The Wolf of Los Angeles

Chapter 116: At the heart

Silver Lake Community, Walmart Supermarket.

At the entrance, Hawke saw Caroline rushing over and handed her the shopping cart: "Push."

Caroline subconsciously caught the car, and then realized that something was wrong: "Hey, hey, hey."

Hawke reminded: "Wrong."

Caroline opened her mouth and subconsciously said, "What..."

She quickly covered her mouth and looked around, and suddenly she found that there was a rather sloppy old man on the other side, staring at her with malicious intentions.

Caroline pulled down Chanel's windbreaker, shook hermes bag, and glared at the old man fiercely.

Frank shook his head: "I don't look very smart when I hate the poor and love the rich."

"We can't have too high demands on a baby ewe," Hawk said.

Frank pushed the car into the supermarket.

"Let's go." Hawke followed.

Caroline hated her toothache, but thinking of her next big business of making money, Hawke had not come up with a plan yet, so he could only push the cart to follow.

The group headed straight to the diet area.

Hawke picked some sugar-free or low-sugar foods and put them in Caroline's cart.

Caroline came over and signaled with her eyes: "You have made friends with everyone."

"You're really not very smart," Hawke whispered: "Everyone has his use, and the **** who followed me was what he discovered."

Caroline understood: "What I use to you is to attract customers?"

Hawke shook his head: "No, your greatest function can make me happy."

These words made Caroline grind her teeth. Hawk was so happy, but she was so angry that she wanted to bleat every time.

Frank was not polite to Hawk at all. He was full of trolleys and called Caroline over and continued to load it in.

Hawke had no gentlemanly at all, so he let Caroline push the cart as a coolie.

While Frank went to get the beer, Caroline asked the question she wanted to ask the most today: "Have you thought of a solution for Steve?"

"I've been busy with other things these days, wait a little bit." Hawke is also observing social dynamics: "If you want to cause a sensation again, what you do must be different."

Caroline fully agrees with this.

Two shopping carts were full, three of them came to the cashier, and Hawk headed to check out.

Caroline gritted her teeth, as if she was bleeding, and said, "I bought the order today."

Hawke looked at her gritting expression, "Don't force it."

Caroline said, “I’m willing.”

While scanning the code to check out, an old black man suddenly ran out of the supermarket.

This guy is a **** man, carrying a bag of things, wanting to run but can't run fast.

Not long after he ran out, a black security guard rushed out next to him, shouting to let him stand and taking out the Taser at his waist.

The electric shock dart shot out, and Lao Hei fell to the ground tremblingly.

"Did you see it?" Frank was still scared of Edward and deliberately asked about trouble: "Sooner or later, your cotton-picking subordinate will become like this."

But Hawke said, "I think it will be the other way around. You are the one lying on the ground trembling."

It seems that California has not yet issued relevant bills, and zero-dollar purchases are not popular today.

Lao Hei also has a pitfall in his mind and comes to places like Walmart.

Frank and Caroline pushed the shopping cart and when they came out of the supermarket, Hawke took a closer look at Lao Hei who was lying on the ground.

The guy's trouser legs were blown up by the wind, revealing half of his prosthetic limbs.

The other real foot, wearing slippers, was dirty.

Caroline passed by and quietly fanned her nose. The lamb's hooves quickly landed on the ground like a drum, and walked out far in a few breaths.

When Hawk followed from behind, she said, "It's dirty and smelly, what's so good about it? It's just a country bumpkin like you..."

Hawke said, "Shut up."

Caroline was angry and shouted, "What--"

Hawke glanced at the woman whose head was kicked by a sheep's hoof and said, "Go and tell Steve that I have a plan and let him wait patiently for a few days."

"I'll call him later." Caroline pushed the shopping cart to the back of Mondeo, waiting for Hawke to open the trunk and automatically load things in it.

Hawke stood beside him and drank water.

While pretending, Caroline felt something was wrong. In the past, when she went shopping by herself, she watched the whole process. Didn’t the two assistants Sasha and Amanda work on their hands?

