American Scandal King

Chapter 28 Please trouble me at another time

Back in the office, Ian looked into his eyes.

The left eye's points have increased to 334, and the second copy ability appears.

With the celebrity effect, Sanfei, and the follow-up to the Blazer incident, it is estimated that there will be a slight increase in the future.

I'll post some news about my relationship with Kate Beckinsale later, which should improve the experience a bit. The only regret is that I can't post nude photos.

Ian felt ashamed that I wasn't dedicated enough and couldn't completely sacrifice myself - a true god-level reporter should be able to hang himself on the pillar of shame!

Just then, Lloyd said, "Congressman Brand is here."

Ian nodded: "Please ask him to come in."

City Councilman Rell Brand is a handsome middle-aged man wearing a well-tailored suit and with sleek hair.

Those who play the election game must pay attention to their image. You can't be too extravagant, but you can't be too cheap either. You can't be tasteless, and you can't be too rude.

People are visual animals. They only want to believe what they want to believe. If you are sloppy, they will instinctively dislike you. If they have to find excuses, they will say that you can't even manage yourself, so how can you manage a city or even a country?
It's a ridiculous reason, the key is that the person who said it believes it.

Therefore, most American politicians are middle-aged handsome men, and even fat ones do not look so greasy.

Sitting across from Ian at this moment, looking at the photo in his hand, Congressman Brand frowned and said: "Those bodyguards are useless."

He seemed calm.

A good politician is usually also a good negotiator. No matter how hysterically angry they are in private, they always appear calm on the surface.

Ian smiled and said, "First of all, I need to make one thing clear... I'm not coming at you, Mr. Councillor."

The councillor sighed, "I understand. After all, it's at Marta's house."

Then he looked at Ian: "What do you want?"

Ian replied: "Friend. Just want to make friends with you."

Brand smiled contemptuously: "No one makes friends this way."

Ian replied: "Everything is a matter of chance. At least now, I am trying to make up for it. I gave you all the photos."

Congressman Brand laughed and said, "The question is, how can I believe that you didn't keep any negatives?"

Ian spread his hands. "You see, that's the problem. Even if I swear to God that I deleted all the negatives, you still wouldn't believe it, right? I mean, even if I burned down my house and this newspaper, you still wouldn't believe it. In fact, ever since I got these things, I have no way to prove that I didn't keep any records, but there is no need."

Brand chuckled softly. "You're right. There's no need for proof. As long as we're friends, that's all. So, what do you want as a friend?"

Ian spread his hands: "More friends."

Councilman Brand chuckled. "That doesn't sound too difficult."

He took out a lighter and burned the photos one by one, saying casually, "I accept your friendship. I often hold some banquets regularly. Would you like to attend?"

Ian smiled. "That's great. Do you need a gift?"

Councilman Brand had already stood up: "No need, especially cameras and bugs."

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Five p.m.

Ian saw that the work was almost done and prepared to leave.

He went to the window, looked down out of habit, and then frowned.

After thinking for a moment, he walked out of the office and called out, "Bill!"

A young editor came over and said, "Boss, I'm here."

Ian beckoned him over and whispered a few instructions. Bill nodded, "Okay, boss."

After giving instructions to his men, he leisurely walked out of the newspaper office.

Not long after walking out, a black Cadillac stopped next to Ian.

Two big black men got out of the car, and one of them pointed a gun at Ian's back: "Our boss wants to talk to you, Mr. Carl."

After getting in the car, Ian saw a big black man sitting in it.

His face was a little flat, as if he had landed face first when he was born, but his eyes were full of ferocity and cruelty.

The boss of MS13, Mad Git.

You can tell what kind of person this is from the nickname.

Seeing Ian come in, Kit grinned and said, "Ian Carl?"

Ian nodded, "Yes, Mr. Kit."

"You know me?" Kit looked at him in surprise.

Ian spread his hands and said, "You are not an unknown person, sir. Besides, I personally participated in and reported the Riverside Villa shooting. I thought you should have come to me earlier."

This made Kit laugh.

Kit looked at him and smiled. "That's part of the reason, but not all."

Ian smiled: "In that case, what other reasons are there?"

"Charlie Mills," said Kit, "I asked him to do a little job for me."

Ian suddenly realized: "That producer couple?"

Kit nodded slightly. "Did he say anything to you?"

Ian smiled and shook his head: "Did you see the news? In that situation, the only thing I wanted to do was stab him to death. Saying one more word would be irresponsible to my survival."

Kit grinned, "I thought so too. The question is, did you get anything out of Charlie Mills?"

Ian shook his head. "No. If I get any important information, I usually either have a good chat with the person involved or just reveal it directly."

Ian really didn't get anything special, this was a bit of an unexpected disaster.

Kit frowned slightly. "I believe you, but I don't like the answer. Perhaps you should do something to satisfy me."

What the hell do you want?
Want me to zip up your pants?

Ian took a long breath.

Then he chuckled and said, "I suggest you find another time to settle this. Today won't do it."

what?
Kit was stunned.

Ian turned and pointed behind him: "See that building? The third-floor window."

Kit turned his head and looked out the rear window of the car. He saw a man on the third floor holding a camera and pointing it at them.

Kit was stunned.

Ian said, "My man. He didn't have a gun, but sometimes a camera is more useful than a gun. Ian Carr got into Mr. Jeter's car, and the next day his body was found in a ditch? You wouldn't want my death to be linked to you, would you? How about threatening me at a different time? At least let my men film me getting out of your car safely?"

He spread his hands: "You have plenty of opportunities to threaten my life."

(End of this chapter)