American Gossip King

Chapter 254 Ian is not easy to kill!

Although Ian was somewhat gentler in the second half, he ultimately didn't interact much with the three girls.

It's just a way to vent; you can throw it away after you're done playing with it.

There's no need to hold back too much emotion.

After accumulating enough of that former glory, the feelings in one's heart gradually become numb.

There was even a touch of loneliness, and a longing for love.

Stop!

A prodigal son cannot be sentimental!

Ian was shocked by the fact that he had almost fallen into depravity and withdrew his expectations for love.

Besides, any feelings I have are for Lena!

The next morning.

It's a bit overcast today, with a gentle sea breeze bringing a cool and serene atmosphere.

Rising from the embrace of the beautiful woman, Ian went to a corner of the window and looked outside.

Those gunmen have disappeared; they probably couldn't find an opportunity and had to think of another way.

When Ryoko Hirosue and the other two saw Ian get up, they also stood up.

They quickly dressed and bowed to Ian: "Karlsan, we have work during the day. Do you still need our services tonight?"

Ian looked out the window without turning around, and simply replied softly, "I'm not entirely sure about that. I'll call you if I need to."

"Yes, sir."

The three women then withdrew simultaneously.

After watching the three women leave, Ian sat in the corner of the room, lost in thought.

Although it was daytime, the shaded room still had a hint of darkness, making Ian Carl, who was in the shadows, appear particularly gloomy.

He thought for a long time before pressing the bell.

A moment later, Secretary Ida entered: "Boss."

Ian said, "Tell Nobuo Hanyu that he can assign someone to handle the specific matters, and I won't go to see him unless necessary. Also, tell everyone that I won't be leaving the hotel anytime soon... repeat this a few times."

As a competent secretary, Date would never ask what such strange instructions meant, but would simply follow them.

After giving his instructions, Ian finally got up and went downstairs to have breakfast at the hotel restaurant.

In the hotel's luxurious breakfast restaurant, a group of guests were taking their seats.

Inside, a middle-aged white man is looking out of the restaurant from a single-person table.

Seeing Ian enter with several men, he adjusted the microphone on his collar and said, "He's here, with four men with him, but only one of them is carrying a gun."

He quickly received a reply: "Don't make a move. Ian Carl is not easy to deal with; he's very skilled. And he's very observant; anyone who tries to approach him will likely be noticed... Don't stare at him."

The white man, head down, glanced at Ian out of the corner of his eye: "I wasn't watching him. What about you guys?"

"There are still people outside the restaurant, bodyguards sent by the Japanese to protect him. There might be hidden bodyguards as well. There's a metal detector at the hotel entrance, so he can't bring a gun in. Damn it, this bastard has a lot of guards around him."

Ian Carr usually only had Brideson with a gun, who served as his driver and bodyguard. The others were his secretary, assistants, and other staff, including his lawyer and accompanying doctor (who mainly took care of Vincent). There were almost no bodyguards.

But this time, as a big shot and a major client, and also a "troublesome body," the Japanese side couldn't possibly remain inactive. As a result, Ian suddenly had several more bodyguards around him, in addition to the hotel's own security personnel...

Mossad doesn't have this advantage; they can't bring guns into hotels.

Without a gun, how could he possibly kill Ian Carl, who had a group of bodyguards?

If it were anyone else, a Mossad agent might just show off their skills by grabbing a kitchen knife and demonstrating their abilities.

That won't work on Ian Carl. It's no secret that Ian Carl is a skilled fighter and an excellent gunman.

This has made things somewhat tricky for Mossad agents.

The white man ate his breakfast with his head down, and said in a low voice, "He can't stay in the hotel all the time; he'll have to go out sometime."

A clear reply came through the earpiece: "But we don't have much time. Mitsubishi Tokyo has already started the loan approval process, and once the disbursement is complete, it means we won't get the money."

The white man was speechless: "It's more convenient when he leaves the hotel. He can't stay in the hotel all day, can he?"

However, something fatal happened.

After having breakfast, Ian went straight back to his room, showing no intention of going out at all.

After waiting all day, Ian still hadn't come out, leaving the Mossad members speechless.

………………

Room 2306 is located directly below Ian's room.

Two Mossad agents were in the room, talking on the phone with their comrades in the opposite building.

"He changed rooms. The curtains were always drawn, and the bedroom had no windows. He also had women with him at night, three of them... It's impossible to tell which one was him."

"He booked the entire floor. This guy is very cautious; he's not as fearless of death as he claims."

"The best solution is a howitzer."

"Stop talking nonsense! Where would we get a grenade launcher? All we have right now is an automatic rifle and three pistols!"

"How about we pretend to be waiters and go in?"

"No, this isn't a movie shoot. There are two bodyguards guarding Ian's door, and everyone who enters will be searched. There are security cameras in the hallway, and they'll immediately alert the police if they spot anyone suspicious."

"Should we wait for him to leave the hotel? He can't stay in the hotel forever, can he?"

