American Gossip King

Chapter 79 A High-Speed ​​Interview (Part 1)

Nowadays.

Los Angeles Herald office.

Ian was working when the phone suddenly rang.

It's Kreps.

Ian took it: "What is it?"

Rick Reps' voice was low on the phone: "Yesterday a few guys bought some guns from me, along with grenades and bulletproof vests."

Upon hearing about the bulletproof vest, Ian raised an eyebrow slightly.

This is about to be something big.

Leaning back in his boss's chair, he thought for a moment, then said into the phone, "Do you know where this is from?"

"I don't know. They're probably wandering ghosts from outside. Locals usually don't do this. We have our own business."

Yes, that's right. You guys run brothels, collect protection money, sell drugs, and engage in prostitution, etc. There's really no need for you to cause any big incidents. If there are any, it's just a fight over territory.

"Do you have any specific information about them?" Ian asked.

"They asked us to help them find a delivery person to pick them up at 3 p.m. in front of the Palos Bank on Billy Street."

"Wow," Ian whistled. "Well done, Kripps, I'm very pleased with your work. Who did you get them?"

"Bridesen, a retired racing driver."

Ian was stunned.

Isn't this just like the plot of a human trafficker?

Do bank robbers hire professional stunt drivers to get them out of there?

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Ian quickly said, "Find one for me too, someone with decent skills. Wait for me at the newspaper office at 2 PM."

"OK."

After hanging up, Ian quickly dialed another number: "Philip, wait for me at the newspaper office at 2 p.m. sharp. This time it'll be bigger."

"Okay, boss." In the rented room, Filippo put down the phone expressionlessly.

He picked up the camera and gently wiped it, as if he were cleaning a beloved gun.

At 2 p.m., Leso arrived at the newspaper office and saw a convertible SUV parked there.

A man in his thirties was sitting in the driver's seat, while Ian was sitting in the passenger seat.

Looking at Leso, Ian pointed to the back row and said, "You'll be in charge of filming in a little while; this time it's a live broadcast."

Leso got into the car, picked up the camera, and started filming, casually asking, "What's going to happen?"

Ian replied, "Gunfights, car chases, highway pursuits."

Leso exclaimed in surprise, "It's that big? You're going too?"

Ian nodded: "Of course, we'll be the best partners in the future."

Leso gave a soft "hmm".

Best partners, butterflies!

That once hopeless life finally bursts forth with new brilliance at this moment.

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Billy Street, Palos Bank.

After the SUV stopped nearby, the people inside remained silent.

The driver in charge of driving was named Balaster, a retired racing driver who didn't make much of a name for himself, so after retiring he joined a gang and specialized in helping cripples deliver goods.

This guy was also Black, and he was a bit of a chatterbox. He sat there and said, "I know Bledson, that guy is awful. If you'd like, boss, I guarantee I can catch up with him and knock him over."

Ian said, "That's not your job, nor is it my need."

Balaster sighed, "That's such a shame. By the way, boss, they won't be here until three o'clock. We still have half an hour. Would you like to listen to some music?"

"unnecessary."

"How about we get something to eat?"

"unnecessary."

As Ian spoke, he took out a monitor, placed it on his lap, and began to remotely control the cameras he had previously placed in the bank using a wire.

As long as the wire remains unbroken, the loss will be minimal.

Barrast leaned closer curiously: "Huh? Is this inside the bank? The camera is moving? Boss, how did you do that? Did you install a sliding rail underneath?"

Ian looked up at him, his eyes filled with displeasure.

Barrastre chuckled, "I just wanted to offer you some service."

Ian coldly replied, "Your best service is to shut up right now, and turn your head away!"

Balaster turned his head helplessly: "Alright, Kreps said he'll follow your arrangements... I'm actually not afraid of Kreps, but..."

"Shut up!" Ian roared.

Damn it, next time I need to get Kreps to arrange someone who doesn't gossip so much.

Black people are all about rap!

The miniature camera rolled gently in the corner, aiming its view at various parts of the business hall.

After locking onto the location, Ian waited quietly.

Time flies, and soon it was 2:55.

A car stopped in front of Palos Bank not far away, and three masked men got out.

Armed with guns and carrying bags, they rushed into the bank.

Upon seeing this, both the experienced staff and the person withdrawing money faced the wall, covered their heads, and squatted down.

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You don't even need to shout!

Perhaps disliking this unspoken agreement, one of the robbers, after storming into the bank, immediately fired at a security guard, shouting, "Everyone down! Hands behind your heads! The money belongs to the country, but your lives are your own!"

Bullshit!

This is a private bank!

At this shout, three robbers rushed over, grabbed a bank manager, and yelled, "Open the vault!"

The bank manager said tremblingly, "Yes, sir, but there isn't much money in there."

"Shut up and open the vault right now!" The leader of the robbers had already taken the bank manager away, while the other two robbers, one guarding the hostage and the other rushing to the counter to start taking cash from it.

The bandit guarding the hostages kept checking the time and shouted, "Three minutes left... two minutes! Lyle, you'd better hurry!"

"Shut up, don't call my name, you damn idiot!" came the bandit leader's shout from the vault.

The robber, who was telling the time, was somewhat quick-witted: "It's a fake name anyway!"

Everyone: "..."

The robbers inside the bank were still frantically rummaging through the money.

Outside, Ian and Balaster were watching the monitors, while Leso was observing.

Ian shook his head slightly: "A bunch of idiots. There's not much money in that vault. They'd be better off robbing the safes the guests have left. They could easily find a lot of wealth just by prying open a few of them."

Ballast asked in surprise, "You mean it's more valuable there?"

Ian nodded: "Of course, but it's not just money, more importantly, all kinds of documents, bearer bonds, and if you're lucky, you might also get some diamonds and jewelry, all high-end stuff."

Barrast clicked his tongue and shook his head: "He's not well-educated; he can't even rob a place properly."

Then his eyes lit up: "Look, it's Bledson, he's here!"

A black car was parked in the distance at the entrance. The driver was a bald white man wearing a hood, which he hadn't pulled down yet.

His face was somber, his gaze cold, and he looked very serious.

"He's not very talkative?" Ian asked.

Balaster nodded repeatedly: "Yes, this guy is a real taciturn fellow."

"I should have him serve me, and you could have sat over there," Ian sighed.

Balast wisely kept quiet.

Just then, someone inside shouted, "The car's here! Ten seconds left, let's go!"

The two thugs inside rushed out with bags on their backs.

The three rushed toward the black car, and the car shot off like an arrow the next moment.

Meanwhile, Ballast had already started his car and was giving chase, while Leso was carrying a camera and pointing it at the front.

"Give me the camera." Ian put away the monitor, took out a microphone, and said into the camera, "This is WND News Network bringing you live coverage. Just now, a robbery occurred at Palos Bank. Three robbers ransacked the bank and drove away in a black sedan, the one in front of us right now. Camera..."

Leso was still a bit inexperienced, and with Ian's reminder, he quickly aimed at the black vehicle ahead.

Ian continued, "It's that black Mercedes up ahead."

Balaster excitedly chimed in, "It's been modified, with a nitrous oxide boost at the rear, making it incredibly powerful!"

Ian gave him a cold look, thinking, "You talk too much!"

Balast wisely kept quiet.

(End of this chapter)