The Wolf of Los Angeles

In the early morning, Santa Monica 20th Street was completely quiet, and even the street lights were automatically turned off.

In a villa, three people quietly climbed into the villa next door, cooperated with each other to check, and slowly touched the master bedroom on the second floor.

There was plenty of time, so they were not in a hurry, so they removed an alarm and entered the master bedroom.

There seemed to be someone sleeping soundly on the bed, but the three of them did not go over immediately. Instead, they checked the room and opened the door to the cloakroom.

The male owner, who should have been sleeping in the big bed, was lying on the mattress in the cloakroom, with a pistol next to it.

No need to check it out, there must be an alarm device on the other side of the bed.

The rest of the work was simple. I confirmed that the person was not wrong. One of them took out the medicine and pressed it on the target's mouth and nose.

Not long after, the man fell into a drowsiness.

Afterwards, two more support came over and transported the target person directly into the villa next door.

The three of them did not leave immediately. They carefully searched the villa, took away all surveillance and alarm facilities, cleared the traces, and retreated back the same way.

When the sky turned slightly white, a business car drove out and pulled people away from Santa Monica.

At dawn, several buckets of sea water were poured on his head. Tim slowly opened his eyes and found a familiar person standing opposite him.

A new neighbor he moved to on 20th Street.

Then, a familiar voice was heard: "Are you awake? The time is right."

Tim turned his head in the voice and saw the extremely familiar face - Hawke Osmon.

There is also a golden brown-haired woman dressed in an extremely neat manner next to her.

He has also seen Erica Ferguson.

A pair of dogs and a woman!

Tim subconsciously closed his eyes, hoping that he was dreaming, hoping that none of this was true.

But when he opened his eyes again, the dog man and woman were still standing in front of him.

And I was bound with my hands and feet and couldn't move at all.

Tim closed his mouth tightly without any luck.

Hawke took out a large picture of Miller Collins and another strange face, put it in front of Tim, and asked, "Who is the person who contacted Miller Collins."

Tim said nothing.

"I can't ask this." Erica has never been a good man and said, "Just go directly to the phone, the FBI is very good at doing this."

Guti, with long blonde hair dyed, came over from the side and smiled at Hawk with an artistic look: "Boss, let me give it a try?"

Hawke reminded, “Don’t kill anyone.”

"No." Guti smiled, took out a small wallpaper knife from her pocket, came to Tim, and said, "Man, you should be stricter and hold on for a longer time, so that it will be interesting .”

He pinched Tim's arm, grabbed his wrist and asked Morientes to straighten the arm.

Tim is a person who specializes in the San Francisco branch of BlackRock, and has handled many people.

But this is the first time I'm waiting to be messed with.

His wrist trembled unconsciously a few times.

Instead of starting a move immediately, Guti said slowly, "Do you know what I did before? I am a surgeon, a promising surgeon. But why did a doctor do this kind of work? Of course, I was one of them. The story is that in the place of my hometown, traffickers are rampant. Because my fiancée publicly called for drug control, those **** actually shot her in the street. She was shot 32 times and was still pregnant with my child!”

He laughed: "From now on, I no longer save people, but I changed to killing people. The scumbag actually saved people. I found a **** who killed my fiancée, quietly dazzled him, then tied it up and cut it with a scalpel. His hand holding the gun!”

At this point, Guti's wallpaper knife was quickly cut out.

With Tim's scream, flesh and blood fell to the ground.

A small piece of meat was cut off from Tim's middle finger.

Guti didn't seem to be joking: "I cut 32 pieces of flesh on each finger when he shot, and every knife would drop a piece of flesh, and he would not hurt his bones."

Erica couldn't help but look at Hawke, feeling that every bodyguard Hawke found had a story.

It feels reasonable to think that they are from Mexico.

"I promise that you will get 32 ​​punches for each finger, and you will not hurt the bones." Guti cut the second punch.

With a sting, the sound of the blade slashing through the bones began to sound.

Another piece of **** thing landed on the ground.

But Guti covered her face, as if she had no shame to see someone, and even apologized to Tim: "Sorry, sorry, it's been useless for a long time, and she's rusty in her skills. Forgive me this time."

This is not just him, but Hawk, Erica and others are embarrassed to look at Tim again.

The work is too rough!

But it is impossible to stop. Tim let out a scream after another, and his **** gradually turned into a blood-stained bone.

No one present sympathized with him.

In the collision yesterday, Hawke was not lucky enough to have already taken a dirt plane.

Tim was also tough. Guti cut **** in a row, but he still gritted his teeth and didn't speak.