Hawke waited until Caroline and Frank finished filling the things and sent her away: "You go and do it."

Caroline got on her own red Mercedes-Benz and sat in the driver's seat for a while.

A feeling became clearer and clearer, and his life gate was firmly held by that **** Hawke.

Caroline was a little annoyed, but then she thought about it and felt relieved again.

It doesn't matter if you make money.

...

This time when shopping, Hawke not only filled his own refrigerator, but also filled the refrigerator on Frank's RV.

Frank took out his newly bought sausage, raised the beer that had just been stuffed into the refrigerator, and said, "I'll treat you at noon."

Hawke looked at the thing he had just bought from Walmart supermarket and said, "You are so generous!"

"You have to experience the feeling of a poor man." Frank asked specifically: "How many millions have you made when you come to Los Angeles?"

Hawke vaguely said, "It must be enough for seven figures."

He hasn't calculated it carefully, but since he came to Los Angeles, all his income will definitely exceed $4 million.

Frank was a little surprised: "More than I expected." He asked instead: "Didn't you think about expanding it?"

Hawke was very clear-headed: "It is inevitable to expand the scale, but not now. I am also learning how to run a studio. If the capabilities and resources are not matched, and if you rashly expand the scale, you will only die miserably."

Frank put the chopped sausages and the bagged barbecue on the plate, and put them on the table with a little fruit, and said, "You are more calm than I think, not the kind of young man who is easy to float."

The King of Forced Kings is online unconsciously: "I have seen many young people with talent who make a lot of money in the first year of starting a business and can't wait to expand the company. In the end, they can't even afford the salary of their employees. Instead, they are as stable as me. , can achieve great success and become a big shot in the industry."

Hawke decided to let him pretend, picked up the beer and clinked the glass with Frank: "One day I will expand the scale and ask you to be a consultant. You cannot own property. I will take care of your food, accommodation and transportation."

But Frank said, "You are plotting against me again and want to use the little resources behind me."

Hawke said openly: "It's a waste to keep it."

A Maserati president drove into the parking lot at this time, drove towards the RV, and parked in the nearby empty parking space.

The car door opened and a short and particularly majestic Mexican woman got out of the car.

She was wearing high heels and was rushing when she walked, and the mountain seemed to collapse and hit the instep.

When normal people see her, they will definitely pay attention to Wei'an.

Only Quentin's pervert would pay attention to his feet.

Hawke has watched "A New Dawn", so he knows this woman, Salma Hayek, and Frank almost suffocates his lover to death.

Now, the king of force is not bragging.

Although Hawke wanted to eat melons, he drank all the beer in his cup and stood up and said, "I'll go back for lunch."

Salma Hayek nodded at him with a smile, and Hawk responded politely and walked back.

Frank suddenly thought of something and told Hawk: "Don't tell the cotton planter."

Hawke waved his hand casually and left.

Salma Hayek's voice came from behind: "So you are hiding here. If you hadn't asked someone for information from Mexico, I wouldn't have found you."

Frank called her into the car: "Speak up, don't let people watch the fun."

Hawke returned to the studio, sat by the window, flipped out his telescope and looked at the parking lot opposite.

The RV curtains are closed and nothing can be seen.

"Missive, you don't even let the cows eat dead grass!" Hawke cursed and put down his telescope.

He went upstairs and took a nap for a moment. He heard something happening at the door and immediately woke up, looked out of the window and found that Edward was coming.

Hawke simply washed downstairs, and Edward was sitting in front of the window, holding a telescope to observe.

Edward heard the noise and said, "Boss, come and see. I found that old bastard's ex-wife, right in front of the RV."

Hawke came to the window and said, "That's Salma Hayek, his lover."

"He didn't introduce him to me, but I'm sorry I treat him as a friend!" Edward put down his telescope: "I'll go over and say hello to them."

Hawke thought that Frank didn't even let the melons eat, and said, "Let's go together."

The two went out and quickly walked across Fountain Street and into the parking lot.

Frank saw Edward from a distance and urged Salma: "Get in the car and leave."

