enough, the car in front suddenly rushed out of the guardrail and fell downwards. There was another highway next to this road, creating a difference in elevation. At that moment, the car went straight down to the highway below.

Barrastre shouted, "Me too! Get ready!"

Ian's expression changed drastically: "Fuck!"

He hurriedly grabbed the monitor and microphone, and the next moment he saw the SUV suddenly fly up, chasing the black car, slicing through the air, and crashing heavily to the ground.

The violent impact nearly sent the camera flying, but Leso was prepared and held on tightly.

Wearing your seatbelt while driving is a good habit!

"Don't stop the camera!" Ian yelled.

Then he yelled into the microphone, "This is WND News, we just experienced a car chase, I don't know what you'll see... Oh my god, they opened fire!"

Another police car appeared ahead, but this time the criminals chose to open fire directly, spraying bullets at the police car.

Viewers watching the live broadcast shouted:

"They fired! They finally fired!"

"That's more like it! Speeding isn't enough, we need to fire!"

Then, the thugs in the car threw a grenade behind them.

"Fuck!" Ballast yelled, swerving the car and crashing into an unfortunate fellow vehicle, finally narrowly avoiding the explosion.

Barrastre shouted, "They're coming for us!"

"Because we're the ones who're chasing them the most!" Ian replied. "Get closer, I want to interview them!"

Ballast was stunned: "What did you say?"

"This is an opportunity!" Ian had already put on his bulletproof vest, and besides, he wasn't showing his face; it was Leso who was showing his face to take pictures.

He then shouted towards the front, "Don't fire! We're not police! We just want to interview you!"

The car in front didn't throw any more grenades, but one of the thugs gave Ian the middle finger.

Ian shouted, "The interview fee is $40,000. If you get arrested, I'll send it to you in jail! $10,000 each! Just don't open fire! The whole nation is my witness!"

As he spoke, his gaze fell on the rearview mirror in front of him, using the mirror to create eye contact.

The next moment, the middle finger in front turned into a thumb!

The stinging sensation wasn't strong, and as expected, many people were willing to accept payment when it came to it.

"Get closer!" Ian shouted.

Barrastre slammed on the gas, pulled up alongside the car in front, and Ian held up the microphone to the side of the vehicle, saying, "Could you please tell me your name?"

The thug pointed to his hood and shouted, "What do you think, buddy?!"

Ian was amused.

He did it on purpose; a "stupid" host can sometimes make the show more entertaining.

For example, I don't believe it.

At this moment, the two cars were speeding side by side on the highway.

Ian leaned halfway out of the car window and shouted into the microphone, "What are your plans for spending this money?"

The latest novel is first published here!

Then hand the microphone to the other party.

The thug shouted, "How else can I spend it? Of course, I'll go and sleep with that idiot girl next door! She only wants two hundred dollars, and I can sleep with her forever!"

Ian laughed: "You're quite devoted!"

Another thug shouted, "Where are you a reporter from?"

Ian took back the microphone: "My name is Ian Carr, and I own the Los Angeles Herald and WND News website."

"The boss is a reporter?" the other person shouted.

This guy has never heard of Ian's name?

You really are ignorant!

Ian: "That's called dedication!"

Bandit: "Then you must be very rich?"

Ian: "It's alright. Honestly, if you had kidnapped me, you might have made more!"

Ballast was taken aback. "Boss, are you worried that someone won't kidnap you?"

That's right!

That's exactly what I mean!

At that moment, the two seemed to be in perfect harmony.

The thugs in the next car shouted, "It's a deal then! We'll kidnap you next time, so be prepared to pay five million!"

"If you do this again, may I ask how much you stole this time?"

"Damn it, that's too little, only a little over two hundred thousand!" the thug in the passenger seat shouted.

Ian laughed: "I'll definitely give you more than that."

"I'm starting to like you, kid!" the three thugs laughed.

Ian pointed to Leso behind them and said, "Let me introduce my good friend, his reporter name is Butterfly!"

Several thugs stared at Leso in astonishment: "You're Butterfly, haha, I've been in Butterfly's news! Not bad, not bad! Come on, let's shake hands!"

Leso shook his head: "It'd better not, I have AIDS!"

"Fuck!" the three thugs shouted in unison.

Are you all out of your minds? You're actually afraid of AIDS?

Meanwhile, viewers watching the live broadcast were delighted, shouting, "Wow! This is amazing! I never thought I'd see news like this in my lifetime!"

"Dude, what are you doing? Screw your womanizing, check WND News, there's a highway chase... Fuck, you have no idea the value of this news, some crazy reporter is doing on-site interviews with a group of bank robbers on the run!"

"Yes, they were conducting the interview while speeding and fleeing. I swear you've never seen an interview like that!"

"My God, this is so thrilling! I saw bullets whizzing past them, the cameraman was absolutely insane, the camera didn't even shake. Are these actors? I'm starting to doubt the authenticity of the news!"

"Haha, Butterfly! The photographer is that Butterfly; he's been dropping a lot of bombshells lately."

"He has AIDS!"

"Hahaha, I'm starting to understand why he's not afraid of dying! Only suicide bombers are qualified to report this kind of news!"

(End of this chapter)