American Gossip King

Chapter 111 Making the Girls Successful

dusk.

Suburbs of Los Angeles.

Alec Calder was in his room, staring intently at the beautiful head before him.

He stroked the face that hadn't yet decayed, his eyes filled with affection: "Now you won't leave me, baby."

"I think a better way would be to cut off your own head and bury it with her," a leisurely voice came from behind.

Alec Calder turned around in shock and saw Ian standing right behind him, smiling at him.

"Ian Carl?" Alec Calder exclaimed. "How did you get in?"

He appeared in his house like a ghost, making him feel like his soul was about to leave his body.

"Unlocking? That's not difficult," Ian said with a shrug and a smile.

As he spoke, he looked at the beautiful woman's head: "So this was a crime of passion? The story isn't very good, but the image of you leaving your head is nice; I like that part."

He pointed to the camera in his hand: "It's not good news if it doesn't have some weird content."

"Die!" Alec Calder grabbed his knife and lunged at Ian.

Ian chuckled and casually threw a punch.

He was holding a hammer, but it was invisible. With a bang, he smashed it down, hitting the other man's wrist. Alec Calder's wrist was broken by the hammer, and he cried out in pain.

The next moment, Ian delivered a flying kick, sending Alec Calder crashing through the door and flying out. At the same time, the invisible hammer, pulled by the threads, slammed into Alec's chest, breaking two of his ribs.

Looking up, Alec Calder saw pairs of long, beautiful legs.

Looking up further, he saw five beautiful girls, each holding an iron bar, and not far away was Halle Berry, holding a small gun and watching the scene nervously.

Helen exclaimed excitedly, "You damned bastard!"

Then she raised the iron bar and smashed it down on the other person's head.

Alec Calder tried to resist, but his broken ribs rendered him completely powerless. Iron bars rained down on him, and Alec Calder screamed, "No! No! Ian Carl, what have you done to me?"

"Don't call me by my name, buddy, I'm just a recorder." Ian, camera in hand, worked diligently. "Give him a good beating, babies. Don't worry about his retaliation; this is destined to be your battle for fame."

Bang bang bang!

A wild, devastating impact descended.

Although the girls weren't very strong, the iron bars they used still inflicted tremendous damage on the murderer, leaving him covered in blood and on the verge of death.

At this point, Ian finally spoke up: "Alright, darlings, if we keep hitting him, he'll really die. We need someone alive! You're supposed to be heroines, not murderers!"

Helen Berry put down the iron bar she was holding and looked at Ian excitedly: "We caught a villain, we're going to be heroes, right, Ian?"

Ian smiled: "Yes, you're going to be famous."

He looked at Halle Berry as he spoke, and she silently put her small pistol back into her bag.

She smiled and said, "I'm starting to understand why you're the best journalist in America. You're so good at creating news."

"Just an appetizer," Ian replied.

As he spoke, he beckoned, "Come on, darlings, it's photo time! Would you like to join us, Mrs. Bennet? My photography skills are pretty good; I guarantee I'll take beautiful pictures of you... a cruel beauty of bloodshed!"

Halle Berry raised an eyebrow. She wanted to refuse, but she couldn't resist the temptation of becoming a heroine, which would also be of great benefit to her.

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"The Dandy Tower murderer has been caught, and the arresting officers were five young girls and Halle Berry."

"The murderer brushed past the police, giving them a disdainful look as he walked away."

"Los Angeles' rising star missed a golden opportunity to apprehend a criminal!"

"The case is suspected to be a crime of passion."

Home.

Ian sipped his morning coffee, engrossed in reading today's newsletter.

The gaze lingers on a large group photo of five girls and Halle Berry, with the murderer beaten to a pulp at their feet.

A satisfied expression appeared on Ian's lips.

The incident happened yesterday during the day, the person was arrested at night, it was the headline in the newspapers this morning, and WND also started releasing the video of the murderer's beheading.

This news story wouldn't normally have been particularly sensational, but the involvement of celebrities changes things, and crucially, it also has many unique elements.

One is a video of a criminal being beheaded, but unfortunately it has to be blurred out.

One is a video of a police officer brushing past a criminal.

Finally, five girls who had almost been trafficked joined forces with a big star to catch the criminal.

Multiple factors combined make this news story of great value.

With WND's support, the case instantly became the hottest headline of the day, and even the Los Angeles Herald and the Los Angeles Times saw record-breaking sales.

The videos of criminals being beheaded, in particular, are chilling to watch. Even though they are blurred out, there are still many people who privately request the uncut version.

The comments section on WND News was in an uproar.

"It's Butterfly again! He always manages to get good news, and even gets to the scene in person."

"Idiot, the filming took place in the building across the street, that doesn't count as being on location."

"But this is too much of a coincidence. That guy didn't even close the curtains when he killed someone."

"Why were those same few girls the ones who made the arrests?"

"Because they might also be in the hotel."

"Oh my god, you mean Butterfly booked a room with those girls?"

"That's very possible, after all, it was Butterfly that reported on their rescue."

The latest novel is first published here!

"Fuck, that guy has AIDS!"

"No, he can't touch Jessica, she's mine!"

"I love Clecie, especially her long legs and freckles, she's so cute."

"I like Helen, her skin is so beautiful."

"I like Barbara. I like her face, it's red like a ripe apple."

"Doesn't anyone like Amanda? She's so cute."

"Fuck! She's just a child!!!"

"And Halle Berry, why aren't you mentioning her?"

"Because she's older, and these others are younger."

"But she's still beautiful, and I don't mind her age."

"She won't care if you don't mind, haha!"

The comments section then shifted dramatically: "Damn butterfly!"

Ian chuckled, "I'm sorry to have troubled you, Phil, but it's good, it helps to distance yourself from this."

Nobody believed Jessica and the others would have a relationship with Leso, so in that respect, Leso was to blame.

Someone always has to bear the burden.

Kate and Scarlett called.

Kate: "You really know how to create female heroes."

Scarlett: "You slept with them, didn't you? Ian, I'm jealous."

Ian had to patiently comfort the two babies until Lena called.

She yelled into the phone, "Remember, I'm the one you love most, Ian!"

Ugh!

Jealous women are terrifying, Gaskell, you should control your wife.

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The girls left temporarily to contact their families.

Kate and Scarlett were both busy and rarely had free time, so Ian went back to Deer Street to be with his mother today.

Early in the morning, Mrs. Carl called from downstairs, "Ian, come down for breakfast."

"Okay, Mom," Ian replied, turning off the computer and folding up the newspaper.

When he went down to the living room, Mrs. Carl had already prepared millet porridge, fried eggs, pickled vegetables, and a small piece of fermented bean curd for him.

That's more like it!

"Thank you, Mom," Ian said, holding up the porridge with satisfaction.

Mrs. Carl sat down opposite Ian, her eyes filled with admiration and kindness as she looked at her son: "You've done a wonderful job, Ian, even better than your father. He would be very pleased if he knew how well you've managed the Herald since he left you."

Ian laughed and said, "Don't say that, Mom. I'll be proud."

Mrs. Carl touched her son's cheek with delight.

The phone rang, and Ian glanced at it; it was Catherine calling.

He smiled and took it: "This is Ian Carl, Officer Brown. What can I do for you?"

(End of this chapter)