American Scandal King

Chapter 69 Massacre

Chapter 69 Massacre
"Ouch!" Tyr screamed in pain. At the same time, Ian quickly snatched the stick from his hand and stabbed it hard into his eye socket.

The pain was so great that Tyr let out another heart-wrenching cry.

Ian laughed and said, "You're right, it really hurts!"

The thugs at the door turned around in surprise and saw a shocking scene.

The thug who pierced Tyr with the iron stick pulled out a gun and shot the thug twice, killing him.

He said to Ian, "You should have covered his mouth. We are in trouble now. There are a lot of people outside."

"No trouble, give me the gun." Ian took the gun from him.

The thug was stunned: "What are you going to do?"

Ian shot him in the head.

The gunman fell down with his eyes wide open.

Ian smiled: "Don't worry, I never break my promise. I will burn a check for one million for you."

Then he walked towards the stairs.

The gunshots had obviously alarmed the people upstairs. A group of thugs were rushing over. Someone standing at the stairs shouted, "What happened? There's no need to use guns."

Ian raised his hand and fired a shot, and the thug fell down.

My marksmanship really worked.

"It's necessary." He smiled.

Everyone was shocked at the same time, but they were no rookies and immediately opened fire wildly at the corridor.

Ian had already dodged to the side and was just using his X-ray vision to watch the bullets in their gun barrels.

Unfortunately, these guys were much more experienced than the hotel gunman and did not do something stupid like firing all their bullets at once.

"My eyes are going to hurt again," Ian sighed.

Invisible threads connected to the guns in the hands of the gunmen, gently pulling the safety.

At the same time he walked towards the stairs.

Several gunmen appeared at the same time and shot at Ian, but were shocked to find that they could not fire.

He looked at the gun in his hand in surprise.

After just a moment of daze, Ian raised his hand and fired. The roaring bullets hit everyone and several gunmen fell to the ground.

One of the gunmen noticed in time that the safety was off and turned it back on.

Ian didn't have enough experience in using silk threads, and he didn't retract them in time. As a result, one of the threads broke, causing pain in his right eye.

"Fuck!" He closed his right eye, endured the pain and rushed out cursing, shooting wildly at the other two gunmen at the stairs, knocking them all down.

Then he changed his gun and continued moving forward.

"Kill him!" Kreps shouted from not far away.

It seemed they realized what was happening.

Ian walked to a door with a sneer and fired continuously at it. The gunman behind the door fell down and blood gushed out from the gap in the door.

Ian walked out gracefully, stepped over the corpses on the ground, stepped on the bloody mud, and walked towards Kreps' study.

He stopped at the wall next to the door and said, "Kreps, I know you're in there, and there are three of them, with guns pointed at the door, and you're shaking."

Bang bang bang!

There was a continuous burst of gunfire.

Ian felt the bullets pierce the wooden door beside him, then calmly lit a cigarette and said, "Put down your weapon. I won't kill you."

This time it's the truth.

Kill one boss and another will soon appear.

Better keep it for yourself!
"I won't believe you!" Kreps shouted.

Ian shook his head slightly and whispered to himself, "You shouldn't be hiding in a study, especially one with windows."

He turned and walked out of the villa, went around the villa, came to the side, stood under the outer window, and Ian raised his hand and fired.

After two shots, Kreps' two bodyguards were shot in the back of the head and fell down.

Kreps yelled and turned to shoot, but Ian had already hidden behind the wall: "I'm giving you one last chance. Put down your weapon and I won't kill you. You still have three bullets. You can't stop me."

what?
How would he know how many bullets I had left?

Kreps was horrified.

Although experienced veterans can judge the remaining bullets of the opponent by shooting, it is usually based on knowing what gun you are using and how many bullets you have.

How could he possibly know this?

Ian continued, "Oh, by the way, you still have a double-barreled shotgun on the wall, and twenty-one rounds of 7mm bullets in your drawer, but believe me, the reloading speed of that thing is too deadly, it's useless. So, giving up the weapon is your best choice. If you are obedient enough, I will give you a bright future."

After a while, there was a splashing sound in the house.

Kreps said, "I let it go."

Ian sneered: "If you lie again, I will blow your brains out. Remember, you can't fool me, because I am far more powerful than you know! You can't fool a reporter's insight! "Fuck!
Is the reporter's insight really that amazing?

Kreps despaired.

Ian had turned and returned to the room through the main door.

When he returned to the study door again, Kreps really put down the gun in his hand.

so horrible!

Is this bastard the devil?

Ian pushed open the door and pointed his gun at Kreps: "Very good, you made the right choice. Now tell me, when will Kemble's men arrive?"

Kreps's dark face turned a pale white. "Two more hours."

Ian said, "I'll give you twenty minutes to gather the men and clean this place up."

As he said this, he sighed and looked at the corpse on the ground.

What great news!

But in order to take down the Crips Gang, he had to give up the news.

At this moment Ian said as he sat down in Kreps's seat.

He rested his chin on his hand in thought.

He now feels that when fighting against these gangsters, relying on his sharp eyes is not enough. He needs to strengthen his training in the future, and it is best to wear a bulletproof vest when necessary.

Kreps had no choice but to use his cell phone to call for help.

Looking at the corpses outside, he was also shocked.

Many of these people had guns. He noticed that Ian was thinking, so he gently picked up one from the ground and carefully walked to the door.

But he didn't shoot. Instead, he put the gun behind his back, pretended to make a phone call, and actually stared at Ian.

He wasn't sure if Ian had noticed what he was doing. This guy was too mysterious and weird.

Until now he couldn't figure out how Ian did it.

Ian thought for a moment, then suddenly thought of something. He stood up and said, "Normally, in your line of work, there should be safes, secret vaults, and account books and documents, right? Where are they?"

Kreps, holding a pistol behind his back, said, "See that picture on the wall? There's a safe behind it."

Of course Ian knew, he just pretended not to know.

He smiled and said, "Nothing new."

He walked over, took down the picture frame, and sure enough, he saw a safe.

"Password," he said.

Kreps told him the combination and Ian began turning the dial.

At this time, his back was facing Kreps.

Kreps slowly walked over, put the muzzle of the gun to Ian's head, and said with a sinister smile: "Now what? How are you going to turn the tables?"

Ian didn't even look back and continued turning the combination dial.

Go to the last number and the safe opens.

There were some gold bars and US dollars inside, as well as some documents and bearer bonds, with a total amount of about five million.

Ian laughed. "Wow, that's right. There's a way to make money in the mafia. Gaskell said not to gamble for money, but this situation should be an exception, right? I mean, this means you get more than just money. You get power, too. Right, buddy?"

Kreps yelled, "My gun is pointed at your head!"

Ian finally turned around.

He sneered at Kreps and said, "Pull the trigger."

what?
Kreps was stunned.

As a gang leader, he certainly couldn't be without the courage to kill.

The next moment he shot at Ian, but he didn't move.

what happened?

Ian had already snatched the gun and flipped the safety on: "You didn't have the safety on, man."

This is impossible!

Kreps was horrified.

Ian shot Kreps in the thigh.

"Ah!" Kreps screamed and fell to his knees.