Hawke had time to let him breathe a sigh of relief and wait a moment to continue.

Guti is not a fool. He has worked as a doctor in Mexico before. Before the next round, he gave Tim a special injection of a drug to stimulate nerve perception.

Then he started to do it again, and Tim was full of energy and screamed.

Before a piece of meat on the index finger was cut, Tim couldn't hold on anymore and shouted, "I said, I said! I said it all!"

Guti shook his head straight: "Speak early, waste time."

Tim looked pale and sweating all over his head. He glanced at his miserable right hand: "Help me bandage, bandage me first."

Hawke gave a look, Raul took the bandage and went to help him stop the bleeding.

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

Guti looked carefully for a while and confirmed that the man's mental willpower had collapsed. He nodded at Hawk.

Hawke took out the photo again and asked, "Who is the person with Miller Collins?"

"Coson! His name is Coson Serner." Tim said this name and his psychological defense collapsed completely. He couldn't help but close his eyes, as if he could stay away from the real world. "Coson is the founder of the Los Angeles Valley Detective Firm. People have always been my contact person in Los Angeles, and they specifically assist me in handling some shameful things."

Without waiting for Hawke to ask, he explained, "Coson went to Puerto Rico through my channel!"

Hawke had someone write down everything he said.

This private detective named Kosen must be settled clearly.

Hawke struck while the iron was hot: "Who are you?" In order to avoid the other party's luck, he specifically mentioned: "What is the relationship with Douglas of BlackRock?"

When Tim heard Douglas' name, he didn't dare to open his eyes without any luck: "My name is Tim Ronick, from BlackRock's San Francisco branch, he is the assistant to Douglas Coster, the president of the branch. The job is to deal with some dirty work for him.”

Hawke asked, "I am your goal this time?"

"Yes, not... it was done by BlackRock for me!" Tim quickly defended: "If I don't do it as BlackRock requires, I will be sent to prison by them and killed by them!"

Hawke is not entangled in this: "Tell me about your, Coson and Miller Collins' specific plans."

Tim said: "When we were aiming for Twitter in San Francisco, we prepared two plans. One was to let Emma Bateson, the middleman, engage in financing negotiations with you through normal channels, and the other was to if we were rejected. Force you to accept BlackRock investment, but with Emma's contact, BlackRock found that the conflict between the two sides in their core interests could not be reconciled, so he decided to take decisive measures."

He will use Miller Collins, a drug addict tramp, to start the personal destruction.

These are not much different from what Hawke guessed.

The rapid development of Twitter and the growing cake eventually attracted the attention of hungry wolves.

When the benefits are large enough, individuals are small obstacles.

Hawke didn't quite understand one thing: "Even if you get me done, my shares will not fall on BlackRock."

Tim slowly opened his eyes and said, "BlackRock has a mature plan. Douglas has been the head of BlackRock Wyoming before. He found someone there, to be more precise, to create one. If someone comes out, that person will be your relatives, there will be witnesses from fellow countrymen, who can pass the testing agency and win an inheritance lawsuit under the California judicial system."

Erica whispered: "California's judicial system is more inclined toward deep blue."

This political environment is also the key to BlackRock's daring to do so.

Hawke asked about the identity of the person who created it again.

Tim is not very clear about these things.

As for the mercenary squad that died in Citrus Square, he didn't know much, he only knew that the other party was from Colombia.

Hawke continued, "BlackRock and Pioneer International are the leaders of the marginal crowd program, Douglas?"

"Yes, it's him. I'm a dirty worker. I don't know how to implement the plan." Tim has reached this point and has said what he has said: "This is a time-consuming and labor-consuming long-term plan, not a short-term one." It can be achieved."

Hawke knew very well that this plan would take at least four or five years to truly achieve results.

And it is in line with the current development trend of Western society.

In this regard, BlackRock and Pioneer International are quite powerful.

Hawke began to ask the most critical one: "Who are you involved in this or are ready to participate in this."

Tim thought for a while and said, "The real planner is Douglas, but the plan he proposed must have been approved by the senior executives of the headquarters. Without the promotion of the headquarters, he would not be able to mobilize so much power in California."

He thought of his last separate conversation with Douglas and continued: "I know who might be involved, former California Speaker Willie Brown acknowledged the matter, San Francisco Attorney Hamas will contact the center, and the contact is Los Angeles Federal Prosecutor Garrison, all I know is this…”

Erica whispered to Hawk, "It's all the backbone of the donkeys."

"It seems that I've become a thorn in the eyes of many people," Hawke said.

Erica knows the reason, and the Twitter in Hawke's hand is too valuable. (End of this chapter)