Salma pointed at Hawke and Edward: "Aren't they your friends?"

Hawke waved, "Won't you introduce it?" Edward smiled at Frank and said two lines of big white teeth.

Salma met Hawk, shook hands, and introduced herself: "Salma Hayek, an actor."

Hawke came over and not just to eat melons, but to give her the business card: "Hawke Osmon, the founder of West Coast Media Entertainment Studio, is engaged in crisis public relations consulting and business strategic planning."

"West Coast Media Entertainment Studio? Hawke Osmon?" Salma said seriously: "I've heard of you that selfie doors are very successful PR operations."

Without waiting for Edward to introduce himself, Frank came over and urged: "You can leave now."

Salma was helpless and had to say sorry and get in the car and leave.

Edward came over and hugged Frank's shoulder: "Is this your ex-wife?"

Frank opened his hand and said, "No!"

He turned around the RV, and without waiting for Edward to follow him, he closed the door with a bang, then opened a window, took out a slingshot obtained from Hawk, and pointed it at Edward: "If you don't leave, I'll **** you!"

Edward was not to be outdone: "Salma Hayek, I remember."

Hawke turned around and left, quickly staying away from the RV.

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

Sure enough, Frank picked up a steel ball, pulled down the rubber band casually, and called Edward, which scared Edward to run away quickly.

After leaving the parking lot, Hawke said to Edward, "Go and go to the police station."

Edward's Cadillac has become a business car for the studio.

Good buddy Donnie will definitely like it when he knows it.

Edward drove the car and asked, "Boss, isn't that really Frank's ex-wife?"

Hawke said: "Frank bragged about some things, but he still believed some things. He turned against his ex-wife and had a good relationship with Salma Hayek, which probably wasn't."

Edward sighed, "Forget it, it's boring."

"What's going on with Deborah?" Hawke asked.

Edward said: "I encouraged Indio Downey to sign up for Taekwondo with me so that I can beat Downey's son openly."

Hawke gave the Savior a thumbs up.

When he arrived at the police station, Susie was already waiting here.

Soon, Megan Taylor came over with a crew.

Everyone went to the evidence room together to film the LAPD's seizure in Venice yesterday.

Tonight, Ace News will continue to track the reports.

Susie found Hawke and said, "The charity exhibition you mentioned has been approved, and it is initially scheduled for this weekend, the Griffith Exhibition Hall."

Hawke said, "Where is the society's thank you meeting?"

"Saturday showcased on Saturday," Susie said, "a thank you meeting on Sunday night."

She took out the invitation from her briefcase: "Welcome to attend."

Hawke accepted: "It's very efficient."

Susie smiled. Of course, it is very efficient when doing money.

Hawke opened the invitation and found a card inside.

Susie said, "The last upgrade."

Hawke solemnly put it aside. He heard Erica say that as long as there is no criminal crime involved, LAPD often turns a blind eye.

Erica's phone call came over at this time and asked, "Are you in the police station?"

Hawke said, "Just chatting with Susie for a while."

Erica was taking people outside to track down the elderly mules, her voice was a little messy, she changed the place and said, "Julian just informed me that Daniel Richard's detention time has come, and she will release the person in a while."

Hawke replied, "I get it."

Erica hung up the phone.

Hawke found Edward and said, "You go to the Western Conference and wait for that Daniel Richard to come out and follow him."

Edward left immediately.

The matter at the Detective Department ended, and Hawke called a taxi and came to the Avenue of Stars.

He called Edward: "Where are you?"

"Victory Avenue in North Hollywood." Edward said an address: "After he came out, he took a taxi to the insurance company and might discuss vehicle insurance and repairs."

Hawke hung up the phone, walked forward, and came to the place where the Qiuchou trio was selling, giving Da Chou a look.

He turned at the entrance of the alley ahead and used the building to cover his body.

Da Chou followed quickly.

Hawke said: "You find a more reliable homeless man with infectious diseases, go to North Hollywood to find a savior, and let him show you the target."