"It's hard to say. He has three Japanese celebrities with him every night now. If it were me, I could stay home for thirty days straight."

"You don't have the stamina, buddy."

"Stop talking nonsense! I just received news that Ian Carl has handed over all the coordination with Mitsubishi Tokyo to his subordinates. Apparently, he doesn't plan to leave the area for the time being and will be holding various conference calls."

"That's troublesome. We don't have time. If they discover the problem, the mission will fail, which will cause huge problems."

"What can I do? Japan is a country with strict gun control, and these are all we have, which we can't even bring into the hotel. I could throw a grenade in and blow up Ian Carl, but there's nothing I can do right now."

"Poisoning it in the kitchen?"

"No, Ian's meals are overseen by someone; we don't even know who eats them... He doesn't eat alone!"

"Those three Japanese women only came to keep him company at night, not during the day."

"So what? He didn't leave the hotel during the day. His subordinates are handling his dealings with the Bank of Tokyo. By the time we kill him after he officially signs the agreement, it will be too late; we won't be able to revise it!"

"I mean, what does he do at the hotel during the day?"

"What else could it be? He can handle work even in a hotel. Ian Carl is a workaholic; that's the only explanation!"

The latest novel is first published here!

"But those jobs don't necessarily require his presence, right? Maybe we can arrange for someone to lure him out."

"Are you sure that will work? He doesn't lack women right now."

"Men always like new things, and besides, day and night don't conflict... I've heard he's incredibly fit!"

"This might be the most suitable solution. Does anyone have a suggestion?"

"Of course. I know a girl, Gal Gadot, she's beautiful. Ian Carl would be completely captivated by her, he'd love to go out with Gadot... Inform her immediately, she can arrive in Tokyo tomorrow on the fastest flight, which takes only 3 hours."

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in the room.

Ian listened quietly to their conversation, his brows slightly relaxed and a smile playing on his lips.

Gal Gadot!

Wow, I love this seduction plan.

Is Mossad really that weak? It doesn't even have heavy weapons?

You think you can assassinate me with just an automatic rifle and three pistols? Even if I hadn't spotted you, you might not have succeeded.

From inside the bedroom came Ryoko Hirosue's shouts: "Karl-san, what are you doing? We're waiting for you!"

Ian overheard their conversation and casually said, "Wait for me. Stay in the bedroom and don't come out. Watch TV if you're bored."

After thinking for a moment, Ian pressed the bell beside him.

Secretary Ida entered the room in surprise: "Mr. Carl?"

Why are you calling me at this time?

Ian said, "Call Brideson over."

A moment later, Brideson walked in.

He glanced furtively at the bedroom and could vaguely see three girls in sexy pajamas huddled together on the large bed.

Approaching Ian, he smiled and said, "I didn't know you would call me at this time."

Ian pulled Bledson aside and whispered, "Someone wants to assassinate me."

Bledsson raised an eyebrow: "Where?"

Ian said nonchalantly, "There are two in the room across the street and two in the room downstairs, just a ceiling away from us. They're all Israelis. You'd better not stand at the window for too long. The people in the building across the street have guns. They might mistake you for me and shoot you."

"Wow. Such keen insight from a top-tier journalist!" Bledson instinctively shrank to the side, then asked, "And then?"

Ian whispered, "They're useless, they don't have any heavy weapons. They only have one automatic rifle and three pistols. But they can't bring them into the hotel, so they have no choice but to shoot from across the street. And I don't draw the curtains, so they can only hope I leave the hotel."

Bledsson was speechless: "Are you sure this is a loser?"

Owning an automatic rifle in Japan is pretty awesome, okay?

Ian nodded firmly: "They're useless. They're agents; they should be performing better. I need them to have grenades, explosives, to assassinate me with those things, not just a few quiet gunshots... No explosions, no dead bodies, no bursts of flame, no dripping blood, no collapsed houses, and no large number of innocent victims—that's not good news to shake the world!"

Even though he knew Ian's true nature, and even though Brideson was a daring man, he was still horrified: "Maybe you're not afraid of death, but I still don't want to die, boss. If those things explode, I don't think anyone will run away from me."

"I won't let you die, don't worry. The problem now is that we have to help them get these."

I'm going to stay in Japan for more than half a month, and I'll just be idling around anyway.

There haven't been any major news events in Japan lately, so Ian had to make them himself.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Forget it, you can't help with this. I'll handle it. Just be prepared. Connect the line; I need to speak with Hua Ziruo."

"OK," Bledson quickly agreed.

The call connected quickly. Hua Ziruo was still asleep, and groggily asked, "Ian, why are you calling me at this hour?"

"I'm in Japan, so there's a time difference," Ian said with a smile. "There's something I need to tell you. I don't want you to misunderstand."

"What?"

"I plan to visit the ** Shrine in a few days to strengthen friendship with the Japanese people."

Hua Ziruo was dumbfounded.

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(End of this chapter)