American Gossip King

Chapter 2 Counterattack

As a professional paparazzi, Ian knows very well what the media is like—the film and television industry is also a part of the media, and an important part at that.

So Ian wasn't kidding; this could really happen.

Get Touchstone Pictures and agents to spend money on Kate?

You're here to make money for us, so figure out your place!

As your friend, all I can do for you after what happened is... give you a grand celebration!

Ian's words left Kate Beckinsale utterly devastated.

She was stunned on the spot, and almost fainted.

Ian, on the other hand, was trying to find a way to save himself.

The cabin was very simple, with only a bed and a sofa, and no sharp objects.

Even if he had one, it wouldn't matter, since Charlie Mills still had a gun on his waist.

He was outside now, smoking a cigar, his chest bare, the gun at his waist clearly visible.

and many more!

How did I come across his cigar and gun?

Ian was stunned.

A wondrous scene is unfolding before our eyes.

Charlie Mills's massive figure was clearly visible, but it was obscured by a wooden door.

The view was divided into two parts at this moment: one part was the view inside the cabin, and the other part was the view outside the cabin.

Is this... perspective?

Ian was stunned.

He blinked.

He closed his left eye and saw Charlie Mills steering the boat.

He closed his right eye and saw inside the cabin.

Close your eyes, uh, you can't see anything.

So I can see through things with my right eye?

Fake!

I have no problem with cheating, but what's the use of using a wallhack at this critical juncture?

He strained to turn his head and saw Kate Beckinsale tied to him. His gaze pierced through her clothes and fell upon her graceful body.

Kate Beckinsale was only 27 years old at the time, in the prime of her life.

The eyes passed through the obstruction of clothes, revealing all the beauty.

Ian felt dizzy.

Good ability, but unfortunately, although it hardened some limbs, it was clearly not enough to cut the rope.

The terrible situation caused Ian's fleeting romantic thoughts to vanish, and he lost focus once again.

He hurriedly looked around, his gaze sweeping over the sofa not far away. He saw a fruit knife under the sofa, probably left there some time ago, which the boat owner hadn't paid any attention to.

The ship was still rocking gently, and Ian and Kate Beckinsale were also rocking gently back to back.

Kate Beckinsale was completely stunned, and Ian was looking at the knife under the sofa again.

My eyes are slightly sore.

Damn, this X-ray vision isn't very good. It started to feel sore after only a short time.

Ian had to stop using his X-ray vision and said softly, "Don't count on anyone else; there's only one way now."

Kate was stunned: "What?"

Ian whispered, "There's a knife under the sofa in front of you. Get it out and cut the rope; you'll still have a chance."

Kate was overjoyed: "A knife?"

Ian, suppressing his anger, said, "Do you want to raise your voice even higher? Call that black guy in and tell him there's a knife under the sofa!"

Kate's face turned pale: "I was wrong."

She tried to lean forward and reach her feet under the sofa, but couldn't reach them right away, so she whispered, "Move a little."

Ian moved a few times: "I'm moving."

The two leaned forward together, and Kate tried to stretch her feet under the sofa, but the gap was too small, and she couldn't get her feet in completely, letting out a painful groan: "I can't reach."

Ian sighed, "Just use more force!"

Kate wanted to cry: "It hurts!"

Ian could only coax him gently: "Bear with it, it'll be over soon."

Kate said helplessly, "Why don't you do it?"

Ian sighed, "I'm too big, I can't get in any further. Just bear with it."

What should we do?

Ian thought for a moment and said, "Take your shoes off and try it on."

Kate quickly kicked off her high heels and put her delicate feet under the sofa again.

Then her eyes lit up slightly: "I touched it, but I bumped into it."

Ian: "..."

He said helplessly, "You don't want your life to end here, do you?"

These words finally gave Kate Beckinsale courage.

English Rose took a deep breath, then plunged her foot into the sofa, finally stepping on the knife and sliding it out.

She let out a low, painful groan: "I'm bleeding."

"That's rare," Ian muttered.

"What did you say?" Kate asked, taken aback.

"It's okay." Ian and Kate shuffled over to get the knife.

It was a rusty knife. Ian took it in his hand and began to cut the rope with it.

This damn knife is so dull!

Kate asked softly, "How did you know there was a knife under the sofa?"

"I'm a journalist," Ian replied. "An excellent journalist must possess exceptional insight. By the way, my name is Ian Carr."

