American Scandal King

Chapter 68 Greetings from the Cripple Gang

Today, as usual, Ian went to Gaskell's.

Gaskell is not at home today, and Ian went to see Lena.

After a long period of intimacy, seeing that time was running out, Ian said goodbye and went home.

Lena gave him a long kiss reluctantly: "You can live here, Gaskell won't mind."

Ian smiled and hugged Lena: "No, Lena, I can't do this, even if he doesn't mind. I like you, but I also respect Gaskell."

Lian Na hummed softly and said, "Then come over tomorrow at noon. He's not at home."

"Okay, baby." Ian kissed Lena's red and tender lips, put on his clothes and left.

After leaving Gaskell's residence, Ian drove back.

As I was driving, I saw a large truck blocking the road ahead.

At the same time, a car from behind hit the back of his car, and two cars appeared on both sides at the same time, completely trapping him.

Ian knew something was wrong and rushed to get the gun from the car.

Just as he opened the hatch, several people jumped out of the car next to him. One of them pointed a gun at him: "You'd better not touch that thing, man! I know you can shoot, but we are not those kind of street thugs."

Ian slowly withdrew his hand.

He raised his hands to show he had no gun.

A strong man opened the car door viciously, pulled Ian out of the car, and pushed him into the car next to it.

After getting into the car, Ian saw a bald black man sitting in front of him. He was wearing a black suit and holding a walking stick in his hand. He was looking at him with a cold expression. Next to him was a bodyguard sitting, staring at him with a gun.

Ian's face was calm: "Mr. Kreps? Are you here to see me about Charlie Mills?"

Kreps, the leader of the Crips.

Kreps chuckled. "If I wanted to do something for that jerk, I would have come to you four months ago."

As he spoke, he waved his hand and the car slowly moved forward.

Ian remained expressionless and looked at the other person coldly.

Kreps took the laptop, opened it and handed it to Ian. The file on it was about Ian killing four gunmen in the motel.

Why is he showing this to me?
Ian looked at Kreps in surprise and confusion.

Kreps said, "You did it, didn't you?"

Ian shrugged: "Everyone knows it, and it's not against the law."

Kreps laughed. "Who the hell cares about the law? That's not the point!"

He pointed to one of the photos, where the body of a gunman lay.

Kreps said, "This guy's called Bill. He's not very talented. He's a small-time thug from Oakland. But he's lucky because he has a nice sister. She's very beautiful."

There are really a lot of people named Bill.

Ian looked at Kreps without saying anything.

Kreps said, "Three days ago, his sister married Kemble. Do you know this man?"

Ian shook his head slightly.

Kreps said, "Oakland killed Bates' boss."

Kill Bates is the name of a gang. Don’t ask why it is called this. There are all kinds of messed up names for gangs of all sizes in the United States.

Don't be fooled by the name of Kill Bates, they are very powerful. They have close ties with the famous Canadian Hell's Angels.

So after hearing the name of Killer Bates, Ian understood: "That woman instigated Kemble to seek revenge on me, and then Kemble came after you?"

Kreps chuckled. "Even though we offend a lot of people in this line of work, we still have friends." Ian smiled. "That's funny. The same goes for the media."

Kreps looked a little surprised: "Aren't you afraid?"

Ian sighed and said, "I really want to pretend to be someone I'd be afraid of, but that's definitely not true. After all, in the video, I'm fighting four gunmen alone. Not long ago, I was a reporter who killed two robbers. I can't let my image fall apart!"

Looking at Ian in surprise, Kreps suddenly burst into laughter. "Interesting. Did you hear that, Tyr? I like this guy. He's perfect for our job. He's naturally fearless!"

The black bodyguard beside him also laughed, as if the gangsters had more prospects than the newspaper owner.

Then Kreps put away his smile, looked at Ian, and said, "There's another reason why I'm willing to help. I heard that you have a reporter named Butterfly. He's very capable. He was at the scene of the Danny Koskerry incident last time, so he knew about the missing five kilograms of flour."

Ian replied: "It's just through some gossip. After all, many people know about it."

"But he seems to be a very good prying man, and I want to meet him."

Ian was speechless: "For those drugs?"

Kreps replied: "No, I'm not going to look for the ones that are already on the police list. I just want to know what happened that day. What the hell is MS13 doing?"

Ian shook his head. "I was the only one who contacted Butterfly. He didn't tell me his identity, so I don't know the specifics either... Reporters will look for some information, but they won't pursue everything, especially people like you. Our expectations of you are only the most superficial."

"But you have his phone number."

"If you're willing to let me go, I don't mind betraying him. The problem is, you're not going to let me go anyway!"

Kreps smiled. "No, whether I let you go or not is Kemble's business. It has nothing to do with me. His men are coming, and I will hand you over to them. I am not worried that you won't tell them, because you will soon find out that there are many things more terrible than death!"

As they spoke, they had arrived at Michel Street.

The car stopped at Kreps' residence, and Tyr's bodyguard carried Ian into the house.

Several gunmen took Ian to the basement.

When he arrived in the basement, Ian saw that it was a torture chamber.

Under the dim light, the shelves were filled with various torture instruments.

Tyr cheerfully took out an iron hook and said to Ian, "I like hooks. They call me Iron Hook. Do you know why? Because when it cuts open your stomach, you won't die immediately. You'll watch your own organs flow out. Your eyes will be filled with fear, and you'll wail loudly... That sound is beautiful."

Ian looked at the other person calmly.

Now there are three people besides himself, two are responsible for execution and one is guarding the door.

But the worst mistake they made was that they didn't tie themselves up.

But it is not surprising that the vast majority of people have no will to resist in this situation, let alone the ability to resist.

Ian said, "You won't use this, because I'll still die. Your boss said he'd hand me over, so... let's try a different torture device."

The other party was even more surprised: "Ha, that's interesting."

As he spoke, he picked up an iron skewer from the table beside him and said, "This won't kill you, but I guarantee it will hurt."

Ian smiled: "How about I give you a suggestion."

Tyr smiled at him: "What?"

Ian said, "If you kill your companions and let me go, I can give you a million! Taking this money and leaving Los Angeles is better than working for the gangs, isn't it?"

Tyr laughed: "That's not a good idea."

A few tears came out of Ian's left eye: "I'm not talking to you either."

Tyr was startled and suddenly felt something. He turned around in surprise and saw his companion behind him holding an iron stick and stabbing it into his throat, with excitement flashing in his eyes.

Unfortunately, I don’t have a camera with me.

Ian felt helpless and sighed as if he had missed out on a wonderful scene.

(End of this chapter)