The Wolf of Los Angeles

Chapter 111 Rules are used to trample on

West Los Angeles, Atel Mountain Shooting Range.

The brand new AR-15 was pressed against the shoulder, Hawke aimed slightly, pulled the trigger, and the bullet case jumped out of the semi-automatic rifle, and the bullet kept flying out of the muzzle, hitting the static gun target fifty meters away.

The magazine was quickly empty.

Hawke pulled off the empty magazine, took off the soundproof headset, and asked Erica, who also took off the headset: "How is the grade?"

Erica raised her thumbs up at him: "Full ring!"

Hawke pressed bullets on the magazine: "I went back to Wyoming some time ago, went into the mountain and tried it, and fired only five shots and killed four coyotes."

"I heard that Wyoming is vast and sparsely populated, and wildlife is flooded." Erica put on her headset, put her AR on a magazine, and came to the target: "Your ranch is harassed? I can go Help you solve the difficulties.”

She raised her gun, putting the stock on her shoulder, and slamming the magazine in one breath at a faster speed than Hawk.

Hawke looked at the electronic scoring machine, waited for Erica to take off her headset, and said, "Full ring, it took two seconds shorter than me."

Erica put down her gun and saw that there was no one around her, and said softly, "I prefer hunting live creatures than the target that stands still."

"It's a pity that you can't help my ranch." Hawke knew the purpose of Erica's words and said directly: "Last time I went back, I just bought the small ranch that was taken away by the bank after my parents died, and entrusted it to me. Intermediary company management.”

Erica picked up the new magazine, put it on the gun, and smiled at Hawk: "It's okay, just hunt."

Hawke continued to pull: "It is said that there are brown bears in the nearby mountains."

Erica was interested: "I think of a way to see if I can get a hunting place."

The gunshots rang again.

As noon approached, the two of them fired more than 100 bullets respectively.

Erica packed up her guns and said to Hawk, "I'm so busy lately and don't have time to practice guns. The rate of fire is obviously not as fast as mine."

Hawke agrees: “You can only maintain the feel when you practice regularly.”

Erica offered: "You allow time, we come here to practice guns two to three times a week? I feel very good about playing guns with you."

"Yes." Hawke replied, "I just made a big order. I treat you at noon. What do you want to eat?"

Erica said, "I will go to the ward inspection office in the afternoon, so I can have a simple meal."

The two went back to change their training uniforms and drove to a nearby Mexican restaurant. They ordered some meals and chatted while eating.

Erica said, "I haven't thanked you for the last time the computer repairman case, so I made it a hit again."

"You're welcome, let's help each other." Hawke greeted him in advance: "I need publicity here, so you also reserve time for him to accept media interviews."

Erica thought of the hottest entertainment news in Los Angeles in the past month, and couldn't help but lower her voice and said, "How did you come up with such a PR promotion method? I was shocked when you asked Brian to convey the maintenance worker to surrender. Yes, can media publicity be done like this?”

Hawke said roughly: "The situation between the parties involved is too bad, so they can only find another way and think of some special solutions."

"The effect is very good. That Alison is one of the most popular singers this month." Erica couldn't help laughing: "Bryan praised you and said that he could hype the super scandal into a hot spot. You are the only one who can do it in Los Angeles.”

She leaned closer, looking very close to Hawke, and spoke as if sharing a secret: "He knew I would tell you to deliberately use this method to help him."

Hawke also approached a little, "It's okay, when he comes to me, I'll ask for a big deal, at least seven figures."

Erica started to pull again: "This is just right, so we have the funds to go out for wilderness hunting."

"You still have to wait for the threat from the Mule Gang to be cleared." Hawke naturally turned the topic to the Mule Gang: "Have LAPD been doing well?"

Erica could not say in detail, so she could only talk about it roughly: "I cleaned up three large strongholds and five small bulk cargo offices, and arrested dozens of people, but the Mexican gangs are not easy to deal with, and they are particularly fierce, and there are a few My colleague was injured in the action.”

She retreated, picked up her cup and drank a sip of water, and continued, “There are too many Mexicans in Los Angeles and Southern California, and it’s hard to dig them out completely.”

Hawke nodded slightly and said, "I may have a clue here, but I can't confirm it yet."

Hearing this, Erica reminded: "You are in business, don't get involved with the Mule Gang. This is LAPD's job."

"We were already mortal enemies with the Mule Gang during the last yacht." Hawke looked firm: "We will be safe by hitting them out of Los Angeles as much as possible."

He talked about Campos in general, and took out the photo to Erica: "Check him."

Erica took a photo, sent a MMS out, and then made a phone call.

When the lunch was about to end, Erica called back. After answering the call, she said to Hawk: "The situation is true. There have been many similar incidents in Mexico, and there have been mayors who advocated drug control. , a vicious incident of being shot and killed by drug dealers. "

Hawke reminds: "You must be careful, too."

"I'm very careful," Erica said again. "Practicing guns every week is also to keep the feel."

Hawke went to checkout.

The two of them came out of the restaurant, Erica got into Hawke's car and returned to the shooting range to pick up the car.

