American Gossip King

Chapter 101 Give Me an Explanation

With Gaskell's support, things became much easier.

After discussing the preliminary plan, and seeing that time was running out, Ian walked out of the hospital and just then saw Catherine walking in.

"They've come to see Mr. Bent to learn about the case?" Ian quickly realized.

"No, I want to understand things from you," Catherine replied. "After all, he collapsed right then and there, and you witnessed the whole thing."

"But I have nothing to say, I don't know those guys," Ian said.

Catherine looked at him.

Suddenly she raised an eyebrow: "Have you contacted that Muhammad Atta?"

Ian frowned. "This is none of your business."

Catherine took a deep breath and quickly changed the subject: "Several bodies have been found in the river; they were from Mr. Bent's ambulance."

Ian gave her a cold look: "And then?"

Catherine replied, "They took a longer route, which added twenty minutes to their journey, and that could kill Mr. Bent."

"They deserve to die," Ian said coldly as he left.

Watching him get into the car, Catherine called out, "Ian Carl!"

Ian looked at him coldly.

Catherine shouted, "If you want to avenge Bent, the best way is to tell us who did it, not to do it yourself! I know you're close to Kreps!"

Do you think I would ask Kreps to help me fix MS13?

Ian smiled.

Then he replied, "No, their relationship with me is that of a news feeder."

With that, he started the car and drove away, leaving Catherine standing in the wind.

As he drove, he picked up the phone: "Kreps, how's it going?"

On the phone, Kripps replied, "I've contacted Mad Gitt and told him you need him to give you an explanation for this pub incident."

Ian asked, "What did he say?"

Kripps: "He's not going to give you any explanation. You can't blame me, boss, I told you, that Chicago bastard won't back down easily, he'd even be happy to. I guess he wants you to cause him trouble so he can regain his lost dignity by killing you... That's very important in the underworld, without authority there's no credibility, and a lot of bastards will try to challenge his authority... You know how much he hates you, honestly I'm surprised he hasn't made another move lately."

Ian sneered: "I understand. As for me, I don't want him to bow down like that either. Just have your men keep an eye on them."

Kripps asked, "What are you planning to do...?"

Ian coldly replied, "Help them get on the front page."

"Yes, boss! The Cripples Gang is at your service, including handling those difficult goods and territories," Kreps said with a broad smile.

It's a pity the boss wanted to control the pace of the news; otherwise, we could have accepted MS's territory today.

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In a small town near Boston.

A man with distinctly Middle Eastern features walked out of the house.

He looked around cautiously, got into his car, and was about to start it when he heard a loud bang and the car jolted violently.

Ata was startled. Had he been attacked?

He instinctively reached for his waist, only to realize he didn't have a gun.

Just as I was feeling a bit annoyed, I saw two people in the car that had crashed into us from behind having a heated argument.

A middle-aged man got out of the driveway and yelled, "Look what you've done! You hit someone else's car!"

The driver, a woman, retorted without any politeness, "It's all because of you! If you weren't always nagging in my ear, I wouldn't have been distracted."

"Is all you ever do, shift the blame onto others?"

Are you discriminating against women?

The two sides argued loudly like that.

Ata breathed a sigh of relief.

He pushed open the car door and walked over, saying, "Hey, have you guys had enough?"

He was stunned as he spoke; the car that hit him was actually a news van.

The middle-aged man said, "I'm so sorry, sir. My colleague was driving carelessly and hit you. But it's okay, we'll fix your car for you."

He then took out a business card and handed it to Ata: "This is my business card."

Ata took the business card and glanced at it: "WND News Network? You work there?"

The other person smiled and said, "My name is Filippo, a reporter. We're here to cover this neighborhood; we've heard it's a model community."

Ata snorted: "What's so interesting about reporting on a model neighborhood?"

The female driver exclaimed, "Life! Life is also part of the news. We can't just bring people terror, explosions, and fireworks. Sometimes we need some peaceful life too."

Ata snorted coldly and remained silent.

But he wouldn't say that. Instead, Lesotho said, "Isn't the peaceful life of Americans built on the suffering of others?"

Ata secretly praised him, thinking that what he said was absolutely right.

This greatly increased his positive feelings towards Leso.

The latest novel is first published here!

The female driver angrily said, "Leso, you're always like this! There's something wrong with your thinking, and I suspect you'll become a terrorist sooner or later! I don't want to talk to you anymore."

She started reversing as she spoke.

Leso yelled, "You'd better get someone to fix the car right now, leave the rest of the interviews to me!"

As he spoke, he picked up a camera from the car and walked over to Ata.

Ata instinctively turned his face away; he didn't want to be photographed.

Leso said, "By the way, sir, are you busy right now? I happen to need a guide; my colleague needs to handle some car repairs."

Ata shook his head: "Sorry, I don't have time to be your guide."

"But you still need to get your car fixed, right? I can pay you if you'd like."

Ata scoffed, "I don't need your money. Only faithless bastards like you would be so greedy."

Leso was overjoyed: "You think so too?"

Ata stared at him in astonishment.

Leso glanced around and whispered, "Americans have lost their faith. All they think about now is money. I want to tell them that people can't live for money alone, but it's no use!"

Ata looked at him intently, while also pondering.

As a specially trained individual, he has been preparing for a major event that is about to happen all these years, but he himself has not done anything major yet. Even though the Germans suspect him, it is only because he has been in contact with some members of the organization, but it cannot be confirmed.

To be precise, everyone involved in the upcoming major operation has a clean record; otherwise, they wouldn't be able to do this job.

So Ata thought about it carefully.

He didn't think Leso was testing him: that wasn't the style of the FBI or CIA, whose style was to break down the door, handcuff you, and take you back for interrogation.

Despite this, Ata remained wary, so he said nothing, only shaking his head: "This has nothing to do with me."

"But it's about the car," Leso laughed. "Alright, buddy, it's just an interview. If you want, I can even make you famous. Oh, did I tell you? My reporter's name is Butterfly?"

"A butterfly?" Ata exclaimed in astonishment, "You're the butterfly?"

That's quite a big name!

Leso laughed and said, "That's right, I'm dedicated to exposing the scandals of those two-faced bastards and raising the voice of justice, but unfortunately... not many people are willing to listen to me."

Ata finally became interested.

He looked at Leso: "Maybe it's because you're using the wrong method."

Leso asked in surprise, "What method do you think it should be?"

Ata chuckled: "Perhaps America needs a profound lesson to wake them up."

He shouldn't have said that. As someone who hides his true colors well, he should have kept a low profile and not easily revealed his political leanings, but he couldn't help it!

It was rare to find an American who was dissatisfied with the United States, and a famous journalist at that, which gave Ata an urge to speak out.

Leso then said softly, "That's what I think too."

Then he laughed and said, "How about we get the car fixed first?"

Ata nodded slightly: "I'll make a phone call first."

(End of this chapter)