American Gossip King

Chapter 301 Forced Breakthrough

Outside the bank.

Catherine approached Bellman and said, "They agreed to lower their demands to five million."

Bellman gently shook his head: "The problem isn't money."

Catherine was taken aback: "What did you say?"

Bellman waved to a man in a suit, who walked over.

The man smiled slightly at Catherine and said, "Hello, my name is Neil Bodman, and I am a member of the Vanguard Navigator."

Catherine looked at him suspiciously: "Catherine Brown, the person in charge of this operation. What's the matter?"

Neil replied politely, "That's right, my client has deposited some things with Mirak Bank."

Catherine understood: "Money? Jewelry? Diamonds? Antiques? Famous paintings? Or bonds?"

Neil shook his head slightly: "There are indeed some jewels, but that's not the key point. The important thing is that there are also some documents. We hope those documents don't appear under any circumstances!"

Catherine gave him a cold look: "Just tell me your specific requirements."

Neil said, "My employer wants you to launch a full-scale attack immediately."

Catherine laughed: "That's unlikely; there are more than forty hostages inside!"

Neil's tone was firm: "Those documents are important; they involve national security."

Catherine replied, "And there's Ian Carr; a direct assault might kill him."

Neil smiled and said, "We don't care about him."

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He leaned closer and whispered, "If he dies, Vanguard is willing to donate ten million to the Los Angeles Police Department. As long as the operation is carried out, you and Chief Bellman can receive one million, a legal donation."

Catherine raised her eyebrows slightly.

All the police in Los Angeles know that Ian Carl slept with me, don't you?

She looked at Behrman, who smiled but remained silent.

He had a good relationship with Catherine, but he had only just met Mr. Neil.

Even if he wanted benefits, he could ask Ian through Catherine; there was no need to go through the Vanguard Navigator.

Catherine thought for a moment, then took out a pen and paper, wrote down a string of data, and handed it over: "Pay first, and I'll make arrangements after I see the payment."

"Okay!" Neil nodded.

Catherine said, "I'll go make the contact."

She walked aside, took out her phone, and called Ian: "Ian, it's me. The Vanguard Navigator is here. They say they have important documents... Yes, they want us to launch a full-scale attack immediately, preferably in the middle of it... They're willing to pay ten million. As soon as the operation begins, Behrman and I will each get one million. I agreed... Well, to be honest, I really want to shoot you and see if you're invulnerable... The transfer will take some time, so you'd better hurry."

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Inside the bank, Ian hung up the phone and looked at the body on the ground.

All three robbers are dead; now only Anbridge remains.

He nodded to Ambridge: "We can begin."

Ambridge nodded silently, put on the hood, and Ian, dressed in the same clothes and wearing a black hood, led Ambridge back to the hostages, punching and kicking him until he was back among the hostages.

He then left the room, closed all the doors, carried a bag to the office, the vault, the safe, and other places, and took out explosives from the bag to begin installation.

Inevitably, some US dollars and other worthless items were also discarded everywhere.

Having done all that, Ian removed his hood, changed back into his own clothes, and sat quietly in the corner waiting.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the phone rang again.

It's still Catherine's.

She said softly, "The money has arrived. I'm arranging a full-scale attack. Are you ready?"

Ian gave a soft "Mmm": "Okay."

Catherine did not hang up the phone.

She thought quietly for a while, then said, "Ian, you're becoming more and more unscrupulous in your actions."

Ian could understand her feelings.

Yes, I have indeed gone too far.

I used to try my best to appease them, only retaliating and not attacking.

However, as his status and power grew, his methods of doing things became increasingly ruthless.

Is this the result of habitually betraying one's conscience?

Who said getting rich leads to good character?

Some people become less classy the richer they are.

Because betraying their conscience is their bargaining chip for rising to power!

Fortunately, at least I still have a bottom line now, and I don't intend to hurt any more innocent people.

So he gently comforted her, saying, "This is a retaliation against the Jews."

"But Fairbairn did not offend you."

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"There will be offenses... well, really it doesn't matter, all Jews are enemies. Believe me, they have taken over America and are controlling the lives and deaths of Americans. The attack on Jews must be comprehensive, even indiscriminate. This is the salvation of the Ansar people!"

"Gal Gadot is also Jewish."

Ian smiled.

He looked up at the ceiling for a long while before saying, "I have saved her soul."

"Come on, you devil, you can't save anyone. Don't spout that nonsense to me anymore... You can conquer me, but you can't deceive me." Catherine muttered under her breath and hung up the phone.

Ian put away his phone, thought for a moment, and smiled.

"If you can conquer, why deceive? Isn't that how America is? From initially needing to reason with them, to later discovering that my strength had reached the point where reason was no longer necessary, they became increasingly unscrupulous... That's how people are! But Catherine, my darling, it's good that you reminded me; I will try my best to control myself."

He muttered to himself, closed his eyes, and quietly waited for that moment to arrive.

He no longer needs to use X-ray vision to see.

flutter!

A soft knocking sound came from the door, and a group of special police officers were carefully opening the bank's doors.

There was no one in the bank lobby; all the hostages had been moved to rooms.

The SWAT officers, fully armed and holding guns, kept approaching.

A SWAT officer approached the office, where the curtains were drawn. He carefully slipped a camera through the crack in the door and saw only three corpses lying inside.

The SWAT officer paused slightly, then said into the walkie-talkie, "Three people are dead, and their identities cannot be confirmed at this time."

The SWAT captain behind him waved his fist, and the SWAT officers continued forward, reporting in unison:

"Ten hostages were found in the first room on the left."

"Fifteen hostages were found in the second room on the right."

"No robbers found. Damn it, where are they?"

"Proceed carefully and make no noise."

"Prepare to rescue the hostages."

Just then.

boom!

A loud bang erupted.

Continuous explosions erupted from all directions. A special police officer who entered the office was thrown into the air. Fortunately, the force was not great, but it still caused the officer to cough up blood and fall unconscious.

An even bigger explosion came from the direction of the safe, the loud bang almost collapsing the entire room, with flames and shockwaves sweeping through, accompanied by the hostages' horrific screams.

In an instant, everyone was in chaos.

Amidst the billowing smoke, burning US dollars flew about, broken bricks and stones danced wildly, and endless scraps of paper drifted through the air.

Amidst the flames and shockwaves, large groups of hostages rushed out, screaming in agony, plunging the entire bank into chaos.

(End of this chapter)