The Wolf of Los Angeles

Chapter 199 Must win Twitter

San Francisco, Santa Clara Business Club.

Douglas entered a conference room with a briefcase.

After waiting for a while, the knock sounded, and he went over to open the door and a beautiful blonde woman walked in.

Although the woman is nearly thirty years old, she is well maintained. She looks about twenty-five years old, has a slender figure and delicate facial features.

Douglas shook her hands: "Long time no see Emma."

The woman smiled and said, "You are more handsome than before. Do you have a big business?"

Douglas opened his briefcase, took out a copy of the information and handed it over.

Emma looked carefully and saw a unclear photo in the upper left corner of the information. The man on it had short black hair and black-framed glasses. He had a long figure and a thin face, and looked ordinary.

Here is an introduction to identity: Hawke Osmon, founder of West Coast Media Studio and Twitter Entertainment.

Emma has read it once: "The founder of Twitter, a very powerful person, I am also a Twitter user."

She understood the other party’s intention to find her: “There are many business agencies in San Francisco and California, why choose me?”

Douglas said: "Don't underestimate your abilities, one of the most powerful female agents in Silicon Valley. Also, your appearance can easily make Hawke Osmon have a favorable impression."

Emma asked, "So he likes blonde beauty."

"It's not just blonde." Douglas whispered: "The people we sent to Los Angeles in advance have had contact with him. The three women who often appear around him have similar figures to yours, all of which are light brown or blonde. ”

He looked at Emma: "Not many beautiful women have business vision, you are the only one I know."

"Thank you for your compliment, I accepted it." Emma asked very confidently, "What is the purpose?"

Douglas said: "The price of acquiring his stake in Twitter is easy to say, and at the worst, he will be the number one shareholder."

This is not the first time Emma has worked with Douglas’s investment company: “I get it.”

The two of them talked in detail for a while, and then left.

Douglas got into the car, ordered the driver to drive, picked up his cell phone and called, and said, "I have found an agent. It has reliable staff and it will take some time."

People over there said: "This time, those vulgar red garbage opened up the situation in Los Angeles. Twitter played an important role in the dissemination and guidance of public opinion. We have always had an advantage in the media industry. Twitter, an emerging media tool. Must be in your hand.”

Douglas understands the inside story, which involves the battle between the red and blue in Sacramento. At present, Gray Davis is suppressed very much, and his own blue camp is already making a long-term plan.

He replied: "It may cost hundreds of millions of dollars."

"Twitter is generally optimistic, and this investment is worth it." The man turned around and asked, "Are insurance measures ready?"

Douglas said, "Of course."

There said, "Very good."

Douglas hung up the phone, looked at the assistant in the passenger seat, and said to him, "You go to Los Angeles and stay there for a while. If Emma's progress doesn't go well, go find that guy."

"Yes." The assistant lowered his head and looked at the information in his hand.

The person above is Miller Collins, former star wide receiver of the San Diego Chargers.

Last year, the man was sued for compensation by an agent brand for the scandal, and colluded with the Los Angeles gang Mule Gang to attack Fox TV host and Hawke Osmon's West Coast Studio, and was sentenced to one year in jail.

During this period, his wife Maria Collins divorced him and took away all the property, Miller Collins also had to pay his wife and daughter support.

But while he was in prison, the San Diego Chargers had terminated his contract.

From a sports star with a net worth of tens of millions to bankruptcy, there are also needs to pay for wife and daughter support.

The assistant quickly found a breakthrough in work.

On the other hand, Emma Bateson returned to the Bay Area Consulting Company and immediately called a meeting of the group team members.

In the afternoon of the same day, a total of seven people in the team left San Francisco and rushed to Los Angeles.

Emma's assistant got the latest news after coming out of Los Angeles International Airport.

"I have a colleague at Fox.com who specifically asked people from Channel 11 for Hawke Osmon," the assistant said.

Emma asked directly, "What are his interests?"

"Fitness and guns," the assistant said.

"Huh?" Emma was a little surprised.

...

West Los Angeles, Atel Mountain Shooting Range.

On the UFO shooting field, Erica pressed the ejection button and two red UFOs flew into the sky.

Hawke raised his double-barrel hunting rifle, barely aiming, and fired two shots in a row based on his hand feeling alone, and the volley of the UFO turned into pieces.

He skillfully retreated the barrel and stuffed two new bullets. When the UFO flew away, he hit another two shots.

Brian blocked his ears with his fingers, came in from outside the shooting range, watching the dog man and woman practicing guns with enthusiasm, and picked up the earplugs on the workbench and put them on.

The world finally became quiet.

Hawke kept firing and changing bullets, firing out thirty rounds in one breath.

Erica noticed that Brian was coming and waved at Hawk.

Hawke took off his earplugs, raised his walnut stock, carried it over his shoulders, and walked towards the rest area.

Erica came from the UFO controller and asked, "How about the gun?"

