American Gossip King

Chapter 318 So Ian can get injured too?

Tenet has it all sorted out; Ian's men can continue filming here.

Both roads have been blocked off, preventing other reporters from getting through, making this another exclusive story for Carl Media.

Ian and Jon Brown leaned against the car and chatted.

The wound on my arm has finally been stitched up.

Jon Brown looked at him suspiciously: "You really didn't save him?"

He was shocked when he received the message from Ian.

For a moment, he didn't want to do it.

After all, this is a very big deal.

But Catherine called him and told her father directly that Ian Carl was her man, the man she loved madly!

Past collaborations, his daughter's pleas, Ian's promises, and the aid of hypnosis... all these factors finally convinced Jon Brown to agree to this adventurous plan.

He just hadn't expected things to go so smoothly.

Since things are going so smoothly, some things can be expected.

Therefore, he felt no joy at the prospect of becoming a hero; instead, he felt only deep worry.

Ian Carl, you've gone too far.

Ian said calmly, "It wasn't me. As I said, this was a clue that Butterfly discovered by chance, and we decided to play along."

This lie is quite ordinary.

Jon Brown, as the FBI's intelligence chief, is not so easily fooled, but on the other hand, he needs to deceive himself.

This made him instinctively lower his IQ and choose to believe. Jon Brown nodded and said, "That's good! I believe you, Ian Carl. You're a very capable man, but unfortunately you're too much of a womanizer. I can't make you my son-in-law."

"I'll leave a child for Catherine," Ian smiled. "Next year, or the year after."

Jon Brown was speechless: "I didn't ask for that."

"But you'll like this, won't you?" Ian laughed. "That's more effective than any promise."

Jon Brown felt a sense of helplessness, as if what he said made a lot of sense, but he didn't really like it.

Well, at least I don't have to worry about the FBI director anymore.

So he nodded: "Then it's settled. You can go now. Leave the rest to us."

Ian gave a soft "hmm".

Just as he was about to leave, Jon Brown suddenly asked, "Would you fuck her?"

Ian paused, noticing that Jon Brown's gaze was fixed on Monica Bellucci.

She was staring intently at herself.

Under the firelight, this ball-shaped flower appeared exceptionally vibrant and captivating.

Ian smiled.

His gaze swept over Monica Bellucci, then he leaned closer to Jon Brown and said, "She's wet...yes, I am!"

Jon Brown muttered, "You could consider bringing me one; I'm all alone now."

"If you have time to visit Los Angeles, I'll treat you to a good time." Ian laughed and turned to leave.

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The William Morrison Hotel was no longer suitable for staying at, so Ian took Monica Bellucci to find a hotel near New York to stay at.

Ian only booked three rooms: two for Brydson and Van Nistel, and one for himself and Monica Bellucci.

He said nothing, and Monica Bellucci remained silent, as if everything was perfectly natural and self-evident.

The two entered the room, and Monica Bellucci personally took off his coat.

Looking at the wound on his left arm, she asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Ian smiled: "Pain is a man's glory."

As he spoke, he looked at his left arm and said, "It might leave a scar, and it will look a bit ugly."

Monica Bellucci gently kissed him: "Scars are a man's badge of honor."

As she spoke, she took off Ian's shirt.

Her movements were gentle and considerate.

As she removed his clothes one by one, Monica Bellucci's eyes shone as she looked at his muscular physique.

She said softly, "Let me wipe it for you."

As she spoke, she went into the bathroom, turned on the water, and began to wash Ian's body. As she did so, she whispered, "I'm not very good at this, so please forgive me if I don't do it well."

She had never taken care of anyone before, but at this moment it seemed as if she had learned it without a teacher.

Ian looked at her and chuckled, "You need to do more than just this; I'm not suited for big moves."

Monica Bellucci smiled and kissed Ian's chest: "You don't need to do it, I can do it myself."

She took off her clothes and soaked in the bathtub, the two of them naked.

Monica Bellucci gently caressed him, a perfect depiction of a beautiful woman's affection for a hero.

She cleaned everything for Ian.

She only gently helped Ian out of the water when he was almost out of breath.

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They embraced as they entered the room, where Monica Bellucci gently laid him down on the bed and slowly pressed herself against him.

So Ian closed his eyes and let out a satisfied groan.

………………

Because of his health, Ian wasn't too wild last night.

But the meticulous care from Monica Bellucci still made him feel incredibly comfortable.

She is indeed a stunning beauty.

I was too tired last night, and I didn't wake up until 10 a.m.

Ian turned on his computer and, sure enough, the news from last night was everywhere.

Unfortunately, since many media outlets already know about this, these news reports can no longer be released in installments, but rather in a concentrated manner. However, the specific video content will still be released gradually to continue to garner public attention.

As expected, there was a lot of discussion online.

"A disgrace! This is a disgrace to America!"

"They actually let Saddam Hussein escape! The American police are a bunch of useless idiots; all they do is oppress the people!"

"Idiot, that's not a prison guard's job, that's the Secret Service's responsibility!"

"They're all useless! The prison guards are useless too!"

"Ian Karl, how is this related to him again?"

"Saddam went to seek revenge on Ian Karl? That's ridiculous! Doesn't he know who Ian Karl is? He's more like a secret agent than a boss!"

"I heard Monica Bellucci is here too?"

Are you sure?

"This is a report from LANN, but they say the gunfight footage won't be released until tomorrow."

"Fuck! That's what I hate about Ian Carl, he never lets it all out at once."

"At least the FBI was good; that cop was exchanging fire with a handgun and a submachine gun."

"His name is Jon Brown, and I heard he's the father of that heroic female police officer in Los Angeles."

"A hero's father is also a hero!"

"Are you sure you're not mistaken, buddy? A hero's daughter is a hero too!"

"Shut up, there are no heroes in America, all police officers deserve to die!"

"What did Ian Karl do?"

"He did nothing because he was injured!"

"My God! Ian Carl got injured too?"

On this day, news of Saddam Hussein's prison break and Ian Karl's injury spread around the world.

Interestingly, the number of clicks on Ian Karl's injury story was even higher than that of Saddam Hussein's prison break!

Many people were surprised, realizing that Ian Carl could also get injured!

Ian Carl: ? ? ? When did I give you the illusion that I wouldn't get hurt?

(End of this chapter)