The Wolf of Los Angeles

Chapter 5 The Honest Man’s Counterattack, Simple and Unpretentious

In the vast snow, a shrill wolf howl suddenly sounded.

Several North American coyotes turned from the other side of the mountain and stared at the bipedal from afar.

Hawke let the snowflakes fall on his body, hiding behind the stone, and only three people came, much better than the expected worst.

He moved his arms slightly to prevent the gun-holding hand from being stiff due to the cold and snowflakes, and waited for the other party to get closer.

The white man walking in the front wiped off the snowflakes from his eyebrows, looked along his footprints dozens of meters away, and immediately gestured to the black man and pointed to the top of the huge rock.

A faint blackness appeared on the snow-white stone.

That was a hat.

The black man grinned, showed two lines of white teeth, and said softly, "You go and take his way out."

The white man walked around the side.

The black man continued to move forward, and Freddy followed the white man seven or eight meters away.

When entering the mountainous area, the three of them were very careful and kept paying attention to covering their bodies.

In the United States, no one can guarantee that there will be no guns on the other side.

In the hiding place, Hawke did not wait for the opportunity, but took the initiative to create opportunities, pulling the rope with his left hand, and the stone tied on the other side rolled down.

He kept pulling it a few times, and the stone collided with it, making a rustling sound, like someone running away.

Seeing the hat disappear, the black man immediately accelerated his pace and reminded his companions: "He wants to run away, don't let him run!"

The white man who was preparing to go around also accelerated.

The black man was agile, running and jumping in the rocks, and entered Hawke's range in just a few breaths.

Hawke showed his head slightly, holding the gun in both hands, aimed at the black man, and pulled the trigger.

Bang-

The gunshots exploded and the bullet hit the widest chest of the black man.

Hawke's second shot followed, still hitting the target's chest.

The running black man fell head-on.

Hawke shot the second shot and threw himself to the side.

Glock's gunshots rang out and bullets roared by.

The white man shot.

With the protection of rocks, Hawke crawled and rolled out more than ten meters on the snow, hiding behind a stone.

More than thirty meters away, Freddy squatted behind the gray rock and said, "This **** has a gun!"

The white man stopped shooting, hid his guard, shouted the black man's name, but received no response.

"We need support." Freddy didn't say he was caught.

The white man scolded: "Shut up!"

Hawk leaned against the rock, listened to the sound to determine the other party's position, picked up the orange-sized stone, observed it left and right, and threw it to the right.

The sound of the stone hitting a larger stone is clearly audible.

Freddy's heart tightened, holding the dagger in her hand, absorbing a sense of security.

Seven or eight meters away, the white man turned his gun and fired twice at the sound.

Hawke squatted on the ground, holding the pistol in both hands and pulling the trigger.

The bullet passed through the snowflakes and hit the white man's exposed arm accurately.

The white man was hit by a bullet and his screams were exposed to half of his chest.

Hawke shot again, and there was a hole in the white man's clothes on his left chest, and then he fell beside the stone.

The snow is stained with red.

Freddy saw the situation over there and turned around and ran back.

He confirmed that the **** was using a pistol, and it was difficult to hit the running target if the distance was far away. The revolver had only four bullets, so Hawke couldn't let Freddy run away. Seeing that the other party was holding only a dagger, he immediately chased after him.

There were a lot of rocks, snow and slippery, and Freddy didn't run fast enough.

After the two of them were closer to twenty meters, Hawke looked at the figure in front of him, jumped out an empty pistol, and the bright silver iron lumps were slamming and hit Freddy's back.

Freddy slipped under her feet, rushed forward, and fell down.

He turned to look at Hawke, sure that he could not escape the young bastard, who was over 10 years younger. He was so cruel in his heart that he clenched the dagger in his right hand and rushed towards Hawke.

Hawke slowed down slightly, without any nonsense, and faced Freddy directly.

In this situation, only one person can leave alive.

Freddy was a stuntman and had some basic skills in close combat. The dagger cuts into pieces of snowflakes and stabs Hawke in the chest.

Hawke was much faster than him, and he avoided sideways, his fist hitting out like a hammer, slamming hard under Freddy's open armpits. The latter's shoulders and arms hurt, and a muffled groan, and the dagger landed on the ground.

But Freddy also knew that he had to fight to survive, so he lowered his body and bumped into him.

Hawke's style is plain and unpretentious, with his right knee flying up and hitting Freddy's legs.

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

Freddy let out a scream that only men understand, and subconsciously wanted to fight back. A big hand covered with calluses poked out and hit his neck.

Freddy was breathing hard and her mind was dizzy.

Hawke's left fist protruded, like a city hammer, hitting Freddy's eyes and nose.

Freddy's Jewish nose collapsed, and the blood from the thunder fell on Hawke's coat, dyeing the lines of "Singing Detective" red.

A typical honest man-playing style like Hawke is not fancy at all, only kicking the crotch, locking the throat and inserting the eyes!

Freddy was confused and fell to the ground in depressed state.

Hawke gasped and shook his gloved hands, the body needed exercise.

He took off the laces of Freddy's leather shoes, tied his hands behind him, and tied his feet together, then he picked up the dagger and revolver.

The shrill cry of coyotes came from the hillside.

Lang Zhe, who was shocked by the gunshots, just now returned, as if he wanted to see what was going on.

Hawke found the white man's body, took the Glock from his hand, searched the body up and down, and found a wallet with a lot of cash in it, but no ID to indicate his identity.

He took the cash, walked quickly towards the black man, picked up the Glock pistol, and searched the body, the same situation as the white man.

The snow was a little heavy, and it had already fallen on the black corpse.

Hawke climbed up the hill, retrieved the rope and hat, and returned to where Freddy was.

Freddy was humming, confused, and seemed not very awake.

Hawke decided to refresh him, took out Freddy's dagger, avoided the main blood vessels, and stabbed him into Freddy's leg with one knife.

Freddy screamed, frightening the wolf on the hillside to hold its tail.

"Let me go, let me go!" Freddy struggled on the ground in pain: "I can let you enter Hollywood and become a big star! Become an action star!"

Hawke ignored it, pulled out his dagger, wiped it casually on the snow, and asked, "Who ordered you to do it?"

Freddy was sweating in pain, her face was pale, and she gritted her teeth and said, "I am a Hollywood celebrity, a well-known socialite. If you kill me, you will be wanted by the whole United States!"

Hawke said, "Don't worry, I won't kill you."

Freddy breathed a sigh of relief.

Hawke said again, "I will cut off your legs and keep you here."

He looked at the coyotes on the hillside: "They must like your taste very much. Coyotes like the food they like most. They will bite your belly when you are alive and help you with organ transplants..."

Freddy shivered when she heard the organ transplant.

Hawke's dagger is placed in Freddy's Achilles tendon position: "Robert Downey Jr. asked me to jump off the building. Is it related to him?"

Freddy was in a daze and subconsciously replied: "Yes!"

Hawke asked, "What about the others?"

(End of this chapter)