American Gossip King

Chapter 208 Butterfly Spreads Its Wings

Port of Los Angeles.

night.

Ian Carl stood on a dock, the night breeze blowing, gazing at the sea with a deep look in his eyes.

Some people are unloading goods at the port.

Kreps stood beside him, leaning on his cane, and whispered, "He's here."

Ian gave a soft "hmm".

A moment later, a middle-aged man walked over.

It was Amkhasan.

He stopped beside Ian, looked around, and asked, "Is it safe?"

Ian chuckled: "That's not something you need to worry about."

Amhaishan thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's true. How much this time?"

"One hundred million."

Amhaisan sighed, "Too expensive."

That greedy fellow Ian Carl is asking for ten times the price!

Ian laughed and said, "I told you long ago, investing is the right way."

Amhaisan nodded slightly: "We can put up two billion first, but you have to make sure all the money is used for this purpose."

Ian shook his head: "I can't."

He turned to Amhaishan and said, "Let me put this in perspective: I need that money! Your only expectation is that I'll supply you with the goods; don't worry about anything else. Just think of this as an interest-free loan. As a token of my gratitude, I can slightly lower the price. It's that simple."

"You didn't say that last time. Last time you said you'd use the money we earned to buy weapons."

"The problem is that you're asking for too much, and the profits aren't enough to cover it," Ian laughed.

I knew you were a greedy guy!

Fortunately, terrorists would rather make deals with the greedy than with patriots with principles.

Amhaisan sighed in exasperation, "Is there anything else?"

Ian smiled slightly: "Two billion is just the beginning. Every time I give you weapons and ammunition worth one billion, you have to lend me one billion, eventually reaching a total of no less than ten billion. Then, I'll supply you as much as you need!"

These weapons and medicines, worth a billion, are calculated based on their retail price, right?

Fake!

Ian Carl, you really know how to do business.

But nowadays, there aren't many people who can help them with this.

Amhaisan thought for a moment and said, "You have to allow us to pay with drugs, and you also have to give us some drug-making equipment."

Under the Taliban's leadership, drugs are a major business in Afghanistan, and the United States is the world's largest drug consumer market—so while Americans are certainly not good people, the Taliban are just as bad, aren't they?

Ian doesn't deal drugs, but what does the Cripples' gang's business have to do with him?

He smiled slightly: "You talk to Kreps, I don't care about this part."

Amhazan didn't say anything more, and instead started chatting with Kreps.

Ian watched this scene silently.

Suddenly he raised an eyebrow and shouted, "Someone is watching us from the shadows!"

What?

Kripps and Amhazan were both startled:

"police?"

"FBI?"

Ian said calmly, "No, it's probably a reporter. About fifty meters behind us, behind a shipping container."

Kreps understood, called over two of his men and gave them a few instructions, after which the two men went around to the back.

Amhazan struggled to suppress the urge to look back, and looked at Ian strangely: "How did you find out?"

Ian pursed his lips slightly: "I'm a god-level reporter, skilled at discovering everything."

Amhaishan: "..."

A moment later, the sound of beatings came from behind the shipping container not far away.

Ian didn't go over; he just waited quietly.

The goods were still being loaded onto the ship when the sounds of beatings seemed to drift in from afar.

A moment later, Kripps walked over.

He stood beside Ian and said respectfully, "They're not reporters, they're from the Fortune Boys. One of our guys gave himself away, and the Fortune Boys thought we were doing some big business, so they sent someone to follow us."

Damn it, can't your people be a little more reliable?

He glanced at Kripps sideways.

Kreps felt a chill run down his spine as he recalled the ten lashes.

He said helplessly, "Those bastards always talk nonsense when they're drunk. You know, gangsters are inherently unruly."

"It sank," Ian replied.

Kreps paused, then asked, "Which one?"

Ian didn't speak, but Kreps understood.

Both are heavy!

Kreps respectfully withdrew.

