American Scandal King

Chapter 35: Burning Torch

night.

Ian drove the newspaper's editing car and went out with a camera.

Ian drove the car to the vicinity of Tarrant Street, stopped the car at the intersection, looked around and confirmed that there was no surveillance here.

I looked at the house opposite through perspective. It was Garrick's residence.

There was no one in the house.

It was late at night and there was no one else on the road.

Ian came to Garrick's house carrying a tank of gasoline.

He took out a piece of wire, inserted it into the keyhole and turned it gently.

For the second copy ability, he chose lock picking!
It has to be admitted that this is a skill that is extremely helpful for secret work. For this reason, Ian specially went to see an excellent locksmith who was said to be able to open safes.

It turns out that your own level has nothing to do with the level of the copy target, but only with your own copy level.

Now Ian can only open ordinary locks, and it is impossible for him to open safes - but with the help of X-ray vision, some safes may be opened, but the metal consumption of X-ray vision is too large.

It doesn’t matter, it’s enough. I don’t plan to break into the safe anyway.

Opening the door easily, Ian began to set up.

He quickly finished everything, closed the door, went out, returned to the car, and waited quietly while smoking a cigar.

At one o'clock in the morning, Garrick finally came back.

He hummed a happy song, took off his coat, and then habitually opened the refrigerator to get some wine and turned on the TV to watch TV.

As a gangster, one o'clock in the morning is far from their sleeping time.

While watching TV, the lights in the room flickered on and off.

Garrick looked around in confusion, looking at the flickering light and shadows, a little angry: "Damn the power company, their voltage is really terrible."

At this moment, he frowned, sniffed the air, and wondered, "What's that smell?"

Garrick got up and followed the smell to the kitchen, pushing open the kitchen door.

boom!
A bucket of gasoline was poured over his head.

"Fuck!" Garrick cursed.

As an experienced gangster, Garrick instantly realized that something was wrong.

He quickly took out the gun from his waist and looked around nervously.

Not far away, an electric wire was flashing with sparks.

"No!" Garrick cried out in horror.

It was completely instinctive. Garrick threw the mop next to him over and covered the wire.

The wires jumped a few times, and Garrick's heart was in his throat.

But at this moment, the room suddenly went dark.

The power is out.

"Huh!" Garrick breathed a sigh of relief.

Just when he was rejoicing that he had escaped, there was a soft bang and the window next to him opened.

Garrick turned and looked.

Then he saw a spark flying outside the window.

It was a cigar flipping in the air, cutting through the darkness with graceful light and shadow, and falling down.

boom!
A raging flame rose up.

It turns out that it is not so easy to create a natural fire by combining electrical circuits with gasoline.

Ian is not the God of Death, so he can't do those fancy operations.

At least not now.

Compared to gasoline, gas explosions are actually simpler.

But firstly, that would hurt innocent people, and secondly, it would not meet Ian's journalistic needs.

At this moment, he threw away his cigar, then quickly returned to the car and picked up the camera. At the same time, a flame shot up into the sky from inside Garrick's house.

Ian rushed over carrying a camera, kicked the door open, and pointed the camera inside the house: "Sir, are you okay?"

Then Garrick was seen rushing out covered in flames.

Ian filmed Garrick while steadily backing away and said into the microphone, "This is Ian Carr, a reporter from the Los Angeles Herald. I'm witnessing a self-immolation incident. Let's interview the victims first."

As he spoke, he pointed the microphone at Garrick, who was rushing towards him. "Sir, may I ask what caused this fire? Was it your improper operation? Or was it a short circuit in the wires? Or was it something else? What do you think about this?"

Garrick's body was ablaze with flames, and he screamed frantically, "Save me!"

He lunged at Ian.

Ian put the microphone back and quickly retreated, holding the camera. "As we can see, this gentleman's life seems to be in danger. I don't think he can hold on for much longer."

Dodging Garrick's attack, he pointed the microphone at Garrick again: "Aren't you going to say something to the public at the last moment, sir?"

"No!!!!" Garrick cried out in despair.

Ian shook his head regretfully: "He doesn't look like he wants to talk to me much."

Garrick screamed frantically, "Save me! Save me!"

Ian said calmly, "Sir, please calm down. We need to find the root cause of your incident to prevent other similar mishaps. Although your experience is painful, it will serve as a reminder to the public not to play with fire in the future. You may even save countless lives!"

Garrick looked at Ian desperately.

The flames consumed his life, leaving him without the strength to move.

He fell to the ground, crawled forward, and reached out to Ian.

For a moment, Ian wanted to take out his cigar and light it with the help of the flame on his body.

But firstly, he was not sure whether this guy still had the ability to catch him, and secondly, that would make him seem too cruel.

I still have a bottom line.

So he refrained from doing so.

Pointing the camera at Garrick, he continued to film calmly: "Cherish the last of your life."

Garrick used up his last bit of strength: "It's you...it's you who did it..."

Ian sighed: "Edited news is no longer original... You shouldn't say that."

He continued to step back, looking at the other person calmly and coldly.

It was only then that someone finally noticed what was happening.

The lights in the nearby houses lit up one after another, and people poured out of their houses to look at the fire man Garrick who was wailing and screaming on the street.

People exclaimed:

"Oh my God! It's Garrick!"

"Is it that annoying guy? What happened to him?"

"Can't you see? He's carbonizing."

"That doesn't look bad."

Ian chuckled: "You're really not that popular, Mr. Garrick."

Garrick had turned from a white man into a black man, and his whole body was scorching.

Ian put the camera aside, picked it up and began filming Garrick, saying as he did so, "Can I see the footage, sir?"

Garrick was not yet dead. The flames had blinded his eyes, but he was still trying to reach out.

Like a torch!
"This action is good, people will like this picture. Can you smile? Say eggplant! Very good! I will just think you are smiling." Ian quickly pressed the shutter and took a series of pictures of the posture in the flames.

There are also those who have an overflowing sense of justice.

A young man rushed over with a fire extinguisher and pounced on Garrick, yelling at him, "Damn it, what are you doing? Help!"

Ian said generously that he didn't care about his attitude.

He stepped aside and continued filming the rescuer.

His focused gaze demonstrates the absolute professionalism of an excellent journalist.

(End of this chapter)