American Scandal King

Chapter 312 Ran away
Corner of West 16th Avenue, New York.

Blackley bought a few hot dogs and strolled back to the nearby safe house.

When he opened the door, he saw his companions watching TV boredly.

He held a baton in his hand and a gun holster hung on the wall next to him.

Blackley came over: "Is he okay?"

The companion grinned: "Very silent."

Blackley put down the hot dog first, walked into the inner room, opened the small window on the door, and saw Saddam sitting on the cold iron bed.

There was nothing on the bed, not even bedding or sheets, because they were afraid he would commit suicide.

Saddam should have been imprisoned, but New York prisons are not suitable for holding such people.

The United States does not have a special prison for political prisoners, nor does it have a prison specifically prepared for the president...Putting Saddam in an ordinary prison would easily cause trouble.

There will be a lot of guys who want to taste Saddam's ass.

That would mean huge chaos and an international political scandal.

So the Americans finally chose to place him in a safe house, which was the safest way.

It will be easier after the public trial.

Seeing that Saddam was fine at this moment, Blakely closed the small window.

He said into the intercom: "What's the situation outside?"

The voice of a Secret Service agent soon came from the intercom:
"Number one is safe."

"Number two is safe."

"Number three is in the bathroom. I'm not sure if this is a good time, but I don't think anyone is going to rescue this tyrant."

Blackley said immediately, "I wish there were. Then I could watch you rush out with your bare bottom. You could poop while you're shooting and chasing, leaving a clear trail."

A burst of laughter came from the intercom.

Blackley had returned to his seat and sat down. He picked up the hot dog and offered it to the other man. He took a bite and said in confusion, "This hot dog doesn't taste right today."

The companion also took a bite and said doubtfully, "Something is indeed wrong."

He sniffed it and suddenly sneezed: "Fuck, it seems to be pepper."

Blackley smiled and said, "Maybe he wants to try something new."

As he spoke, he took the hot dogs and went out to share them with his companions outside and in the monitoring room, then came back and sat down.

I saw my companions drinking.

Blackley frowned. "No drinking during the mission, Mick."

Mick laughed. "Don't mind it, Boss. It's no big deal. You know how much I can drink. Want some?"

Blackley shook his head. "No, I don't like gin."

As he said this, he picked up a bottle of mineral water.

The two of them drank, ate hot dogs and watched TV.

Britney Spears' new song MV is playing on TV. Her voice is beautiful and the music is melodious.

Blackley said softly, "She's really beautiful, isn't she?"

Mick sat on the sofa, giggling as he watched TV: "If only I could fuck her, I'd be willing to lose ten years of my life."

Blackley shook his head slightly: "Don't even think about it, you are not Ian Karl, you are not qualified."

Mick sat up suddenly, staring at Blackley with wide eyes: "You said Ian Carr fucked Britney?"

Blackley shrugged. "That's not surprising. A man like him would have many women willing to sleep with him. Of course, I only heard about it...it's all gossip, there's no proof."

Mick muttered, "Ah, you're right. But he won't have the chance any time soon... Saddam will be happy to see Ian Carr suffer."

"Don't even think about it." Blackley shook his head. "Even if it's proven that Ian Carr took Saddam's property, he won't be in any serious trouble. At most, he'll just have to pay a sum of money. For people like them, this is the lightest punishment."

"That's right." Mick sighed.

He took another sip of his gin, then looked at Blackley questioningly: "Why do I feel a little dizzy?"

Blackley was very dissatisfied: "I told you not to drink during the mission!"

Mick was puzzled: "This shouldn't be the case. I only drank half a bottle... I wouldn't be drunk even if I drank three bottles."

He looked at Blakely, his eyes swirling.

At the same time, Blackley held his forehead, and his eyes were spinning.

He was stunned: "How could this happen? I feel a little dizzy too? Damn, I drank mineral water!" The agent's alertness instantly made him realize that something was wrong.

He immediately pulled out his gun and looked around, but no one came in.

Blackley ran to the inner room, opened the window, and saw Saddam still sitting there in a daze.

People are fine.

But why am I getting more and more dizzy...

"No!"

Blackley uttered a low cry.

He grabbed the intercom: "Rick, something's wrong, call for help immediately..."

Before he could finish his words, his vision went dark and he fell down.

Hearing the sound of falling, Saddam looked outside in surprise.

He stood up and walked to the door. Through the window, he saw Blackley lying on the ground, and the agent named Mick lying on the sofa not far away. They both had fallen asleep.

how come?
Saddam was stunned for a moment.

At that moment he instinctively realized something.

Someone is here to save me!

He was overjoyed, but he didn't see anyone appear.

Damn!

Save me quickly!

Saddam couldn't understand.

Everyone has fallen, where are the people who are saving them?

Saddam looked left and right but saw no rescuer and he was helpless.

At this moment, he suddenly saw the key on Blackley's waist move and fall off by itself.

key!!!

Saddam was overjoyed.

There was nothing in the room, but fortunately Saddam still had his belt.

He quickly took off his belt, leaned out of the window, and tried to hook the key.

To be honest, it’s hard!

But a miracle happened.

The belt fell on the key and actually got into the key ring, getting stuck on it.

Saddam carefully picked up the key by the belt.

The key was dangling in the air, and Saddam was frightened. He must not let it fall.

God bless Saddam.

The key kept rising into the air and never fell. Saddam took it, stretched out his arm, and opened the door from the outside.

Click.

The door opened.

Saddam pushed the door open, feeling extremely excited.

He bent down and took the guns from the two agents, then walked out.

After leaving the room, he saw several agents sleeping outside, and there were also agents lying down in the garden outside.

Saddam opened the door to the next room and saw that an agent in the monitoring room had already fallen asleep.

He knew it was definitely not a coincidence, someone had saved him.

But he couldn't understand why the rescuer didn't show up.

Without time to think about it, Saddam quickly picked up the agents' bullets, took some cash from them, and walked out.

Suddenly realizing something, Saddam turned around and saw a hoodie hanging on a clothes rack not far away.

Saddam quickly took it off and put it on, covering himself with the hood of his hoodie, and then took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on himself. He hurried out and soon disappeared into the night.

(End of this chapter)