Da Chou suggested: "For example, AIDS, bite him?"

When others want to mess with him, Hawke never softened when he fights back: "Yes."

The bite is not very contagious. He thought for a while and said, "Use a fresh blood-stained needle to prevent the other party from notice, pretending to be a thief, and cutting his pocket at the same time when he started. Can you find someone who has been a thief?"

"No problem." Da Chou stopped talking and turned around and left.

He came to the parking lot behind Ackerman Rescue Station, asked Campos for car keys, and went to the nearby place where homeless people gathered to find people.

There are few healthy homeless people on the streets, and there are too many sick people.

Da Chou found someone suffering from AIDS. His physical condition is currently pretty good. He is one of the homeless people nearby who run very fast.

He contacted Edward, got some shaving blades, drove the car and headed straight to North Hollywood.

When he arrived at Victory Avenue, Da Chou found Edward and found the guy standing at the door of a convenience store, showing off his watch and cell phone to the female store owner.

Edward met another ex-girlfriend. He wanted to take advantage of the female shop owner's support, but the female shop owner treated him as a free labor.

Now that I have the chance, I can't help but want to show off.

If you don’t show off, what’s the point of getting all this?

Fortunately, Edward did not forget the serious matters, remembered the boss's instructions, and hurriedly ended his show-off journey. The big ugly in the car took a secret move, and the two cars left here one after another.

Edward is very familiar with Victory Avenue. He came to a roadside parking lot without surveillance, took out the photos of Daniel Richard taken before, handed them to Da Chou, and pointed out the location of Daniel, and followed the site of Hawke. He said that he exchanged the fake license plate for the ugly car.

Da Chou returned to the car, someone looked at the photo, stuffed him a blade and needle, and gave him a few more words.

The homeless man changed into a new coat and tidied it up a little to prevent the homeless man on this street from treating him as a territorial snatching.

He got out of the car, came to the door of the insurance company, and stared at the other side.

In the insurance company, after negotiations with Daniel Richard, the docking staff finally agreed to coordinate with the Western Conference to handle his car tomorrow.

Without the car and equipment on the car, Daniel couldn't even do work.

He called Anna Cookman of Channel 11, but the other party didn't answer at all.

Daniel knew that the other party must have been implicated because of his confession.

He didn't want to, but LAPD was all a group of bastards, locking him in the same trapped room with a group of **** old black!

After the coordination here, Daniel left a phone number and went out of the insurance company alone and called a taxi.

He came to the side of the road and waited for the car to come.

There are still a few people here, waiting for the car.

The homeless man saw the target, took out a syringe needle from his pocket, pointed it at his arm, and stabbed it.

When the needle was stained with blood, he held it in his palm and walked quickly towards Daniel, and came behind him, scratched his pocket with a blade in one hand and stabbed the needle with the other hand.

Daniel was waiting for the car and didn't pay attention to the situation behind him. Suddenly, he felt a stinging pain in his legs, as if he had been stabbed by something.

He turned around and saw a man running away, running wildly along the sidewalk.

"Who are you! Stop it." Daniel chased after him: "Don't run!"

The person in front was as fast as a rabbit and soon turned around from the intersection ahead.

The ugly car was parked on the side of the road, and even the passenger door was open.

The homeless man jumped into the car. The door was not closed yet. Da Chou kicked the accelerator and the car started.

When the door closed, the car was transported into the traffic.

Soon he moved into a hidden place and Da Chou replaced the fake license plate.

When Daniel turned around, he saw nothing.

Daniel was exhausted and panting. He reached out and touched the lower leg, and there was a trace of blood.

Then, he found a hole in his pants pocket, which was obviously cut.

Daniel didn't care about this small wound.

He guessed that the **** was a thief and wanted to steal his own things, but his skills were average and he didn't steal anything.

Daniel walked back slowly, waited until the taxi came over, got in and left North Hollywood.

Thank you for your Zhang Tui. Lao Wang’s "Guide to Crossing the Northern Song Dynasty" is already fat.

(End of this chapter)