The Wolf of Los Angeles

The meeting ended and everyone else started to get busy.

Hawke called Brian, returned to the office, and said, "You are fighting hard below and you should apply for certain resource support from above."

Brian asked, “What kind of resources?”

Hawke said directly: "There must be a madam or an agent who provides services on the Xiang Party. Find a suitable candidate, let LAPD take a fishing operation, create a account book or a list of customers, and ask them to accuse Irving Ness. He illegally recruits prostitutes, abuses women, etc. "

Not only Grant and the others will do it, but Hawke is also good at: "You are not married yet, but Irving has a wife and children, which is more lethal to him."

Brian said, "Good idea, I'll contact you now."

Hawke asked, "Can you find the right person?"

"As long as you have money, people are not a problem." Brian has not forgotten Hawk: "We are not as powerful as the Blue Party in the media, and we will rely on you at that time."

Hawke thought for a while and said, "There is no problem on Fox TV to go to "Ace News". Twitter has adopted a new algorithm to push the news to those who should see it."

Brian understood: "The users around Kovina."

Hawke said, "Okay, hurry up and do it."

Brian also left the office building.

Like last time, Hawke looked at the overall situation and dispatched command.

As Grant's team suffered a heavy blow, there will be a short gap in Irving Nester. He plans to take advantage of this period to gain an absolute advantage.

Hawke thought of the means Haley Field used to him, and if he could find the right opportunity, he could also use it on Irving Nester.

Grant's team first used violent means to him, and now he and Brian fight back in a more violent way.

It's hard to say what will happen later.

Hawke opened the suitcase that Edward brought, took out the gun that had been prepared and placed it in the office cabinet.

...

The highway from Los Angeles to Covenna.

Campos got into the car and followed the police's guidance and drove slowly forward.

By the way through the accident, he turned his head and looked at the person lying on the rescue stretcher on the roadside, he had already zipped the body bag.

Lying on the wreckage of Toyota Alpha outside the road, a rescue team is using tools to remove the door and rescue people inside.

A nearby medical staff ran to the side of the car and took the body bag down.

It was obvious that it was not the only woman who died.

The cars in front of him started to move, and Campos accelerated the speed and went further and further.

At the side of the road in the accident, Sheriff Mont Bart from LAPD is directing his men to survey the scene.

Someone came to report: "Sheriff, no driver of the West Star Truck was found. The car license plate was fake, the frame number and engine number were all fake. This is not a California vehicle. I have someone checked it carefully, but I can't find it for the time being. To the source."

"I understand." Montbat asked again: "Have you found traces in the car?"

The man shook his head: "No, no fingerprints, no shoe prints available, no biological samples, no clue yet."

This is not the first time that Montbat has encountered such a case. Without thinking carefully, you can know that the matter behind the case must be very troublesome.

He quickly made a decision, went through all the procedures he should go through, and then hanged up the case, and went to investigate if anyone wanted to investigate.

Another subordinate sent the deceased's cell phone, which contained a mobile phone number that he called today.

Montbat put on his gloves, took the phone and made that call.

The opposite side rang a few times and the phone was answered.

A man's voice: "Grant, have you not arrived yet?"

"I am Sheriff Jerry Montbat of LAPD. The vehicle the owner of the mobile phone was riding in was in a serious car accident..." Montbat roughly explained the situation here and asked, "Who are you?"

The person over there said, "I am Irving Nester, mayor of Covenna."

Montbat said: "If possible, please help inform the owner of the phone."

Kovina, City Hall.

In the office, Owen put down his phone and was at a loss for a moment.

Brother Fowler came over and asked, "What's wrong? Are they not coming?"

"The vehicle that Grant and the four of them were riding in was in a car accident halfway through, and the vehicles and personnel were seriously damaged, so they couldn't come."

Fowler frowned and asked, "How could a car accident happen?"

Irving looked at the direction where Brian’s election office was: “Is this a coincidence? Or are these people from the big capital families doing things so unruly?”

On the single sofa, Arnold, a middle-aged man wearing black-framed glasses, reminded: "We need to inform Sacramento immediately and ask them to send someone to handle the follow-up matters."

"I'll call," Owen said.

He looked at his younger brother Fowler: "Mobilize all the old brothers and be prepared."

Fowler was about to leave. Owen called him again: "Starting tomorrow, you will pick up Platt to and from school, so that he can keep a low profile in school. He will be in college in more than a year. I have already figured out a way to get a recommendation letter."

