American Gossip King

Chapter 96 Shot

Because of his concern about shorting the lira, Ian immediately called Gaskell after leaving the fire.

Gaskell told him he would be home in two hours and asked him to wait for him at home.

So Ian went straight to Gaskell's house, where Lena happened to be home. She excitedly rushed over to him when she saw him.

She wore a sexy long dress, revealing a large expanse of beautiful skin, like a wife who had been waiting patiently, offering all her passion: "I saw the news, you saved another innocent little girl, you are amazing."

Ian lifted Lena's ample hips and carried her to the bed: "I saw the news as soon as it was released."

Lena clung tightly to Ian's neck, giving him a passionate kiss: "I've been keeping up with everything about you. I read WND every day, and I just saw the news."

The news of rescuing a little girl from a fire is worthless, and Catherine's poor filming skills only made the story less valuable.

However, what's truly valuable is Ian Carl himself.

As one of America's most famous and award-winning journalists, who is rumored to be a Pulitzer Prize contender, rushing into a burning building to save a little girl still attracts a lot of attention—the significance of news sometimes lies not only in the event itself, but also in the people involved!

This is what is meant by the celebrity effect.

Although it didn't bring much economic benefit, it did improve Ian's reputation considerably.

Ian Smith's past infamy, including his cold-blooded interviews involving burning torches and the desecration of corpses, is well-known, but also somewhat tainted.

However, the cases of saving innocent girls in the Blazer case, the suicide attempt of a teenager, and rescuing a little girl from a fire have caused his reputation to rebound somewhat.

Ian Carl thus became one of the most contradictory people in the United States.

On one hand, he is a cold-blooded and ruthless journalist who can continue to interview people who are about to die; on the other hand, he is a journalist with a strong sense of justice who is still willing to do his best to save the innocent.

This has led to polarized public opinion about him.

Ian welcomed this, saying: Celebrities should be controversial, that's how they maximize their profits!

Without controversial celebrities, there are no sensational news stories.

That's how it is now. What was originally a trivial news story about rescuing people from a fire has become quite a spectacle because it was done by Ian Carl.

At this moment, Ian laughed and said, "That's the biggest advantage of the news network. All the news can be released immediately. In comparison, television and newspapers can't do that. You have to wait a day for a newspaper, even if it's divided into morning, noon and evening editions, you still have to wait at least six hours. Television is about the same. The internet is different. You can write and publish instantly. If the speed is fast, it can indeed be out within an hour of an event happening."

Lena bit him hard and pushed him onto the bed: "Don't tell me about your news. I don't want to hear about the operations. It's you! You bastard, taking risks time and time again!"

Ian was speechless as he watched Lena pounce on him and frantically tear at his clothes.

Didn't you just say I was a hero?

First they were happy because I was a hero, then they were worried and wouldn't let me go?

Okay, that's very womanly.

Lena complained as she quickly stripped Ian of his clothes and pounced on him passionately.

Feeling Lena's enthusiasm, Ian couldn't help but think: Even if the old man had no disabilities, he couldn't handle you!

But feeling that passion, Ian's heart was also burning with fervor.

A union based on love is especially wonderful.

They rolled around like that, releasing their sweat, exchanging passion and everything else, until finally, the storm subsided, and Lena lay panting on the bed.

Her hair was disheveled, but her eyes were filled with adoration and contentment.

She said softly, "You're even better than before."

"I've been working out a lot lately," Ian replied.

Lena lay in Ian's arms, teasing him with her full, soft breasts, and whispered, "I look forward to your next struggle."

Ian smiled and shook his head: "I'm afraid that won't work, Gaskell is coming back."

"I can have him come back later," Lena replied with a grin.

Ian: "..."

Lena actually picked up the phone.

The call connected, and Lena said, "Honey, are you back?"

Gaskell chuckled, "I'm having a drink at the tavern at the crossroads, wanna join me?"

Lena replied, "Okay, Ian and I will be there soon."

She hung up the phone, hugged Ian and kissed him, saying with some reluctance, "I guess he came by before, but didn't want to bother us."

Ian smiled and said, "Then let's go for a walk together."

The two got dressed and left the house, walking along the street.

They soon arrived at the tavern at the street corner, where, sure enough, the old man was sitting alone, drinking.

When they arrived, Gasker smiled and waved to them.

Just as Lena was about to run over, a black sedan suddenly sped towards them.

Ian grabbed Lena, and the next moment they saw several guns suddenly emerge from the black sedan and open fire on the pub.

"Ah!" Lena screamed in fright.

Amidst the frenzied gunfire, the tavern's windows shattered from the gunfire, and the drinking patrons collapsed one after another.

The car had already sped past like lightning.

Ian stared at the car in horror. "Damn it, if it suddenly opened fire on me, I'd be dead too!"

Just then, Lena cried out in surprise, "Gaskol!"

The latest novel is first published here!

She lunged forward and saw Gasker lying in a pool of blood.

Ian felt a chill and rushed over to hug Gaskell, only to see that he had been shot in the head and was bleeding profusely.

"No!" Lena screamed, covering her mouth.

For a moment, Ian and Lena both thought Gaskell was dead.

But at that moment, Gaskell's eyelids twitched.

Ian was overjoyed and shouted, "He's not dead yet! Call an ambulance!"

Everyone was in a flurry of activity, and without his intervention, someone was already calling for an ambulance.

Ian hugged Gaskell and cried, "Hold on, Gaskell, Gaskell, you're my good friend, my mentor, you've taught me so much and helped me so much... I won't let you die, no matter what, you have to live on. You're only sixty, you have to live at least another thirty years!"

He called out in this way, and Gaskell seemed to hear it, his fingers twitching slightly.

Ian was overjoyed.

The sound of an ambulance wailing came from afar, and Ian carried Gaskell towards it.

Two paramedics helped Gaskell onto a stretcher, with Ian and Lena nearby.

Lena was crying her eyes out, curled up in Ian's arms.

The doctor next to him put a breathing mask on Gasker while trying to stop the bleeding.

After examining Gaskell's wound, the doctor exclaimed, "The bullet didn't fly out; it's lodged in his head. He'll probably need brain surgery!"

Lena was horrified: "He's already sixty years old, he can't hold on."

The doctor shook his head repeatedly: "This is the only option. By the way, what's your relationship to him?"

Lena replied, "I am his wife."

The doctor gave Ian a strange look, then said, "He's lucky. When he gets to the hospital, they'll have him sign a waiver! Otherwise, the surgery can't be performed. If you're not there, you'll miss the window."

Ian's heart skipped a beat.

He said, "If there were no bullets, could he have survived without brain surgery?"

The doctor replied, "Usually, this situation would result in immediate death. Since he's still alive, it means he wasn't hit in a fatal area, which is incredibly fortunate. But if the bullet isn't removed, it might travel around in his head and eventually lead to death! So, without craniotomy, the chance of death is 99%, but with craniotomy, it's hard to say; it depends on its exact location. I'm not an expert in this area, so I can't give you an answer."

Ian narrowed his eyes slightly, activating his X-ray vision. He could clearly see the bullet lodged in Gaskell's skull, and if he used the silk thread...

He grabbed Gaskell's head and pulled back the bandage to stop the bleeding. A nurse nearby shouted, "Don't touch him!"

The next moment, Ian raised his hand and said, "Maybe we don't need brain surgery."

A bullet was already in his hand.

(End of this chapter)