American Gossip King

Chapter 105 I Don't Like People Talking Back

Ian in the shadows is like a grim reaper, or a performer of the death song.

He stood quietly in the corner, his mind like his hands, rapidly manipulating the targets in his field of vision.

One shot, one kill!

Ian's move was simple yet deadly. The reason the gunfire was chaotic was because the other gang members fired indiscriminately out of fear.

Bullets were flying everywhere along the block, and screams of pain echoed through the sky.

"No!"

"I can't see that guy!"

"Who exactly is attacking us?"

"Oh my god, my gun..."

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Amidst the frantic screams, the deadly gunshots continued to ring out; the only thing that determined how long Ian's life would last was his "hand speed."

Some gang members ran into the street and collapsed there, howling in pain.

Many more people lay prostrate on the ground in terror, trembling and crying out.

Finally, the gunfire stopped.

Dead people were everywhere, in the streets and in the houses.

A few people survived, mostly street prostitutes. Ian didn't kill them, but some of them were still killed by the gang's indiscriminate shooting.

The streets were now completely shrouded in darkness.

No one could see the enemy, yet the stench of blood filled the air.

After confirming that few were still alive, Ian picked up the phone and said, "Philip, you can come over now. Have Kreps send a few men to protect you."

As he spoke, he stepped out of the shadows and onto the long street.

Wearing a bowler hat and a black trench coat, Ian seemed to have stepped back into the 1920s and 30s, a time when gangs were at their most rampant.

He walked along the road, step by step, toward the residence of the madman, Git.

The gleaming leather shoes made a crisp sound on the desolate street.

Reaching the front of the house, Ian stood behind the wall, reached out and knocked on the door: "I'm coming in."

Gunfire erupted, and the already dilapidated gate was riddled with holes once again.

Ian stood behind the wall and sighed softly, "Don't be so nervous, buddy. Fear will cloud your judgment. If you've read my news reports, you'll know that those bastards at the hotel last time were killed by me because they ran out of bullets."

"Ian Karl?"

"Ian Karl!"

Both terrified and excited shouts came from inside the house at the same time.

boom!

The lights suddenly came on again, illuminating the house.

Ian slowly walked into the house and saw that the house was full of corpses.

Jitter was frantically changing his magazine, and at his feet lay several bound women, one of whom was Catherine.

To Ian's shock, two of the women who were tied up were actually...

I go!

Jessica Alba?

Amanda Seyfried?

What the hell!

What are they doing here?

They didn't experience being kidnapped in the original timeline.

Okay, it might just be minor changes.

Quickly composing himself, Ian smiled at Gitte as if he didn't recognize them.

Gitt hurriedly loaded the magazine, grabbed Catherine, and held her in front of him, shouting, "Don't come any closer, I'll kill her!"

Ian pursed his lips: "I'm not familiar with her."

Catherine looked at Ian in horror.

Did he do this?

Is it Ian Carl's doing?

Jitter shouted, "How many of you have come?"

Ian sneered dismissively, "Just me."

"This is impossible!" Jitter shouted.

Ian laughed, tilting his head back. "Ah! Here's the question. Mad Git, if you had a choice, would you rather face one guy who killed all your men, or a group of guys who killed your men? I mean, the outcome is already decided, so would you rather face one person, or a group?"

Gitte looked at Ian in horror.

Ian recognized that look; after all, Kripps had the same look back then.

But his luck was clearly no better than Kreps'.

Ian laughed. "You hurt my friend, Kit. I had Kreps message you when I thought we could talk. But you rejected my offer, so I had to find another way to meet you."

He glanced at Catherine, a smile playing on his lips: "You're always so self-righteous."

Then he looked at Catherine's genitals and frowned: "Scared yourself to death?"

Catherine roared, "It's water! It's water!"

Gitt slammed the butt of his gun into Catherine's head: "Shut up!"

Catherine fell silent in grief and indignation.

Ian chuckled: "How interesting. You're not afraid of me, but you're afraid of him, and he's afraid of me. But unfortunately, I'm not afraid of you, Miss Catherine. This doesn't make sense."

Catherine yelled, "Ian Carl, what are you trying to do?"

Ian simply looked at the camera on his chest, which was on and recording everything, but was basically useless.

Then he smiled and said, "It's nothing, I just want Mr. Gitte to pay the price for what he did."

As he spoke, he looked at Jitter: "Where's your safe? Where's all your money...?"

Gitt suddenly pointed his gun at Ian: "Die!"

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He pulled the trigger repeatedly.

But no bullets were fired from the gun.

Jitter was stunned.

How could that be?

Ian casually picked up a gun from the corpse on the ground, strode over, went straight to Gitt's side, and with the muzzle around Catherine, shot him in the arm.

"Aww!!!" Jett yelled, hugging his arms.

Ian kicked his gun away and casually said, "Why get into the habit of putting on the safety when reloading? It's not a good habit."

"I didn't!" Jitter shouted.

boom!

Another shot hit him, this time in the leg.

Ian said seriously, "I usually talk back to others, but I don't like being talked back to."

Jitter yelled, "Okay, I have it!"

He knelt on the ground, convulsing in pain.

Ian said coldly, "Then, would you please open your safe?"

Jitters entered the room wailing.

Meanwhile, Ian had already untied the women from their bonds.

The girls excitedly threw themselves into Ian's arms: "Oh my god, you saved us!"

These girls were kidnapped by gangsters from all over the world... well, basically it's like a hurricane rescue. It's a pity the girls don't have secret agent fathers, but luckily they met Ian Carl.

Looking at Ian, they were all so excited they wanted to kneel down.

Especially Jessica Alba, who is only 20 years old, but unlike Kate Beckinsale, she is already quite famous in the United States, even though she hasn't starred in the movies that made her a star yet.

At this moment, she rubbed her beautiful body against Ian frantically.

Ian tried his best to calm himself down. After countless times of seeing through the eyes of beautiful women, Ian could now control his reactions almost perfectly.

He reassured you gently, "Don't worry, you're all safe now."

I felt a little disappointed. What kind of big operation was this? I thought it was drug trafficking, but it turned out to be human trafficking.

While this was a lucrative deal for Gitt, it was worthless for Ian—he could give the drugs to Kreps, but he couldn't give them to the girls.

Uh, is my way of thinking a bit too...straight man-like when it comes to Jessica Alba and Amanda Seyfried?

While comforting the five girls, Ian glared at Catherine and said, "You ruined my plans, you damned woman."

He did not untie Catherine, leaving her as the only person still bound at the scene.

Catherine cried out, "Untie me!"

Ian shook his head slightly: "I usually talk back to others, but I don't like being talked back to."

Catherine's heart skipped a beat, and she dared not say another word.

After all, just as he said those words, Jeter was shot.

From inside the room came Jitter's shout: "It's open, you can come and get it."

Ian strolled inside.

Beside the safe, as Ian entered, Gitt suddenly pulled a gun from the safe, pointed it at Ian, and grinned maliciously, "This time I'm definitely not using insurance."

He pulled the trigger.

There was no response again.

Jett stared blankly at the gun.

Ian pointed the gun at his forehead: "Your eyesight is bad, and you have a bad memory."

A bullet pierced his forehead.

(End of this chapter)