American Scandal King

Chapter 65 Now I am in control of you
"If I were you, I would fight him to the death."

Ian's words trembled in Burnell's heart like the devil's whisper.

At the same time, Ian felt a sharp pain in his left eye.

You are such a loser, you have absolutely no fighting spirit!
Fortunately, the hypnosis was successful after all. Bernell's heart was trembling. At this moment, he had no fear, only anger and hatred!

Damn bastard!
You actually want to take advantage of me!
Do not!
Burnell suddenly turned his head and glared at the big man fiercely, with murderous intent rising in his heart.

He yelled, "Die!"

Picking up a steel pipe nearby, Bernell hit Bartram with it.

Bartram had not expected that Burnell would attack him. He was hit on the head and his vision went dark.

"Fuck!" he yelled. "You damn bastard!"

Then he swung the steel pipe down, knocking Bernell's pipe away, and punched Bernell.

Burnell cried out, "My teeth...you bastard."

Bartram walked over with a smirk and grabbed Burnell: "You..."

flutter!
A knife was thrust into Bartram's stomach, and he looked at Burnell in surprise.

Careless!

I didn't expect this guy to bring a knife.

Then he pounced forward and grabbed Burnell's throat. In panic, Burnell forgot to continue stabbing. He struggled desperately and shouted: "Yata... Help me!"

The girl was also stunned when she saw this scene. She instinctively picked up the steel pipe, but didn't know who to help.

Bartram had already begun to roar: "Fuck, woman, help me kill him! I'll give you half the money!"

Burnell also shouted: "Help me, help me! For the sake of our friendship!"

The girl looked around, feeling torn.

Ian on the side whispered, "Do you think you can cooperate with Burnell or with this big guy? Who do you control?"

Eyes twinkling.

Yata suddenly understood.

If the big guy wins, he won't give himself much money.

Thinking of this, she raised the steel rod and hit Bartram on the back of the head.

When the stick hit him, Bartram's eyes went dark.

His hand loosened, and at the same time, Bernell came to his senses, grabbed the handle of the knife and pulled it out violently, then stabbed it again, and blood spurted all over his body.

Then came another knife, this time piercing Bartram's neck directly.

The big guy fell down, covering his wound, his eyes full of disbelief.

Bang!
With a crisp sound, the knife fell to the ground.

Burnell muttered to himself in horror: "I've killed someone! I've killed someone!"

Ian stood in the darkness nearby, and a devilish laugh came from his lips: "Nail him to the steel bars."

what?
Burnell and Yatta looked at Ian in horror at the same time.

Ian said softly, "Make it look like you fell from a height and got stuck on the steel bars. That way it will be an accident and no police will pursue you."

Burnell suddenly realized what was happening and shouted, "Come and help me!"

Two men carried Bartram's body to the steel bars below the construction site and nailed his body down along the wound.

"Is this okay?" Yata asked in horror.

Burnell looked at Ian.

Ian smiled and said, "Let's do some more work upstairs. Since he slipped, we need to use some supplies. We also need to clean up the blood on the ground."

Burnell came to his senses and began to fake the scene according to Ian's instructions.

After a round of on-site fabrication, both of them were exhausted and out of breath.

However, in Ian's opinion, the scene was not well faked. If the police came, they would be able to find the problem if they were more careful.

Burnell patted his chest and said, "Thanks, brother. In consideration of your… huh… advice… I can only ask you for three thousand… five thousand."

No answer. Burnell looked at Ian.

He was just standing in the dark, fiddling with something?
Burnell took a few steps forward and saw that Ian was holding a camera.

Burnell was stunned: "What are you doing with your camera? Oh my God, you filmed everything?"

"It's my professional habit. I always carry a camera wherever I go," Ian answered casually.

Then he smiled slightly and looked at the two of them: "It seems that I have grasped your secret this time?"

Burnell was stunned, and Yata was already shouting, "I didn't kill anyone."

Ian shook his head. "You hit that bastard on the head and helped him fake the scene. You're an accomplice. Believe me, this will definitely be longer than what I'll go to jail for. After all, I didn't know your age when I fucked you. The key is that I have money and can afford a good lawyer, but you can't."

"Fuck, Ian Carr, you can't do this to me!" Burnell rushed over.

Ian put away his camera, picked up a steel pipe and smashed it at Burnell. Burnell, who was already exhausted, was knocked to the ground by him.

He weighed the steel pipe in his hand and said coldly, "Look at it from a bright side, at least you solved the debt problem!"

As he said this, he smashed down with another steel pipe.

boom!
boom!
boom!
The little girl next to him was stunned by the bloody scene.

Burnell was beaten to a bloody mess and unable to get up. Ian put away the steel pipe and looked at Yata. He said coldly: "Kill him. Think about it... It's better to kill than to be killed!"

The little girl stared at Ian.

Ian smiled: "Don't worry, as long as you listen to me, I won't do anything to you."

He lifted the girl's chin and said, "There may be some business partners who need you to accompany them in the future. I will give you money, and you will earn more than before. Anyway, this is what you do."

A qualified businessman should not only be able to produce goods, but also be able to create markets.

A woman of his own can help him do many things. Maybe it's not something big, but it can be used as a daily supplement, or... a good tool for making friends!

This girl is not very pretty, but her young age is her advantage, and many people like this.

The girl took a long breath, then fiercely thrust the steel pipe into Burnell's throat. She yelled at Ian, "It can't be less than three hundred dollars each time!"

Ian smiled slightly: "I'll give you five hundred."

………………

Although what happened tonight was considered news, it was a pity that he couldn't break the news, which made Ian feel a little regretful.

Fortunately, it’s not any valuable news.

After collecting the equipment and letting Yata leave, Ian walked out of the construction site and headed towards his car.

It was dark at night and the Porsche was parked alone in the open space.

Ian had just reached the car when two young men in baseball uniforms and felt hats suddenly rushed over from behind, pointing their guns at Ian's waist. "You know what this is, right? Behave yourself."

Ian didn't move, his back to the other person, just laughed softly: "It's twelve o'clock in the evening."

Ok?
The two young men were stunned.

Ian slowly raised his hand, placed the camera on the car, and pointed the lens towards this side.

Then he said: "In the United States, it's actually very easy to experience violence. All you have to do is go to a place with few people at midnight and walk around."

The young man who was pointing the gun at Ian laughed: "Ah! You're right. Now you feel it."

As he spoke, he punched Ian in the back fiercely, causing him to stumble forward and fall flat on the car. Another young man took the opportunity to search him, took out his wallet, looked at it, and cursed, "Fuck, there's only a few hundred dollars."

"Not bad." Ian lay on the car and turned on the camera with a silk thread: "Who would have the leisure to take a few thousand dollars out on the street for no reason?"

The young man pointing the gun at Ian asked in confusion: "You don't look scared?"

Ian smiled.

He calmly replied, "Why should I be afraid? This is a good thing for me. After all, I just lost a piece of news that I could report, and I'm glad to have picked up another one."

These words startled the two young men.

"Are you a reporter?" one of the robbers asked.

"Hmm." Ian responded with a smile.

You don’t even know me?

I hate people who don't watch the news!
(End of this chapter)