The Wolf of Los Angeles

Burbank, a very ordinary Cadillac drove through the street and turned into a nearby multi-storey parking lot.

The car went up and parked on the top floor of the parking lot.

Hawk, who had made up, did not get out of the car, picked up his telescope and observed the Burbank Hotel opposite.

Edward, who also put on makeup, pointed to the top floor of the hotel: "Douglas lives in the only luxurious business suite. Betty is trying to get in and be a hotel waiter. Carlos and Juan have become guests and stay for the time being layer."

It is basically certain that one of Douglas's goals this time is Twitter, and Hawke certainly won't do nothing.

He has made corresponding arrangements to make people keep a close eye on this BlackRock executive.

The glass windows of the luxury business suite are all covered with special endometriums, and even Hawke can't see clearly the situation in the room even if he uses a high-power telescope.

Edward said: "The Burbank Hotel has an underground parking lot, and the security measures are relatively strict, so it is difficult for us to know who has visited Douglas."

Seeing that there would be no gain, Hawke signaled Edward to drive away.

This newly ordered Cadillac also has bulletproof function. When Edward drives, he feels that the steering wheel is prone to deviating, and he always feels that there are problems with the car's tuning.

He said: "Boss, it's better to drive the same Mercedes-Benz."

Hawke waved his hand, "We'll come out quietly, we can't drive that car."

Edward looked back at the Burbank Hotel: "Here?"

Hawke whispered: "Just be able to grasp his whereabouts for the time being, don't be alarmed."

...

Hollywood area, Ackerman Charity Relief Station.

Tim drove a Cadillac to the door and found that many old blacks were waiting to receive the relief meal. He honked the horn gently, and Coson came out from the side and waved to him.

Two cars left the busy area, one in front and one behind, and parked in an empty parking space on the side of the road.

Coson quickly walked over from behind, got into Tim's car, and said, "I've found the people and will come soon."

Tim looked over the charity rescue station and found several medical vehicles driving, and asked, "Are you sure it can affect him?"

"Of course." Kosen still had this confidence and said, "Since the first time you and I came to see him, I will come to visit him the next day and help him bring wine and food. He is his last fan."

Confidence comes from more than this, he took out a small plastic bag: "Miller Collins has been in a bad mind since he lost his divorce case. He has been wandering on the street for a while and has been infected with these things again. He has tried it. The high-purity goods I gave can't get rid of."

Tim praised, "Man, you're doing a pretty job!"

Kosen's cell phone ringing, he quickly connected, said a few words, and opened the passenger door: "The person has arrived at the parking lot, and he will go to clean the RV soon. Let's go over?"

"Go now." Tim waited for him to get out of the car, started the car and turned around, quickly turned back to the charity rescue station and arrived at the parking lot behind.

He parked the car and found a trailer driving to the front of Miller Collins's shabby RV, with several municipal staff wearing yellow vests negotiating with Miller Collins.

Miller Collins was emotional and shouting, attracting a lot of attention.

This place was originally a gathering place for homeless people. A large number of Lao Hei and Lao Mo appeared from all over the place, squatting outside the parking lot to watch the fun.

There were several Lao Mo who worked as a street informant part-time job, and took out his cell phone to take pictures of Miller Collins and nearby cars and people.

Miller Collins is no longer a star wide receiver for the San Diego Chargers. The life of a homeless man, combined with alcohol and drugs, almost destroyed his strong body.

The municipal staff took him aside, showed legal procedures, and asked someone to drag his only property away, the broken RV that had passed in unknown numbers.

Coeson arrived in time, and he stopped the car and ran to see Miller Collins, and then negotiated with the municipal staff seriously, but still did not stop the tow truck from towing the RV.

Not only that, city staff also asked Miller Collins to pay the parking fee owed.

Coeson paid the money on behalf of Miller.

The municipal staff and the trailer left, and Miller sat on the ground, losing all hope for life on his already decadent face.

He glanced at Kosen, who was carrying a bag, and directly put it on: "I can't pay you back this money."

Kosen took out a bottle of water and handed it to him: "No need to return it."

Miller was like a walking zombie, even his expression was muddy. He unscrewed the water bottle and took a sip, and said, "You go, don't come to me again. I'm not the wide receiver."

"No, you've always been the big star I like, and it's never changed." Coosen couldn't let him lose hope: "You can recover to the past, and I've always believed in this."

He reached out to Ramiller and got up: "You have no place to stay now, how many days will you go to my place?"

Miller didn't care at all, so he got up and followed Coson.

The two got in the car and Coeson drove to the house that had been prepared in North Hollywood.

He said while driving, "What are your plans next?"

After Miller's brief mania, all that was left was muddy: "One day is counted as one day."

