American Scandal King

Chapter 22 Repairing Circuits
The office hall was in a state of chaos and bustle.

Ian sat helplessly in the office, regretting the loss of good news.

But what made him even more speechless was that his right eye had no experience.

Not a single point was added.

how come?
Ian couldn't understand.

Is it because this time it was not given exclusively to CBS, but was released jointly with the Pioneer Daily?

It shouldn’t be!

The previous news was also jointly released, but this time the Pioneer published more content... Because it involved a little girl, there were more photos than videos.

Could it be that the cheater doesn’t like this kind of news?

He was just wondering when he suddenly felt a slight tingling in his left eye.

Huh?
Ian rubbed his eyes and found that his left eye was still a little sore.

His heart trembled, and he sat up suddenly and looked at the mirror.

In the mirror, a line of small words suddenly appeared under the left eye.

"Spread points: 1/1000."

Fake!

So the news this time is about opening the left eye?
So my left eye has powers too?
The previous news was all about improving his right eye, so much so that Ian thought that only one of his eyes was damaged.

Unexpectedly, this time the news actually opened the left eye, and the progress of the two eyes was obviously different, which means that the left eye is only related to the Blaser incident!
How could this be?
Is it because of the nature of news?
The Charlie Mills and River House incidents were classic violent crimes, while the Blaser incident was a sex crime.

"What the hell? No way?" Ian muttered.

So different news correspond to different things?

So what about political and economic news?
Ian couldn't find the answer for a moment, so he could only study the function of his left eye.

I scanned around and didn't find any special feedback.

There is no instruction manual, what a headache!
Ian looked out the window with doubt in his heart.

On the outer wall of the building opposite, an electrician was repairing the circuit.

Ian took a casual look and tried to activate his left eye. The next moment, a hazy light and shadow appeared in his eyes. Ian felt as if he had another feeling in his heart, and some memories and skills seemed to exist naturally in his consciousness.

I think I know how to repair circuits?

Wait, this is copying?
Can your left eye copy other people's abilities?

Ian was stunned for a moment.

Ian tried to copy other people's abilities again, but found it useless. He could only copy one at the moment.

Fake!

What's the use of me needing circuit repair?

Ian cursed inwardly.

Ian's eyes lit up as he suddenly thought of something.

He pushed open the office door and said to Lloyd in the hall, "Ron!"

Lloyd looked back at him: "What's the matter?"

"Find me an electrician's suit," Ian replied.

Lloyd was stunned: "What do you want an electrician's uniform for?"

Ian grinned, "Maintaining the circuits, of course."

………………

Two days later, Beverly Hills.

This is the most famous residential area in Hollywood, with the title of "the most prestigious residential area in the world". It is regarded as the representative and symbol of wealth, fame and fortune.

However, Beverly Hills is actually divided into rich areas and ordinary areas, but in a general sense, Beverly Hills refers to the rich area.

For paparazzi, the most popular groups to photograph are celebrities first and politicians second. After all, they are all celebrities and have higher news value - in fact, violent news has higher news value, but the risk is greater and it is more difficult to obtain clues.

Every day, a large number of paparazzi gather here, trying to find out the privacy of some celebrity. As long as they can take a picture of it, it is an opportunity to make a fortune.

The war between celebrities and paparazzi is a never-ending war. Security in wealthy neighborhoods is always tight, with armed doormen and local police patrolling the area at all times. And because of the large number of celebrities and prominent figures, uninvited journalists are prohibited from entering…especially paparazzi.

But this doesn't mean you can't enter, after all, no doorman knows all the residents.

More often than not, they judge by your expression, attitude, and even clothing and vehicle.

The Porsche has been sold, and without a luxury car, the easiest way is to walk.

Under the night sky, a white-haired old man in a suit and tie was walking slowly towards the wealthy area with a beautiful blonde girl in his arms, flirting with her as he walked.

As he walked through the gate, the guard looked at the old man but said nothing in the end.

After walking through the gate, the two of them arrived at a shady area. Ian took out two hundred dollars and handed it to the girl: "Thank you for your help, beautiful."

The girl blew a kiss to Ian while holding Franklin: "Next time you have something like this, remember to look for me."

After watching the girl leave, Ian took off his white wig and walked quickly towards Lilimarta's house.

Makeup is a skill that Li Yi has after his rebirth, and it has nothing to do with his predecessor. After all, his predecessor basically doesn't know anything except eating, drinking, whoring and gambling.

He soon arrived in front of a gorgeous villa. The windows were all curtained, but through the lights and shadows reflected through the curtains, he could still tell that many people were singing and dancing, and the booming music filled the sky.

There was a bodyguard at the door of the villa, and the yard was full of luxury cars.

Ian ignored it and went straight to the distribution box outside and started operating it.

A moment later, there was a snap and all the lights inside dimmed.

A string of angry curses followed.

Ian changed into his electrician's uniform and just waited quietly.

Ten minutes later, the phone rang.

It was Ron Lloyd's voice: "The car has been stopped. You can go through now. But are you sure you want to do this?"

Ian: “Of course.”

Lloyd's voice was filled with worry. "You know if they find out, they can just blow your head off... You should get someone else to do this."

Ian said calmly, "Don't worry, I can handle it. Just don't let that electrician come over."

You have to report the big news yourself, news produced by others will not increase the dissemination points.

"Don't worry, I bought him a drink as an apology for hitting his car... He's sleeping soundly now."

"Well done."

Lloyd sighed, "I feel like this isn't a reporter's job, it's an agent's job."

Ian replied, "Great journalists can do things that even secret agents can't, like the Watergate scandal."

After hanging up the phone, Ian walked towards Lilimarta's villa.

Arriving at the door, Ian said, "Selati Service Company, here to repair the circuit."

The bodyguard looked at him and nodded, "Go in."

Ian came in with his bag and began to pretend to repair the circuit.

He went to the living room, checked the wiring, and casually stuffed a miniature wireless camera between the sofas.

Then he walked out of the living room and went upstairs.

A bodyguard asked, "What are you doing upstairs?"

Ian said without even turning his head: "We have to find out where the problem is. We have to check every part of the line."

In non-professional fields, everyone is an idiot! You can only listen to what others say.

So the bodyguard could only shrug his shoulders.

Although he followed Ian diligently, it didn't take much effort to insert a small wireless camera, especially since Ian would occasionally order him around.

It didn't take much of a move to insert a few cameras, and Ian did it easily.

He walked downstairs and said, "I'll go check the distribution box."

As I was about to go out, I saw someone walking in from the door.

(End of this chapter)