American Gossip King

Chapter 232 You Lied to Me

December 25st, early morning.

Ian sat up from the slightly stiff sofa in the private room, greedily arching his back against Ekaterina's full breasts, with Natasha's tenderness behind him.

Ekaterina sighed, "We've interviewed everyone we could, and we've learned everything we needed to know. How long are you going to keep dragging this out?"

Ian looked at her suspiciously: "Do you know what I'm going to do?"

Ekaterina said, "I spoke secretly with Romanov yesterday, and he told me that the Security Service's mission is to protect you. But at the same time, they also told me some things they had found out."

She lifted Ian's chin: "Something we've known for a long time but couldn't be sure of... You're an excellent gunslinger, with great skills."

"How did you know?"

"After all the trouble you've caused in the past, a little analysis reveals that you actually possess the skills of a secret agent; you've resolved numerous crises!"

"It will be the same this time," Ian laughed.

Natasha hugged Ian excitedly: "Can you really do it? But we don't have enough bullets to kill that many bandits."

Two women's pistols only have a dozen or so bullets, not even enough to kill both of them with one shot!

Ian shook his head slightly: "Get dressed, they'll be taking us there soon."

What?

The two women were taken aback, but they quickly got dressed.

Ian took a gun from under his seat and handed it to the two women: "Keep one for Brideson, and you take one."

As he spoke, he straightened his collar and came out of the private room.

On stage, Balayev is on the phone, his face grim.

Suddenly he looked towards the private room on the second floor and saw Ian coming out of it.

Balayev roared, "Bring them here!"

His tone was extremely unfriendly.

Two armed men led the three men downstairs from the left and right and onto the central stage.

Balayev roared at Ian, "You lied to me!"

Ian shrugged. "Shall we talk backstage?"

His eyes gleamed, and Balayev paused slightly before finally nodding: "Bring them here!"

Balayev walked backstage.

The sudden change in attitude made all the hostages extremely nervous.

Vincent tried to come in, but Ian called out, "You don't need to come over. Go upstairs and do your work."

Should we go to the second floor to take photos?

Vincent understood. He said nothing and took his tools back upstairs.

This takes us to the backstage area.

Balayev drew his gun and pointed it at Ian, his voice low and menacing. "You lied to me, Ian Karl. Your reporting has angered the entire world!"

After two days of development, this kidnapping incident has generated considerable international discussion.

However, to Balayev's surprise, most people condemned them as terrorists, showing no sympathy whatsoever.

This was a huge miscalculation for Barayev. After receiving a call from his comrade and learning the situation, Barayev was furious: "What we need is international support, and you, you've set a trap for me!"

Ian chewed on a toothpick, his mouth full. "From my personal perspective, I sympathize with you. After all, you were the ones who got beaten up, and you were just retaliating. But sometimes the wrong methods can lead to bad consequences... Like the 9/17 incident, Mohammed Atta and his group also believed they were righteous... No matter what evil deeds we commit, we will always do them in the name of justice. The only difference is that some people believe it, and some people don't."

Balayev stared at him in astonishment.

What are you saying?

Ian chuckled softly, “You belong to the group that believes in itself, but I don’t. I’m a greedy businessman, a ruthless executioner. I only trust money and power, not justice and morality. In my view, justice and morality are just useful tools, fine to use against others, but never to be used against yourself! So… yes, I lied to you as easily as I lied to a three-year-old, and it doesn’t even give me the slightest sense of accomplishment.”

"You damned bastard!" Balayev could no longer control his emotions.

He shot Ian in the head.

"Ah!" Ekaterina and Natasha exclaimed simultaneously.

But the gun didn't fire.

Everyone was taken aback.

Ian has made his move.

He grabbed Balayev by the throat, his powerful grip holding Balayev firmly in place. Ian said coldly, "Checking the safety before firing is a good habit."

Click!

Balayev's neck had been snapped, his head drooping, and he died instantly.

Two Chechen militants nearby simultaneously raised their guns, only to be shocked to find that their own guns were also on safety. Just as they were about to fire, Ian pulled out both hands and did the same.

The two men's heads lolled to the side, their necks broke, and they died.

"Oh my God!" Natasha exclaimed.

Ekaterina reacted faster, drawing her gun immediately, only to find that the three had already been killed by Ian.

He was stunned for a moment.

Is this really that outrageous?

The latest novel is first published here!

Even Russia's most powerful intelligence agents couldn't do that, right?

Natasha realized what was happening and quickly drew her gun, aiming it at the three men. She also checked their breathing and cervical spines, exclaiming in horror, "You snapped their cervical spines! How did you do that? That takes a lot of strength!"

Ian nodded: "When I'm poor, I often entertain myself."

The two women: "..."

Ian had already taken guns and grenades from the three men, and casually remarked, "Can you do ventriloquism? I mean, imitate other people's voices? As an agent, you should be able to do that."

Ekaterina nodded: "Yes, but only by imitating a woman's voice."

"If you can do it, then I can too," Ian smiled.

The fifth ability is replication, and ventriloquism.

Ian asked, "How do you say Russian? Come here."

Ekaterina repeated it.

So Ian called out to the outside world, "Rolov, Jakobch, come here!"

The voice that came out was none other than that of Balayev.

He's been running around like crazy these past few days and has become quite familiar with the armed groups here.

The two women were even more confused.

Does this work?

Fortunately, both of them were special agents, and without Ian needing to explain, they immediately dragged the body aside.

Two armed men have already approached.

As soon as they entered, Ian appeared behind them like a ghost, and as always, he reached out with both hands and snapped their necks in two.

Natasha was overjoyed: "Keep calling people."

This is much more convenient than firing a gun.

Ian shook his head: "No, they'll find out. That's enough. Natasha, you two immediately start begging for mercy, saying 'Stop hitting him!' Let the people outside think Barayev is beating me. Lina, you take the camera and follow me, you're in charge of filming."

The two women looked at him: "And what about you?"

Ian chuckled: "They'll be guarding the main gate, the passageways, the theater lobby, and other places. We'll take them out one by one. You guys carry guns and be on guard. Once you hear gunfire, the people in the lobby are yours."

The two women took a deep breath at the same time and looked at each other.

Then Natasha let out a piercing scream:

"No, stop hitting him! Let him go! He didn't want this to happen!"

Ian had already walked along the backstage towards another portal.

(End of this chapter)