The Wolf of Los Angeles

Chapter 63 Ackerman Charity Fund

In the ranch park, the parking lot is close to the shade of the RV, and is surrounded by individually. On the barbecue grill that is laid in the middle, the barbecue is sizzling.

Frank picked up the clip in one hand and flipped the barbecue skillfully with the sauce on the other hand.

Nearby, there were several small folding square tables, and when Hawk got up, the canvas folding chair creaked.

He opened the ice bucket, took out the drinks and beer that had already been iced, and asked Erica Ferguson: "Beer or juice?"

"I'll help you." Erica stepped on her long legs, shook her golden brown ponytail, and came to help get the bottles and jars.

The weather gradually became hotter, and the beer and drinks had just been put down, and a layer of white mist quickly appeared.

Erica opened a can of beer and handed it to Hawk: "The Savior hasn't come back yet?"

"Thank you." Hawke looked at Fountain Street and pointed to a used business car: "The person is here."

The business car turned into the parking lot and parked near the RV. Edward got out of the car first, then opened the door of the car, and a beautiful young woman in her early thirties came down from it. The young woman was holding a girl under ten years old in her hand. .

Edward introduced both parties.

The young woman is Nicole who works at the rescue station, holding her daughter Mikaela.

Girls are not lively and always have a lot of worries.

Erica talked to her for a few words, and she was dismayed, and whispered to Hawk, "It seems that I'm not very good at communicating with children."

"Then keep your distance." Hawke put down the barbecue he had just brought and said, "Try Frank's craftsmanship. He often boasted to me that when he used to live in a big house in Malibu, he often held self-service barbecue parties, barbecue meat. Top cooking skills.”

Erica cut a small piece, took a bite, nodded and said, "It's really great. Compared to him, the barbecue made by my father is not worthy of feeding the dog."

Hawke ate a piece and it was indeed unique: "I didn't expect that Frank didn't brag."

Erica asked curiously: "Frank is a good man. What does he do? Why do he live in a RV?"

Hawke actually has limited knowledge: "He claimed to be a Hollywood producer before. Because he divorced several ex-wifes and did not want to pay child support, he decided to go out and wander. His old friends sponsored the RV and even promised His safety.”

Seeing the corner of Erica's mouth with sauce, he sucked a napkin and handed it over: "I don't know much about the others. I suspect Frank is not his real name."

Erica wiped her mouth and stopped exploring: "Everyone has a secret."

Hawke couldn't let the two get in a mess, so he looked for topics that Erica was interested in: "Contact you with something. I plan to apply for a gun license. Is it easy to take the California gun license?"

He seemed very honest: "My job is a considerable portion of my work hours at night, and the security in Los Angeles... I have had a few troubles, and it is too dangerous without a gun as a deterrent."

Erica knew the dangers of nights in some places in Los Angeles, so she simply asked, “Can you be proficient in using a gun?”

"I'm from a small bankrupt farm in Wyoming, where there are vast land and sparsely populated people, and they can't use guns, and sheep will be eaten up by coyotes," Hawke said.

Erica said, "Background checks, there are still some courses to take." She thought for a while: "Let's do this, I have time tomorrow afternoon, and I'll accompany you."

Of course Hawke wouldn't refuse: "Then I'll bother you."

Erica touched him a can: "It's just a small matter."

On the other side, Mikaela actually followed Frank to learn barbecue, and Edward brought Nicole to the table.

The four of them had a happy chat.

During this period, Erica asked, "I sometimes deal with rescue stations, which one are you?"

"The Ackerman Charity Relief Station in the Hollywood area," said Nicole.

The name Ackerman made Hawke stand up, and he answered, "I often heard Edward mention you, and I thought you were near Poor Street."

Nicole turned his head and kissed Edward: “When he posted a business card in the Hollywood area, we met and it was a romantic encounter.”

Edward kissed back: “Fate is destined to let us meet, thank God.”

Hawke couldn't stand the two people and said, "There seems to be more and more homeless people around the Avenue of Stars."

"If the government does not take effective measures, Hollywood will evolve into the second poor street." Erica suddenly raised the topic: "The rescue station alone cannot solve these problems, and the rescue is being commercialized..."

Seeing that Nicole and Edward were unclear, she knew she had made the wrong occasion.

