American Gossip King

Chapter 227 The Grand Theater

On the streets of Moscow, Ian strolled along, accompanied by Ekaterina and a girl named Natasha.

Natasha was a petite and beautiful girl, a rare breed among the generally busty, tall, and long-legged Russian beauties. She was also a bit eccentric and didn't seem like a spy at all; she even had a bit of a childlike air about her.

She's probably the least spy-like of all the Russian Swallows—lacking in ability but overflowing with charm.

For a proactive partner, sending such an agent is undoubtedly the most suitable option!

At that moment, she took Ian's arm and pointed to the magnificent palace in the distance: "Look, that's the Kremlin! It's one of the oldest palaces in Russia, with a history of nearly seven hundred years, and it's magnificent and grand."

"Yes, America is only a little over two hundred years old," Ian laughed.

Natasha giggled and said, "I've always wanted to go to the Kremlin, but I haven't had the chance. Perhaps you, Ian, will have the opportunity."

Ian nodded. "I don't disagree with you. Someday I will be a regular at the Kremlin, but not as a spy."

Natasha said sweetly, "Don't mention spies, Ian. We don't mean to drag you into this."

Ian shook his head: "Unless you tell those bastards across the street to stop spying on me, taking pictures, and eavesdropping, and then take that little thing out of your chest, I won't believe you... Why try something you've already failed at? Your body is meant to hold a gun, my gun, not anything else."

Natasha's delicate face froze.

Ekaterina chuckled as she took the miniature microphone from Natasha's arms and said into it, "Did you hear that? Mr. Karl is good-natured; he won't allow you to try a third time."

As she spoke, she stomped on the thing and crushed it, then grabbed Ian and kissed him: "Forgive her, it wasn't her idea."

"That depends on how she performs tonight," Ian said with a smile.

I felt a little helpless.

A year ago, he used his X-ray vision to uncover other people's privacy, but now he uses it more to see those who secretly covet him.

In just one year, the perspective has evolved from being primarily offensive to being primarily defensive!

Every day, many people spy on him, trying to find all sorts of juicy gossip about him. Ian, who is always looking for juicy gossip, is himself being watched all the time and becomes fodder for other people's gossip.

However, this is life, a normal outcome of changes in environment and status.

He will need even more defense in the future!

They then walked across Red Square, heading southeast of Moscow.

Unaffected by what had just happened, Natasha continued enthusiastically, "This is the Moscow Theatre. Russians love musicals."

Ian stopped in front of the theater and looked at the large posters displayed there.

He couldn't read Russian, so he asked the two girls directly, "What does it say on there?"

Ekaterina said, "There will be a large musical performance in a few days."

Ian nodded: "I wanted to come and see."

Natasha asked in surprise, "You like musicals?"

Ian smiled: "You can like it."

His gaze swept across the surroundings, and with his penetrating vision, he almost immediately found his target—those people had already arrived, but were still watching, looking for the best opportunity.

It's easy to tell this; just look for the guns or communication devices they're carrying.

For Ian, the more secretive the work, the easier it is for him to discover it.

This also means that they do not intend to change their original plans.

Without the butterfly's interference, everything proceeded as planned, and Ian was able to leave with peace of mind.

Over the next few days, Ian enjoyed the warm hospitality of the swallows under the lavish care of the Russian State Security Service.

Girls who have received training are just different.

They can endure far more positions than other women.

Tom Hanks is looking for older women to satisfy his service needs, unaware that some young women are even better at it than older women!

It really is:

The taste is wonderful, intoxicating, and unforgettable!

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Two days later.

September 10, dusk.

Ian arrived at the Grand Theatre with Ekaterina, Natasha, and his men.

The second floor of the Grand Theater is the VIP lounge.

Ian sat in the VIP box, silently watching the musical performance below.

Ian didn't understand opera, couldn't comprehend the melodies, and didn't care; he simply enjoyed the girl beside him.

Natasha happily accompanied him to the musical, but Ekaterina's expression was somewhat serious.

She looked around warily, then looked at Ian with questioning eyes: "Mr. Carl, are you really here to see the musical?"

Ian smiled at her: "Why do you ask that?"

"I just don't think you're the kind of person who enjoys musicals," Ekaterina replied.

Her large, wary eyes scanned the surroundings of the private room.

She noticed that the young man named Vincent, who was usually very talkative, was looking rather serious and silent today.

She noticed that they were also carrying a large bag containing a camera. Although Ian always carried it with him, this time it seemed like they had an unusually large amount of equipment.

And then there was the driver named Brideson, who was always checking his watch.

The latest novel is first published here!

Ian's secretary, Ida, who was usually inseparable from him, did not come along, nor did the other assistants.

The most important person is Ian himself.

Although he appeared to be watching a musical, his eyes kept darting around, glancing left and right.

As a special agent, she had a keen eye for observation, and considering that wherever Ian went, war broke out.

Her expression finally changed: "Oh my God!"

Natasha understood the implication and stopped her innocent act, her face showing a hint of fear: "Could it be here?"

She looked at Ian in shock: "Mr. Carl, you knew?"

Ian silently looked outside and sighed softly, "I passed by two days ago and saw some people carrying guns, observing the Grand Theatre... It wasn't my doing, I just had some suspicions. You know my ability to observe."

Ekaterina cried out, "Why didn't you tell us sooner?"

Ian coldly replied, "I'm a journalist. I report, I don't participate... To me, issuing a warning is tantamount to losing the story!"

This cold and heartless reply shocked both girls.

Agents are inherently cold-blooded, but at this moment they realized that, in the face of Ian Karl, they were like two harmless little lambs.

Ian knew all of this, and he just stood by and watched!

Ekaterina roared, "You made an agreement with us!"

Ian sneered: "That doesn't include that part."

Natasha cried out, "We must warn everyone to leave immediately!"

Ian grabbed her: "For the sake of your country, you'd better not do that."

What?

The two girls stared at him in astonishment.

Ian said, "After this happens, there's a very high chance Chechnya will be designated a terrorist organization. This is good for Russia, good for you in terms of gaining international support, and good for winning the war. But if you prevent this, your country will face even greater difficulties."

The two girls were stunned.

Ian's words coldly and ruthlessly told them a fact: as long as Chechen militants are listed as terrorists, the Russian military action against Chechnya will be a just action!

Therefore, you cannot stop this terrorist attack!

Ekaterina stared blankly at Ian: "Will people die?"

Ian shrugged. "I don't know, but now that you do... you should leave. It's not too late to go now."

The two girls looked at each other, then shook their heads at the same time.

Natasha rolled up her trouser leg and pulled a gun from her calf: "It is our duty to defend our country and our people!"

Ian smiled as he watched her actions.

After thinking for a moment, he nodded and said, "I have no objection. If we play well, we can all become heroes."

History can be rewritten, it just depends on which direction it leads.

If handled well, perhaps so many innocent people wouldn't have died.

(End of this chapter)