Hawke raised his thumb: "It's great, the texture is good, and the feel is also good. He can be used as a competitive gun and a hunting rifle."

He put the gun on the stand, came across from Brian, pulled the chair and sat down, and said, "Thank you for the gun, man."

Brian glanced at the gun: "I gave it to you?"

Hawke nodded gently: "Yes, one of the many guns you gave." "Hey, my dear cousin." Erica also came over: "You have never sent me a gun."

Brian diverted his hatred: "This is what Hawke should do, I won't steal Hawke's business."

Hawke said, "Whether you like, you can take it casually."

Erica deliberately raised her eyebrows: "Really? Take it casually? Use it casually?"

Brian knocked on the table and reminded: "There is a bachelor here. Can you be a person? Don't show your love!"

Erica said, "I forgot to tell you something. Jennifer Huey called me a while ago and she was transferred to the FBI Los Angeles branch office and may have joined the company."

"What?" Brian was surprised.

Hawke asked, "Jennifer Huey? This name sounds familiar, where have you heard it?"

Erica reminded: "In Wyoming, we were hunting near your farm, and after the attack, the female FBI agent who led the team to come."

Hawke remembered that Erica also said at that time that the female agent and Brian were classmates from Stanford University and had been pursuing Brian but were unavailable.

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

Brian had a headache: "God, what did she do in Los Angeles!"

Hawke deliberately made things difficult: "Of course I'm here to find you, your old love is rekindled and you go to the church..."

"Stop! Stop!" Brian interrupted him and emphasized, "I have no old relationship with her before, and I have never had it."

Erica said seriously: "The FBI's director in Los Angeles is older and he is determined to retire safely. The last time Wagren was shot dead caused dissatisfaction at the headquarters. Don't forget that the current FBI director was appointed in the Oval Office. The headquarters has adjusted personnel in Los Angeles, and a deputy director has been transferred back to the D.C. and Jennifer has taken over."

Hawke understood: "Although those **** successfully silence them, they are not without a price."

Brian sighed lightly: "If you do something profitable, you will naturally have to bear the corresponding consequences."

He paused a little and said, "California was originally a party's vote and cradle, but as a result, those idiots made a series of tricks, California changed from red to blue..."

Although Erica is not very directly involved in politics, she also knows something: "Schwarzenegger has a great chance of winning this time."

Brian nodded: "Yes, they've got the knife and pointed it at Gray Davis's vital point."

Hawke asked, "Did you report Irving's affairs?"

Brian said: "The above has not taken action yet, and he is also worried that Irving will be killed by suicide."

Erica responded, "Jennifer came here at this time and it has something to do with Irving's case."

Hawke pointed to Brian: "For the cause of the Party, you rush up and sacrifice yourself!"

Erica also smiled: "Grandma has seen Jennifer and thinks she is good."

"Tell me serious!" Brian cursed the dog man and woman with a dark face: "Don't joke around."

Hawke said seriously: "This is the matter, and if you want to be a real political rookie, you have to play a key role in this critical moment."

Brian thought this made sense, so he picked up his phone and searched for the number: "Why do I make a call now?"

Erica suggests: “Send a text message first, if she is working…”

Bryan has sent a text message.

The message was quickly replied to it: "I'm working, let's talk about it later."

...

Kovina, several SUVs with FBI logos, drove into Central Street through the three-way intersection.

Jennifer Huey, who had neat short hair, put away his phone and looked out the car window.

The convoy arrived at the door of a villa. Jennifer picked up the intercom and said, "According to reliable information, there are several gunmen in Irving Nester's subordinates, so be careful."

She stressed: "After entering, take control of the field as soon as possible!"

"clear!"

"clear!"

The rest of the vehicles responded one after another.

The vehicle was parked on the side of the road. At Jennifer's order, ten agents equipped with assault rifles, submachine guns, shotguns and body armor quickly got out of the car. According to the preset plan, the four of them went to the rear door to block the retreat.

The other agents, led by Jennifer, rushed into the villa directly using the door opener.

Hearing a loud noise at the door, Fowler thought something had happened and took out the shotgun as soon as possible.

Not waiting for his bullet to load.

Two elite agents entered the hall and shouted, "FBI! Legal search! Let me see your hand!"

Although Fowler was not very smart, he immediately threw away the shotgun and raised his hand high when he saw the people following in, the guns in their hands and the words FBI on the tactical vest.

Another agent asked, "Where is Irving Nester?"

Facing the gun, Fowler pointed to the study.

Jennifer immediately took someone over.

One person scored the door: "FBI! Open the door!"

A few minutes later, Irving Nester, who was handcuffed, was taken into the living room.

Jennifer showed him the procedures and asked his subordinates to search the villa. On Irving's computer, he found a large number of videos of abuse of women and minors.

All of these come from the Internet, but involving minors, even if there is video, it is a crime.

Irving was taken away.

(End of this chapter)