Fowler nodded and hurriedly left the office.

Owen adjusted his mood a little, picked up his phone and called Sacramento.

...

Downtown Los Angeles, South Park.

Cadillac drove into the parking lot, Edward got out of the car and walked into the park, and came to the agreed artificial lake.

At the stone table diagonally opposite, someone waved to him: "Savior, here."

Edward walked over quickly, hugged another old black who was almost the same age, and said, "Michael, you are finally willing to leave Compton."

"My mother died of illness." Michael touched the big bald head: "Compton has nothing left me nostalgic for."

Edward said, "Sorry..."

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Michael shook his head, "It's okay." He changed the topic: "I met White a few days ago and heard him say you're doing well."

White is so ugly, Edward smiled: "I mainly followed the right person and got some shares in a company."

Michael took a step back and looked him up and down, "Man, are you going to become a rich man? You want to pull me."

Edward said: "The rich man is not a question, but I have a job here that can help you get out of your current predicament."

"What job?" Edward helped him a lot when he was in Compton, and Michael believed him very much: "I can't do it because it's too complicated."

"It's like this. If you fight a lawsuit with someone, you'll be prepared by lawyers or something." Edward simply said the content of this special job.

Michael hesitated a little: "Ride a motorcycle to hit a citrus sculpture? Then sue the person who built the statue?"

He asked, "Savior, you won't join the gangster anymore, are you?"

"What I do is do, it's part of an election, it's a legitimate job!" Edward said.

Michael hesitated a little.

Edward said again: "We will transfer you a motorcycle here, with $10,000 in cash. You don't have to worry about the expenses incurred during the period, and all the compensation you receive will belong to you."

He patted Michael on the shoulder: "Compton is poor and dark, and the society outside is equally cruel, especially for us black people. We can't find a suitable job and can only join a gang or be a homeless man. You don't look like you don't look like a man. Specialties, you can’t make a living by relying on your natural skills like Da Chou and others…”

Michael nodded, "I believe in you because you are my brother."

"You are a smart guy." Edward reminded: "This thing should not only be clever, but also make plans for the response. You must remember what I say to you next."

Michael was confident: "We are the ones who rushed out of Compton!"

...

Kovinna, Central Street.

When it was dark, Sandra, who went to investigate Irving's son, rushed back in a hurry.

She immediately came to the office to see Hawke and said, "I quietly talked to some people outside of Eastern Middle School Kovina."

Hawke nodded: "Tell me more."

Sandra said: “Since the eighth grade, Irving’s son, Prat Nester, was selected for the football team at Eastern High School. He started as a wide receiver and later played quarterback and Eastern High School. He is a weak team and Pratt's football level is average, but like many white quarterbacks in film and television dramas, he is good at school bullying."

Hawke responded, “Art comes from life.”

"Pratt has been strong since childhood and often bullies his classmates in elementary school. This habit has also been brought to middle school." Sandra thought of her experience when she was studying. She was once bullied by cheerleaders: "In the United States, Campus bullying is so common that it has even become a part of campus culture.”

She complained and quickly returned to the topic: "When he was in middle school, Pratt was rejected by interviews at two private middle schools because of bullying. In the end, he could only choose the local Eastern Middle School, but he did not restrain himself, and Irving had very little choice. He was called to school, but he was the mayor. The school and the principal would give him face, and many things were left unresolved."

Hawke asked, "Did this fuel Pratt's arrogance?"

"Yes, this makes Pratt even more unscrupulous." Sandra recalled and continued, "And this man is a little brainy. He never bullies white classmates whose family conditions are OK, and most of the bullying targets are It is a minority, mainly Mexican. "

Cowenner is part of Los Angeles, and the situation is similar to downtown Los Angeles, with a large number of Mexicans.

Hawke confirmed, “Can this be sure?”

"Yes!" Sandra investigated on the spot: "Just a few days ago, Pratt gathered his accomplices and beat a Mexican classmate."

Hawke knew about this, and Campos gave him the material, and he praised, "You did a very good job, all of them are very useful."

Sandra smiled, “It should be.”

The office door opened from outside at this time and Brian was back.

Sandra greeted her and took the initiative to say goodbye and leave.

Hawke asked, "How are you doing here?"

"We made great achievements last time. They didn't give me rewards. Who will do things seriously in the future?" Brian said, "It's done. We will start whenever you say you will start."

Hawke said, "Edward found someone, and start with him." (End of this chapter)