Amhaishan said softly, "You can't trust gangsters, neither in terms of ability nor loyalty. Should I send some men to you?"

Ian shook his head slightly: "Not for now. No matter how trashy they are, they can't escape my grasp."

Ian didn't really want to use Amharic's people; those religiously brainwashed guys had too strong a will, and controlling them would require a lot of effort!

Even if ten members of the Crippled Gang were to run into trouble, the damage to Ian might not be as great as the damage and trouble caused by a single terrorist!

Amhazan stared at Ian silently.

He couldn't understand Ian's confidence, but he certainly sensed Ian's terror.

A person who can easily find any hidden place, a businessman with keen insight and great strength, a ruthless businessman...

Good!

This implies significant investment and cooperation potential.

The latest novel is first published here!

The goods have finally been delivered.

After leaving the place to Kripps, Ian and Amhazan got into the car and drove away from the port.

Sitting in the car, he took out a cigar and handed it to Amhaishan.

The other person gently shook their head: "I don't smoke this."

Ian smiled and retracted his statement: "The docks and ships are all taken care of. We can ship one or two goods every month from now on. Just contact Kreps directly. I won't be here to oversee things every time, so next time something like this happens, you'd better handle it yourselves."

Amhaishan hummed in agreement.

Turning to Kripps, he said, "Keep an eye on the Fortune Boys. Let me know if anything goes wrong. But don't expect me to fabricate charges so you can hire me as a henchman and get you some territory. A gang that gets too big isn't a good thing, you understand?"

Kreps, whose secret had been exposed, gave an awkward smile.

Ian then turned to Amhaishan: "Tell me about your next move."

Amhaisan handed over a note.

Ian glanced at it, a slight smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.

He said to the front seat, "Vincent!"

The young man in front smiled and turned around.

Ian pointed at Vincent and said to Amhazan, "My new butterfly, I need him to shine like Filipso."

Amhaishan understood what he meant: "Do we need to protect him?"

Vincent glared. "I only have two years left to live, and I don't want to die young... unless I have no other choice!"

Amhashan laughed and said, "So you're still afraid of dying."

Ian sighed, "Who isn't afraid of death? If there's no fear of death, then life has no value."

As he spoke, he leaned back slightly in his chair, murmuring softly like a poet: "The butterfly flaps its wings, and the hurricane that will sweep the world will eventually arrive!"

Amhazan remained silent, but a flame of vengeance blazed in his eyes.

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"Extra number!"

"The supertanker Rambow exploded and caught fire in the waters off Yemen."

"A devastating bombing struck the Indonesian tourist destination of Bali."

"A car bomb exploded at the Paradise Hotel in Mombasa, a coastal city in Kenya."

"An Israeli passenger plane narrowly escaped a missile attack at Mombasa airport."

The third quarter of 2002 was spent in bloodshed and turmoil.

In the days following the World Cup, there were terrorist attacks almost every so often.

Some of these events existed in history, such as those mentioned above, only the timeline has changed. However, there are also some events that did not exist in history.

"A car bombing in Arizona has left four dead and twelve injured. FOX correspondent Butterfly brings you live coverage!"

"The Benjamin Tower in Wyoming was bombed, but fortunately the building did not collapse. This is a report from FOX correspondent Butterfly. Don't be surprised, I am another butterfly."

"The Michigan music festival shooting has left 31 people dead and 167 injured."

Violent incidents that never existed in history have appeared on the media stage, painting the world with a bloody glow.

Aside from the music festival massacre, which wasn't perpetrated by people from the Middle East, they are involved in almost everything else.

This is a vicious revenge from those people, their counterattack!

Ian Carr's job was to faithfully record and report, which enabled him to fulfill his promises to major news organizations in a frenzy.

News Corp., CBS, Dublin Group, and others were all beaming with joy.

The world's suffering is the media's carnival!

(End of this chapter)