American Gossip King

Chapter 321 Saddam Years

dusk.

Inside an abandoned cabin in the suburbs of New York.

Ian entered the cabin and saw Amhaisan sitting there.

He laughed and gave Amherst a hug: "We did it!"

Amhaisan's tone was cold: "You succeeded, not me. For your money, I sacrificed two excellent soldiers!"

Even among terrorists, there are not many who are willing to sacrifice themselves.

Ian Carl’s terminal illness foundation cares for hundreds of terminally ill patients, but few are as courageous as Philileso and Kingie… Most people are just trying to survive one day at a time!

Even Vincent only went to his death when he was on the verge of collapse.

"Don't do that." Ian sat down without any hesitation.

He leaned naturally against the wall of the dilapidated wooden hut and said, "I just met with the president during the day and gave him an idea..."

He slowly recounted what he had told his story.

Amherst's face darkened: "So my men died for nothing? We worked so hard to damage the White House's prestige."

"So what? Can it change the status quo?" Ian scoffed. "George W. Bush will be president for another five years at most, and the next president still won't easily withdraw troops from Afghanistan. I've said before that this is a long-term war."

Amhaisan retorted angrily, "Then what's the point of our fight here?"

Ian's expression darkened: "The battle itself is meaningful! You demonstrate your existence, your indomitable spirit, and thus gain the trust of more people, drawing them to join you."

He shrugged and said, "Let's stop talking nonsense. Eminem, you lack political acumen. If an American politician were here, they would have grasped the crux of the matter from what I just said. And now, you actually need me to tell you!"

Amhaishan was taken aback.

Ian said, "The White House needs to clear its name, to prove the significance of voluntarily releasing Saddam, and to prove his collusion with terrorist organizations, which means they need to arrest even more people. They can't find you, so they can only arrest randomly. If I told you who they would arrest, and you were there to prepare in advance..."

Amhaishan's eyes lit up: "We can ambush them!"

"Fuck!" Ian cursed. "Use your brain! What's the point of killing a few FBI agents? The point is you can find evidence of their framing, understand?"

Amhaysan was stunned.

Ian looked at him: "The US government is persecuting innocent people to resolve the problems caused by Saddam's prison break, which will have a greater impact on the White House's reputation. Don't talk to me about other meanings; this is the biggest meaning!"

Amhaisan let out a long sigh of relief.

After a long pause, he said, "You're right, Ian Carl, that's the point. Thank you, I was asking too much of you."

Ian smiled with satisfaction: "So you see, it's simple. Either I tell you where they're going to arrest people, and you find the evidence they're using to frame you—but I won't release it; they can release it through Al Jazeera. Or I'll keep our agreement and reduce the price of the weapons I sell to you by one-third. You can only choose one!"

I knew it!

You damned, money-grubbing American bastard!

Amhaishan thought for a moment and said, "If it were you, which one would you choose?"

Ian answered without hesitation: "The second option. As I said, even if you take down George W. Bush, it won't make a difference. No matter which president comes to power, it won't change anything. Only if the war continues can you achieve victory. The second option will make you stronger and more enduring, while the first option is just pure revenge. The enemy will suffer because of it, but you yourselves will not benefit much."

Amhashan gently shook her head: "But I bet my boss would choose the first option."

Ian smiled slightly: "That's right."

Amhaisan looked at him questioningly: "If we choose the first option, it means there's a problem with your plan for Bush Jr., won't they hate you?"

Ian shook his head: "Of course not. My plan was perfect; the problem lay with the people carrying it out. Besides, Bush's reputation has been damaged again, so he'll only rely on me more. He still needs my help to win his re-election, and that allows me to make even more demands! That's politics. When my power reaches a certain level, even if they know I did it all... they can't do anything about it, and they might even need my help. Besides, Bush is widely considered the dumbest president; he couldn't possibly suspect anything!"

Amhaishan gave a wry smile: "I understand what you mean. Don't worry, I won't betray you."

No, you don't understand.

I'm never worried about you betraying me!

No one can identify me!

Ian smiled. "That's not what I'm asking for."

Amhaishan was puzzled: "I don't understand what you mean."

Ian leaned closer and whispered, "Media companies always need big news, and news also needs to be timely. Based on my observations and analysis, there won't be any good news in 04... the European Cup, the Olympics, but not much value. Public news has never been valuable. I need exclusive news, those exclusive bombshell stories that others want to do but can't, not the same old repetitive stuff... the car chase case is already in its fourth installment. I can't always be the one creating the explosions... this kind of thing can't become a habit, two or three a year is about right."

You're actually pretty self-disciplined??

Amhaisan looked at him suspiciously: "Could you explain it more clearly?"

Ian chuckled softly, "I want to interview Bin Laden! Can you help me make the connection?"

Amhazan was dumbfounded.

What kind of divine request is this?

Ian Karl nodded confidently: "This year he's with Saddam and his colleagues, next year he'll be drinking and chatting with Bin Laden. Ian Karl, the eternal god-level news creator!"

Amkhani cried out, "No! That's impossible! You betrayed Saddam, they won't believe you!"

"That's because I've never been his ally, but I'm your ally!" Ian said casually.

He patted Amhaishan on the shoulder and laughed, "You have a year to prepare."

………………

The latest novel is first published here!

The next day.

The video of the William Morrison Hotel shooting has finally been released.

Although they already knew the plot, the fact that they could finally see the visuals was still incredibly exciting for many.

The thrilling car chases, gunfights, and the faint silhouette of Saddam Hussein visible through the clean rear window of the car thrilled countless viewers.

"This is the best news I've ever seen!"

"Isn't the best news the day Saddam is accompanied?"

"Idiot, they're all from the same series, the Saddam series."

"This year is Saddam's year!"

"What a pity that the damned tyrant didn't stand trial."

People were discussing it, and at the same time, they were once again impressed by Ian Karl's heroic fight against Saddam.

"He actually charged straight at Saddam! A true warrior!"

"Idiot Saddam, his marksmanship is terrible, he couldn't even hit Ian."

"Dude, you sound like you're really unhappy with Ian Carl?"

"No, I just look down on his marksmanship."

"This was the closest Ian Carl ever came to death."

"Wasn't he closest to death on United Airlines Flight 77?"