Feeling Ian cut the rope, Kate asked, "What do we do after the rope is cut? Jump off the boat?"

"Don't count on it, he has a gun," Ian replied.

Kate exclaimed in horror, "So we can't escape?"

Ian did not answer, but instead struggled to cut his own rope.

Shaking his aching arms, he untied Kate's arms.

As his fingers brushed across her stunning face, Ian's heart skipped a beat. He wanted to take another look at her beautiful body, but ultimately he restrained himself.

He whispered, "There's only one way: lure him over and kill him! If we're lucky, we can stab him to death with one blow... He's the only one on the ship, so even if he's unprepared, the chances are high."

Kate's ropes were cut, and she shook her aching shoulders as she looked at Ian, only to realize that he was actually a handsome young man.

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However, what he said still startled Kate.

How could he have the audacity to kill someone?

She noticed that Ian's gaze was calm, completely devoid of fear, as if he were a seasoned killer.

In fact, Ian himself was surprised.

Being a journalist does require boldness and ruthlessness, but to this extent, boldness belongs neither to Li Yi nor to Ian Carl.

Could it be that the two of them were bolder?

Kate said softly, "Bad luck?"

Ian grinned, "He'll take us both out with one shot."

Kate took a deep breath.

Although the kidnapping terrified her, one should never underestimate the explosive power of a person struggling to survive in a desperate situation.

At this moment, there is no choice but to do it!

She looked at Ian and said, "Then let's do it. How do you suggest we do it?"

"Wait a minute." Ian walked over, turned on the camera's automatic shooting function, and placed it in the corner, pointing it in this direction.

Ian whispered into the camera, "I'm Ian Carl. Miss Kate Beckinsale and I have just been kidnapped by a murderer. Luckily, I found a knife under the sofa... The guy has a gun, and I have to try to kill him, or we'll both die."

Kate was taken aback: "What are you doing?"

"Gather evidence to prove that we acted in self-defense."

As Ian spoke, he put the untied rope back around Kate's waist and whispered in her ear, "Get ready to scream. Whether you can get his attention depends on your charm."

His warm breath brushed against Kate's face, causing Kate Beckinsale's face to blush slightly.

Ian had already examined the knife; it was just an ordinary fruit knife, a little rusty, and would require finding the right angle to kill someone.

He stood behind the door, waved his hand a few times, and determined that an upward thrust to the throat was still the most effective.

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

"Charlie Mills!!! I need to pee!"

Kate screamed from inside the cabin.

Charlie Mills, who was steering the boat, frowned.

He didn't really want to pay attention, but he still went down into the cabin. Because the boat wasn't very big, Charlie Mills just leaned out to look.

Upon closer inspection, Kate was seen sitting on the cabin floor with her legs slightly apart, revealing her white underwear.

Charlie Mills' heart skipped a beat; he was instinctively drawn in and couldn't look away for a moment.

But the next second he realized something was wrong.

Where is that kid?

The next moment, Ian rushed out from the side, his knife viciously stabbing into Ian's throat.

flutter!

Blood splattered!

"Ouch!" Charlie Mills cried out in pain.

But this guy isn't dead yet.

The knife was too dull, and Ian had never practiced killing, so he missed the vital point of the throat.

Charlie Mills covered his throat with one hand and instinctively reached for his gun with the other.

Ian had grabbed his arm, and the two of them were wrestling wildly on the ground.

Kate quickly freed herself from the ropes and stood up. She raised the vase high, intending to smash it down, but the two of them rolled around, making it difficult to strike.

Then a gunshot rang out.

The three of them were stunned at the same time.

A moment later, Charlie Mills swayed, and a large amount of blood gushed from his stomach.

Ian climbed off Charlie Mills, a gun in his hand.

He pointed the gun at Charlie Mills: "Charlie Mills, you kidnapped and murdered, and you're planning to kill us too. Do you think you deserve to die?"

Charlie Mills, still bleeding profusely, clutched his throat upon hearing this: "Spare...me..."

boom.

Gunshots.

His predecessor was a spoiled rich kid who had tried everything, including guns.

Of course, this shot didn't require marksmanship, just courage.

Charlie Mills was shot in the forehead. His body shuddered, and then he collapsed in despair and disbelief.

His last thought was: You've already fired the gun, why ask such a pointless question?

(End of this chapter)