During this period, she said: "This is the clue you found. The first thing we have to consider is not reporting upwards, but how to do it is in your interest."

"Our interests," Hawke said.

"Yes, our interests." Erica felt very comfortable: "I won't report this matter upward. Wait for the exact news here, aren't you good at operating? You can think about what to do if you really find clues Only by doing both of us can you benefit.”

"I'm going to think about it." Hawke completely agreed.

As for the life and death of the Mexicans, Erica didn't care much.

She only cares about Hawke: "Don't come out, don't go to that parking lot."

Hawke could hear that she was kind and said, "Campos is an expert in this field, and I will only cause trouble."

Erica's family education gave her a sense of how to motivate people: "You tell Campos that if something really gains, LAPD will help him solve his identity problem."

The two returned to the shooting range to get the gun bags with long spears, and each got in the car and left.

On the way back, Hawke remembered the call Caroline called yesterday, notified the accountant to transfer money to Miss Me's bank account.

Miss Me quickly called to express her gratitude.

Hawke entered East Hollywood and Brian Ferguson called.

He asked, "Do you have time? Come out and drink."

Hawke asked, "Which place, the name of the bar."

"Kovina." Brian said the address: "Citrus Bar."

The place is a bit far away, Hawke said, "You are on the southeast, can't you come to West Los Angeles?"

Brian has his own considerations: "Come and take a look at the small rural town where I live."

Hawke went east along Santa Monica Avenue, turned on the St. Bernard Land Expressway, continued eastward, out of the city limits of Los Angeles, and came to the small town in the easternmost part of Los Angeles County.

Kovina is famous for its citrus industry.

The Citrus Bar is located on the widest main street in the town, with a huge citrus sign standing on the roof, which is particularly eye-catching.

Hawke parked his car and entered the bar gate.

In the afternoon, there were not many people in the hotel. He saw Brian sitting in front of the bar at a glance, and went over and pulled out his high chair and sat next to him.

Brian asked, “What do you want to drink?”

The middle-aged bartender automatically interrupted: "How about trying citrus wine? It is a specialty of pure hand-made citrus bar. You will definitely leave a deep impression after drinking it."

"Get a glass." Hawke took the wine brought by the bartender, looked at the orange wine, tasted it, and praised politely: "It's great, unique in flavor."

"This wine is more like a dessert drink, with too much sugar added to the brew," Brian said.

The middle-aged bartender was dissatisfied: "Do you want to hit me every time?"

"This guy is used to it," Hawke said.

The middle-aged bartender smiled and went somewhere else.

Hawke picked up his glass and asked, "Why did you suddenly invite me to come and have a drink?"

Brian clinked with him: "These days, I have been reviewing your entire operation process. The more I think about it, the more I am amazed. I have met with you in my life."

"No need to say good things." Hawke simply and directly: "You want to find me to settle the bad things for you. There is nothing to say, pay for it." Brian took a sip of wine and said, "I'll help you chase Erica, she It's hard to deal with. No one has ever dealt with her for so many years."

Hawke shook his head, "No, I can do it."

But Brian smiled, "Maybe I can't help you, but it's easy to destroy it."

Hawke sneered: "Will you do this? All your early investment in me is in vain! Man, think about it, is it worth it for you to do so many bad things with me?"

"A whole month, a month!" Brian raised a finger and emphasized, "I followed you around and made a romantic movie, and I just paid for work."

Hawke patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay, man, let's talk about why you look for me."

Both of them were not fuel-efficient lamps, and Brian said, “After drinking, let’s go out for a walk.”

After drinking a glass of wine, Hawke followed Brian out of the bar, without driving, walked north along the main road of the town, and soon arrived on the highest hill in the center of the town.

Standing high and looking at the whole town, Brian said: "This kind of small town is far away from the hustle and bustle of the metropolis and is particularly quiet. The biggest feature of Kovina is the citrus plantation and the supporting processing industry, which is more like orange than Orange County. county."

Citrus are planted in the small square, and by September, the oranges have grown up.

Hawke asked knowingly, "Are you going to invest in the citrus industry?"

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

"I'm not interested in doing business." Brian stopped in front of an orange tree, picked a leaf, placed it in front of his nose and sniffed it: "Next year, the term of mayor of this town is over, and I plan to run for the election."

He looked at Hawke: "How is it? Are you interested in coming and helping me?"

Hawke didn't answer, jumped up the steps on one side, stood high, and looked around the city.

The houses here are all unique families, and the tallest building is the church.

He asked, "Why choose this place with your family's resources?"

Brian also jumped onto the stairs and stood side by side with Hawke: "The big family has many resources and many people, and resources cannot be wasted. People who are incompetent will stand aside by taking dividends. If you want to obtain resource support, you must prove that you have such ability."

He smiled and said, "It's not necessary to prove how smart you are, but let them see that you're not a fool."

Hawke asked seriously, "No resources at all?"

"Of course there will be some, but don't expect too much, I've lived too freely before, so I can't expect them to invest too much in me," Brian said.