Hawke reacted very quickly, took the call and asked Nicole: "The rescue station belongs to the Ackerman Charity Foundation?"

"Yes," said Nicole. "I am an employee of the charity foundation, but I am the one who works at the bottom."

Erica thanked Hawk for helping him, smiled at him, and said, "Last time I read the news, the Ackerman Charity Foundation gave out tens of millions of dollars to help children with leukemia find bone marrow matching." Nicole said, "I'm not responsible." This part of my work is mainly to help the homeless people. Occasionally, there are charitable foundations for free physical examinations for them, and I will also help."

Edward heard Hawke talk about charity and reminded the ugly trio last time, but never mentioned it to Nicole. Instead, he praised: "It is said that many people were diagnosed with illness, and Nicole's work saved them. .”

Hawke understood a little bit why Edward could handle these lonely divorced women.

Emotional value.

Nicole is just the bottom-level employee of the foundation, and he feels a little accomplished. He smiled sweetly at Edward: "Some people come back after being cured, and some choose to return to society and never come back."

Having said that, Frank, who was barbecued not far away, suddenly raised his head and looked here.

Then, he lowered his head and continued to work hard.

He is now a homeless person and can't control those bad things.

Hawke noticed Frank's behavior, shouted at him, threw a can of beer over, "Enough to eat, come and chat together."

"After baking these." Frank glanced at Hawk. This guy was quite interesting, and I hope he wouldn't do stupid things.

After the meat steak and skewers were grilled, Hawk put the table together, and the five people gathered together to eat meat, drink, and brag.

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

During this period, among the people who came to the park for a walk, several Frank's acquaintances also joined.

The next afternoon, Hawke made an appointment with Erica and went to the Atel Mountain Shooting Range, which was cooperating with the Western Police Department, to submit a series of information, register for related courses, etc.

Erica made a phone call, and the background review passed as quickly as possible, and the course training and exams were scheduled as soon as possible.

As for live-fire shooting, it's a piece of cake for Hawk.

After the background check is passed, Hawke can go to the gun store in the shooting range to buy a gun.

Erica recommended the Glock 17 and 19, commonly used pistols for LAPD.

Hawke was like a stream of goodness and chose a handful of easy-to-carry 19.

Erica was working the night shift tonight, and Hawke drove her to the Western Police Station, parked her car at the door of the police station, and gave her a sense of presence.

The speed of gossip spread has always been amazing.

Hawke is not for anything else, it will be more convenient to cause trouble in West Los Angeles in the future.

It was getting dark and he was about to go back and rest, and Claire, assistant to Midnight Entertainment producer Megan Taylor, called.

Claire asked tentatively: "The last time the news was not broadcast, do you have any opinions on us? I haven't been here to deliver the news for a long time."

"I've been taking a few days off recently," Hawke said.

"Midnight Entertainment" lacked enough headlines in recent episodes, and the ratings began to fall. Megan Taylor was a little anxious and asked Claire to make a call.

Claire started PUA: "You are still young, and if you don't fight more, how can your studio develop?"

"The news that can be reached for the headlines is not available every day." All the headlines that Hawke took out are real and reliable, but many of them are produced and sold by him: "I am trying to find news points, so don't worry, just bid. It's high enough, I've gotten a lot of news, so I'll definitely sell it to you first."

On the way back, Hawke was still thinking about the next news, how to produce it.

The probability of relying on those that happen naturally is too low to grab the exclusive ones, and there are fewer than thousands of competitors in Los Angeles.

Back in the studio, I received a MMS from my phone.

After Hawke opened it, he found that Erica took a selfie in front of the full-body mirror after changing into the police uniform.

He replied: "A beautiful, heroic angel of justice has arrived in Los Angeles."

The phone rings in the cell phone ring, and Hawke thought it was Erica, but after the call was connected, it was a man's voice.

Eric said, "Will you go to Tracy's gym tomorrow?"

Hawke just made an appointment with an exam training course today and said, "I don't have time tomorrow. I want to participate in a gun training course and live ammunition assessment."

Eric was stunned: "No, the business war has reached this level of high-end?"

"When you go high enough, you will find that this is normal."

Eric sighed and said, "Johnson went overseas to do publicity. You don't have time. I can only go to the gym myself tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)