This is not the state that Coeson wants. He passed a intersection and said specifically: "The dispute between you and the West Coast Studio has passed. Let go of these things and cheer up..."

Sure enough, when Miller heard the name of West Coast Studio, a bit of sinister appeared on his wooden face, and his words unconsciously appeared: "I have no grudges and those bastards, but they framed me and made me hurt. So miserable!”

Coson continued the topic: "I went to the West Coast Studio you mentioned to see. The house on Fountain Street was closed and I didn't see what the name you said was?" The bastard's name was deep It was deeply imprinted in Miller's mind: "Haoke Osmon!"

"Yes, Hawk Osmon," Coeson continued, "I've also inquired about it. Hawk Osmon and West Coast Studios moved out at the beginning of the year, and some people say Hawk Osmon moved out. Later, it founded the popular social media Twitter now. ”

He seemed to be chatting with his friends: "I read the news from the newspaper some time ago and said that Twitter now has more than 30 million users, and professional companies in Silicon Valley are worth billions of dollars. Hawke Osmon, this **** I was so lucky that I became a billionaire in the blink of an eye.”

Miller raised his head, his eyes full of glory: "Will that **** be a billionaire?"

Kosen nodded vigorously: "That's what the newspaper says. Who would have thought that a paparazzi who secretly photographs people's privacy would have such an opportunity."

Miller didn't speak anymore, lowered his head, but the glitter in his eyes turned into hatred.

He remembered clearly that he had never provoked Hawk Oscar and his West Coast studio, but the **** planned a trap against him for his own selfishness, and made the style he liked, which made him ruined.

Later, he joined forces with Fox TV to frame him for killing someone to silence him.

As a result, the old Dwarf Gang with him was swept away by LAPD and he also went to prison.

Miller is very sure that he is today, and the culprit is Hawk Osmon.

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

Coson drove to North Hollywood, and his car was parked in the parking space on the side of the road, and asked Miller to get out together, and entered the single-family house with the small courtyard next to him.

Miller held his pockets with both hands, his face gloomy.

The house was a little messy, Kosen cleaned up casually, put his bag on the coffee table, and said, "You sit there casually, take whatever you eat."

Miller sniffed, as if not very comfortable, and asked, "Well, is that still there?"

Coson sighed, "I'll find it for you."

Before leaving, he specifically reminded: "There are a lot of things I used to work here, don't touch them randomly. I do directional blasting, and maybe I will leave explosives behind."

Miller was feeling uncomfortable and waved his hand casually: "Don't worry, don't touch your things."

That's it, but after Coson went out, he was still curious to look around.

Soon, something interesting was found on the shelf.

Miller has never used it, but has seen it in TV movies, and it is clearly some micro-detonators.

When Coson came back, he pointed to the detonators and asked curiously, "What are you doing with these?"

Kosen said casually: "I am a blaster. I often do directional demolition and sometimes I bring my work back to study. These detonators are very powerful. As long as they are not connected to C4, there will be no danger."

He handed a small plastic to Miller: "That's all."

Miller wasn't polite, and immediately enjoyed it.

In a flash, he asked Coson about the detonator and C4, and followed Coson to see the C4 stored in the tool room.

Then, at Miller's strong request, the two brought the detonator and C4, ran to the wilderness, made several simple bombs by themselves, and blew fish in the valley for a while.

This kind of plastic explosive is almost a fool-like program when used.

Even though Miller's head was eroded by drugs, he still learned very quickly.

Coson goes to work every day, leaving Miller with a cheap Toyota Corolla.

The Miller found a new goal, and had only one thought in his head.

You must never let the **** who hurt him become a billionaire!

Miller casually found a reason to remember the enemy and cheer up, and asked Coson to help him find news about Hawke Osmon.

Coeson helped him find many newspapers covering Twitter and even provided several photos.

Miller Collins almost imprinted Hawk's appearance into his mind.

On this day, Coson came back from outside.

While the two were having dinner together, Coeson mentioned one thing: Hawke Osmon is going to the Los Angeles satellite city of Cowena these days to attend an event.

Miller took notes and quietly checked Kovina's location, what kind of activities were to be held, etc.

According to Coson's method, he found out the inventory of C4 and detonators, made some simple bombs, and prepared to send them to others.

...

Hawke received an invitation from Brian Ferguson to visit his governance effects in Kovina.

The new mayor of Kovina did a few practical things after taking office, and the citizens' support rate was quite high.

Before the election, Brian worked with AT&T to resolve the issue of Kovina's fiber optic home access.

After taking office, he actively raised funds and renovated all roads in Kovina, including public roads in the plantation and processing plant areas, greatly improving the traffic conditions of this satellite town.

The network broadband and transportation links have also promoted the development of Kovina's local citrus industry, and Kovina has a faint feeling of newness. (End of this chapter)