Speaking of this, he gave an example: "Erika proved her ability and will inevitably be promoted again this year, the 22-year-old sheriff."

Hawke knew very well that Erica had a good relationship with Brian and said deliberately, "This is what she fought back on the yacht."

Brian pointed to the town: "I also have to prove that I am not a fool who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, so that I can get more resources."

There are some things that Hawke needs to say before: "Brian, we just worked together a month ago. You have some understanding of my style of doing things. If you want to do things according to the rules, it is recommended that you don't look for me, otherwise we can't cooperate."

"Rules? Are rules not used to restrain the poor and the rich to trample on them?" Brian laughed: "In the past few years, there are no rules in the elections in the United States, except for direct personal and physical attacks."

"It will be more excessive than these now, and there will be no bottom line," Hawke said.

Brian did not hesitate at all: "As long as you don't engage in physical physical attacks, I don't care about the rest."

Hawke said, "There is another suggestion. Take care of you and don't do anything. Even if you do it, you have to finish it well. It's not worth it."

"No problem." Brian said: "As long as the money is in place, nothing else is a problem. They are very strict. When talking about the process of getting to power, they will say that it is achieved through hard work and never talk about the place of struggle. Not on set.”

Hawke said intentionally: "Since it will expire next year, my friend, you still have enough time to raise money, and I charge very expensive."

Brian jumped off the steps and said, "Go back and have a drink, and take you to a good place tonight."

Hawke asked, "Where to go?"

"There is a club in the neighboring city of Elmond," Brian said as he walked. "There are a few imitators of Tita Vantis, who will perform there tonight."

Hawke was interested: "That Tita, who is known as the stripper queen?"

Brian said: "Yes, it's just that she... is not right. She is a few actresses who imitate her. Although her name is not as big as Tita, she has a better appearance and figure."

The two had dinner in Kovina, drove to a much larger town west, and bought tickets to the club.

There are many people here, many of them are women, and they all look serious, as if they are enjoying artistic performances.

Tonight, two actresses appeared, performing feather dance and champagne bath respectively.

The former covers up, that's it.

The latter has many highlights.

An actress with a very good figure and looks bathed in a fully transparent champagne-shaped crystal bathtub with a high height.

Sitting in the box, Brian whispered, "You can take one of them away for just $10,000."

Hawke said, "Just look at it, I'm not interested in public goods, AIDS is too common." He asked Brian on purpose: "Man, you don't use public goods often, are you strongly recommended that you go for a physical examination, Hollywood It seems that someone conceals the fact that he suffers from AIDS, and I haven't found out who it is."

"Aren't you kidding me?" Brian was inexplicably panicked. He originally wanted to pay for one to take back, but now he is no longer interested.

Although Hawke was intimidating, he was not nonsense: "Go and make an appointment for a physical examination, so you will be relieved. If you don't do it, can you eat and sleep in the future?"

Brian took out his cell phone and sent a text message. Not to mention that he would have insomnia tonight.

After the show ended, Hawke said goodbye to Brian and drove back to Los Angeles.

Brian was restless, called a 24-hour hospital and drove to Irvine Bay overnight.

When he was having a physical examination and drawing blood, Brian scolded Hawke ten thousand times in his heart.

This **** always likes to hit him.

But for some reason, Brian thought this kind of getting along was also quite interesting.

Fake! He slapped himself, and he was addicted to being PUA, right?

On the other side, Hawke drove back to East Hollywood, and his car was parked on the side of Fountain Street, and he was also restless.

Although it sounds nice, the dance I just watched is obviously designed by professional LSPs to capture the weaknesses of men to perform.

Plus the actresses are so beautiful that they are so beautiful.

Hawke looked at the time and took out his cell phone and sent a text message.

"Tonight, your house."

After waiting for a while, Megan Taylor replied: "You come to Fox Building to wait for me."

Hawke started the car, entered Beverly Hills, and came to the side door of the Forks Building.

This is not very eye-catching, and it is far from the parking lot and the underground parking lot exit.

Shortly after 11:30, Megan Taylor came out of the building, looked around and came to Mondeo, opened the door and got into the co-pilot.

Hawke drove straight to Westwood District, turned on West Olympic Avenue, and entered Meghan's house.

As soon as the electric door was closed, his hand fell on Megan's leg.

The two kissed wildly in the car.

But the space in the car is limited, and Hawk and Meghan are both tall and big, so they can't even play it out.

Megan pushed Hawke away slightly, gasped quickly, and asked, "Are you so excited?"

Hawk pulled her out of the car, entered the room and went to close the curtains, saying, "I was stimulated in the morning. I had social events in the evening and went to see a performance again, and I was covered in fire."

Megan was curious: "What kind of performance?"

"Similar to Tita Wantis, it looks very artistic, but it is actually very tempting." Hawkra died of all the curtains.

He turned around and noticed the music was ringing, Megan opened the buttons on the slim suit.

In the exciting music, Meghan showed her dancing skills.

Hawke discovered that the performances in the club were far from that at this moment.

Tonight, Meghan worked very hard and took the initiative.

From a physical perspective alone, the two are so compatible.

(End of this chapter)