American Gossip King

Chapter 233 Leisurely Slaughter

With the help of X-ray vision, Ian could clearly see the positions of the militants.

He walked along the backstage area and came to a door.

He suddenly pulled open the door and thrust the knife straight in with his right hand.

An armed man behind the door trembled, and Ian gently covered his mouth.

Ekaterina, who was following Ian, exclaimed in a low voice, "My God, you're more like a secret agent than a regular agent."

Ian turned to look at her: "And you're not a good reporter. Focus on taking pictures!"

Ekaterina blushed and picked up her camera to start taking pictures of Ian.

I'm the real agent!

As a result, journalists are now doing the work of secret agents, while secret agents are starting to do the work of journalists?

The twist of fate left this beautiful and sexy girl speechless, and she developed an unspoken admiration for Ian.

Although Russians are inherently tough, during this period of American heyday, many countries actually had a strange sense of admiration for the United States.

As an agent, Ekaterina did not blindly worship Americans, but she at least did not deny America's power. And Ian Karl, standing before her, further captivated her.

This made her truly infatuated with Ian.

Stepping out the door, Ian continued his leisurely stroll.

He completely lacked the cautious, wall-hugging movements typical of other agents, acting as if he were strolling leisurely in his own backyard—frankly, he couldn't do those tactical maneuvers and would only embarrass himself.

Ian stopped behind a wall.

He took a deep breath, threw a powerful punch with his left fist, smashed through the wall, and pulled the head of an armed man over. He then slashed with his right hand.

A single, fatal blow.

Ekaterina stared at him blankly: "Why didn't you just snap it off?"

"Save your energy," Ian replied.

Ekaterina gently shook her head: "No. I think the real reason is that you need to see blood. News with blood is good news!"

Ian smiled.

He nodded: "I've met a kindred spirit in a foreign land. Ekaterina, I'm starting to like you!"

Ekaterina: ? ? ? You've practically torn me apart, and you're only now starting to like me?

Of course, another reason is that Ian doesn't want his ability to casually break other people's cervical vertebrae to be reported. Now, only Natasha and Ekaterina know his "strength," which makes things easier to handle.

If it gets broadcast, things will get complicated.

The sound of the wall cracking was heard by nearby militants, and some of them walked towards them.

The instant he turned the corner, Ian strode over and plunged the knife into him.

That shot missed!

The man tried to shout, but Ian shoved another punch into his mouth.

Ekaterina faithfully recorded everything: "Your actions show that you have some training, but not much. I really find it hard to imagine how you did it. Also, how did you know where they were? It's as if you have X-ray vision."

"Listen to the sound. A good reporter must have the eyes of an eagle, the sense of smell of a dog, and the hearing of a cat... Maybe a cat's hearing is better?" Ian was a little unsure about this.

Ekaterina sighed, "Maybe."

Ekaterina is now in a state of profound helplessness.

As a secret agent, whenever she watched those Hollywood blockbusters, she would scoff: "Real secret agents don't operate like that."

But today, her understanding has been overturned.

Everything Ian Carl did was just like a Hollywood blockbuster: he passed by quietly and then ended his opponent's life with a single blow.

He perfectly embodied individual heroism at this moment. Your perceived professional confidence and disdain for Hollywood's unprofessionalism were completely overturned, leaving you with a sense of helplessness and despair, as if you were the one who was truly an amateur.

The key point is that even 007 isn't as dashing as him!

Even 007 has to be careful when carrying out assassinations, and occasionally he has to resort to fists and kicks, and the sound of a silent pistol.

Ian Karl, however, walked with his hands in his pockets, glancing occasionally at Ekaterina's camera and offering advice: "This is autofocus. Pay attention to the composition. Don't put the horizon in the center; place it higher up, shooting from a lower angle upwards to make me look taller and more imposing... Uh, that's too exaggerated. A wide shot would be better. Do you need to pose later?"

His interest in recording far outweighed his interest in murder!

Ekaterina said helplessly, "We are rescuing hostages!"

So Ian sighed, "You can't be a proper butterfly, but that's okay. You can be a great actress. Would you like to come to Hollywood with me?"

As he spoke, he suddenly turned around, and a knife flew out of his hand. A Chechen militant who had just walked around the corner was pierced through the neck and pinned to the wall.

As the man lay dying, he managed to utter with difficulty, "Hollywood?"

He actually understood that word?

"I wasn't talking to you." Ian walked over and snapped his neck.

Ekaterina, intently filming, asked, "Are you taking me to Hollywood?"

"And Natasha, and maybe other girls, it depends on how they perform," Ian said casually.

Looking at the knife in his hand, he sighed, "It's dull. The quality of Russian arms factories is worrying."

"Those are Chechen weapons!" Ekaterina instinctively defended her family's property.

Ian casually tossed the knife aside and took another knife from the other person.

He had several guns on him, but he hadn't fired a single one.

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Continuing forward with the knife, Ian killed two more bandits.

By this time, he had almost wiped out the Chechen militants outside the theater lobby one by one, while Natasha's shouts from backstage continued incessantly, her voice almost hoarse.

Ian chuckled, "The only one injured in this battle is Natasha; her vocal cords are damaged."

Ekaterina blurted out, "Wasn't it you who stabbed me?"

Ian looked at her in surprise.

Ekaterina blushed slightly.

Sure enough, influenced by Ian, I've even started joking around.

Ian smiled as well.

Just as he was about to say something, Ian's expression suddenly changed: "Fuck! These bastards!"

Ekaterina was taken aback, not knowing what he was cursing.

Then Ian grabbed Ekaterina and suddenly lunged to the side.

boom!

A large hole was suddenly blasted in the outer wall, smoke filled the air, and shockwaves swept out.

Luckily, Ian dodged faster, otherwise he would have been blown up.

The face of a special forces soldier has been revealed.

Ian was furious.

Why launch a full-scale attack now?

What happened to the 26th?

With a casual grab, he stuffed the body of a Chechen militant he had just killed through the blasted hole, sending the special forces soldier crashing back into the wreckage.

The Russian special forces never dreamed that as soon as they blasted a hole, a corpse was thrust into their path. A pale head blocked the hole, startling everyone so much that they pointed their guns at the man, only to find that he was already dead.

Unfortunately, it was too late; a soldier had already fired a shot into the dead man's head.

The explosions and gunshots instantly alerted the thugs in the theater. Everyone looked around in astonishment, but no one fired their guns immediately.

As for detonation, that's impossible; the detonator was in Balayev's hands, and Ian has already taken it away.

But they still pointed their guns at the hostages and in all directions, shouting, "They're going to break in!"

"Charge!" Ian charged into the hall like a madman. "Ekaterina, stop those guys! Don't let them in! No one can steal Ian Karl's credit!"

At the same time, Natasha appeared from backstage and shot a soldier.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, the entire stadium erupted in chaos.

Bullets were being fired wildly toward Natasha.

(End of this chapter)