American Scandal King

Chapter 79: Speedy Interview (Part )
Nowadays.

Los Angeles Herald offices.

Ian was working in his office when the phone suddenly rang.

It's Kreps.

Ian took it: "What is it?"

Rick Rips said in a low voice on the phone: "A few guys bought some guns from me yesterday, as well as grenades and bulletproof vests."

Hearing the word bulletproof vest, Ian raised his brows slightly.

This is going to be a big deal.

Leaning back in his boss's chair, he thought for a moment and said to the phone, "Do you know where this person is from?"

"I don't know. It's probably a wandering ghost from outside. Locals usually don't act like this. We have our own business."

Well, yes, you guys are in charge of the place, collecting protection money, drug trafficking, and engaging in the pornographic business, etc. There is really no need to make a big incident. If there is to be a big incident, it is just a fight to grab territory.

"Is there any specific news about them?" Ian asked.

"They asked us to help find a delivery person to pick them up in front of the Palos Bank on Beagle Street at 3 p.m."

"Wow," Ian whistled. "Nice job, Kreps. I'm very pleased with your work. Who did you find for them?"

"Brydeson, a retired racing driver."

Ian was stunned.

Isn't this a very human trafficking plot?

A bank robber hires a professional speed racer to get him away?

interesting!
I like!
Ian said quickly, "Find me one too. Someone with decent skills. Meet me at the door of my newspaper office at two o'clock."

"Ok."

After hanging up the phone, Ian quickly dialed the number: "Phili, wait for me at the door of the newspaper office at 2 pm on time. This time it will be bigger."

"Okay, boss." In the rental house, Filileso put down the phone expressionlessly.

He picked up the camera and wiped it gently, as if he were wiping a beloved gun.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Leso arrived at the door of the newspaper office and saw an open-top SUV parked there.

A man in his thirties was sitting in the driver's seat, and Ian was sitting in the passenger seat.

Looking at Leso, Ian pointed to the back row and said, "You'll be in charge of filming later. This time it's a live broadcast."

Leso got in the car, picked up the camera and started shooting, casually asking, "What will it be?"

Ian replied: "Gun fights, car races, highway chases."

Leso was surprised: "It's so big? You're going too?"

Ian nodded: "Of course, we will become best partners in the future."

Leso hummed softly.

Best partner, Butterfly!

The once hopeless life finally burst into new brilliance at this moment.

........................

Billy Street, Palos Bank.

After the SUV stopped nearby, the people in the car fell silent.

The driver was named Balaster, a retired racing athlete, but he didn't make much of a name for himself, so after retiring he joined the gang and specialized in delivering goods for the Crips.

This guy, also black and a bit of a mouthful, sat there and said, "I know Brydeson. He's a nasty guy. If you're willing, boss, I promise I can catch up to him and knock him over."

Ian said: "That's not your job, nor is it my need."

Balaster sighed, "That's such a shame. By the way, Boss, they won't be here until three o'clock, and there's still half an hour left. Do you want to listen to some music?"

"unnecessary."

"How about something to eat?"

"unnecessary."

As Ian spoke, he took out the monitor and placed it on his legs, and began to use the silk thread to remotely control the camera he had previously placed in the bank.

As long as the line is continuous, the loss will not be great.

Balaster came over curiously. "Huh? This is inside a bank? The camera is moving? Boss, how did you do that? Is there a slide underneath?"

Ian looked up at him, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction.

Balaster smiled and said, "I just wanted to provide you with some service." Ian said coldly, "The best service you can provide is to shut up immediately and turn your head away!"

Balaster turned around helplessly: "Okay, Kreps said he would follow your arrangements... I'm not afraid of Kreps, but..."

"Shut up!" Ian roared.

Damn, next time I'll have Kreps assign someone who's less talkative.

Black people just rap!

The miniature camera rolled gently in the corner, focusing its view on various parts of the business hall.

After locking the position, Ian waited quietly.

Time passed quickly and soon it was 2:55.

Not far away, a car stopped in front of the Palos Bank and three masked men got out of the car.

They rushed straight into the bank with guns in their hands and bags on their backs.

Seeing this scene, the experienced staff and cash withdrawal personnel all faced the wall and squatted down with their heads in their hands.

You don’t even have to shout!

Perhaps because he hated this tacit understanding, one of the gangsters shot at a security guard immediately after rushing into the bank, shouting: "Everyone get down! Put your hands on your head! Money belongs to the country, life belongs to you!"

Bullshit!

This is a private bank!

Following the shout, three gangsters rushed over, grabbed a bank manager and shouted, "Open the safe!"

The bank manager trembled and said, "Yes, sir, but there is not much money in it."

"Shut up and open the safe immediately!" The leading gangster had already taken the bank manager over. The other two gangsters, one was guarding the hostage, while the other rushed to the counter and started withdrawing cash.

The gangster in charge of guarding the hostages kept checking the clock, shouting, "Three minutes left...two minutes! Lyle, you better hurry!"

"Shut up and don't call my name, you damn idiot!" The bandit leader shouted from the safe.

The timekeeper had some quick wit: "It's a fake name anyway!"

Everyone: "..."

The robbers in the bank were still frantically stealing money.

Outside, Ian, Balaster and Leso were watching the surveillance camera.

Ian shook his head slightly. "A bunch of idiots. There's not much money in that safe. Instead of robbing the safe, they might as well rob the guests' safes. If they just pry open some of them, they might get a huge fortune."

Balaster was surprised: "You mean there is more value there?"

Ian nodded. "Of course, but it's not just money. More importantly, it's all kinds of documents, bearer bonds, etc. If you're lucky, you might get some diamond jewelry, all high-end stuff."

Balaster tutted his words and shook his head: "With little education, he wouldn't even know how to rob."

Then his eyes lit up: "Look, it's Bridson, he's here!"

In the distance, a black car was parked at the door. Sitting in the driver's seat was a bald white man who was also wearing a hood, which he had not taken off yet.

His face was silent, his eyes were cold, and he looked very serious.

Ian asked, "He doesn't like to talk much?"

Balaster nodded repeatedly: "Yes, this guy is a dull guy."

"I really should have him serve me and you sit over there," Ian sighed.

Balaster knew what to do and kept quiet.

At this moment, the person inside shouted: "The bus is here, ten seconds left, let's go!"

The two gangsters inside rushed out with bags on their backs.

The three of them rushed towards the black car, and the next moment the car shot out like an arrow.

At the same time, Balaster had already started the car and was chasing closely, and Leso was even holding a camera and pointing it forward.

"Give me the camera." Ian put away the monitor, took out the microphone and said to the camera, "This is WND News Network reporting live. Just now, a robbery occurred at the Palos Bank. Three robbers robbed the bank and left in a black car, which is the one in front of us now. Camera..."

Leso was still a little inexperienced, but with Ian's reminder, he aimed at the black vehicle in front in time.

Ian continued, "It's the black Mercedes in front."

Balaster excitedly said, "It's been modified, with nitrogen boost at the back, so it's quite powerful!"

Ian looked at him coldly, you talk too much!

Balaster knew what to do and kept quiet.

(End of this chapter)