The Wolf of Los Angeles

Chapter 88 Mexican Mule Gang

Nicole works for a rescue station, located in the Hollywood area.

In recent years, the number of homeless people in the traditional central Hollywood area represented by the Avenue of Stars has increased dramatically.

Correspondingly, the rescue station also came.

According to what Edward told Hawke, Nicole and him had lived in the rescue station before.

All food, drink, defecation and urination are used in rescue stations.

After crossing Highland Street, the business car stopped on a street east of Star Avenue.

At the door of the rescue station, there was a sign of the Ackerman Charity Foundation, and many homeless people were queuing up.

Hawke was not in a hurry to get out of the car and sat in the car to observe carefully. In addition to the cheap food distribution of hamburgers, pizza and bottled water at the rescue station, several medical vehicles were parked on the side of the rescue station to help the homeless people check their bodies for free.

Edward stared at the medical car: "It's been a lot lately..."

Hawke photographed him and reminded, “Don’t talk more.”

Edward nodded, “I know.”

Hawke opened the car door and got out of the car, pointing to the door of the rescue station: "Nicole is there."

Edward picked up two boxes and walked towards the door.

Hawk followed behind, looking at him curiously as he walked.

Free physical examinations, blood draws and nutritious meals are provided, which is quite tempting, and many people are queuing up.

"Boss, I'll go find Nicole." Edward pointed to the door of the rescue station:

Hawke stopped, "I'll be waiting for you here."

Edward went to the door of the rescue station with the box in his arms.

Nicole seemed very busy, so he asked him to wait for a while.

In Los Angeles in June, after the sun rose, the sun was a little sunny, and Hawke hid in the shade of the trees and continued to observe the free physical examination.

He found that some of the people in the queue were driven out, and he got closer a little, and after listening for a while, he roughly understood.

These people participated in a free physical examination at the Ackerman Charity Foundation some time ago, and this physical examination was aimed at the newly arrived homeless people.

People who have already had a physical examination are sure that it is useless. Maybe there is a newcomer? Hawke inevitably develops associations.

There are also several journalists and photographers taking photos nearby.

The Ackerman Charity Foundation has always paid great attention to its own publicity.

Seeing many people taking pictures, Hawke simply took out his Nokia phone, took pictures of the door of the rescue station, and then took pictures of the medical car.

"Sir." A Mexican descended next to him and pointed to the ground: "You have something dropped."

Hawke glanced and a card fell to the ground. It seemed that the style was Megan Taylor's business card, which should have been brought out when he took out his phone.

"Thank you." Hawke picked up the card.

The Mexicans didn't say anything anymore, their legs and feet seemed not very straightforward, and they turned toward the door of the relief station.

Hawke flipped over the business card, with Meghan's lipstick prints on it, and wrote a line of words with an eyebrow pencil.

"At 12 pm, my house."

Hawke guessed that it might be Meghan tucked it into her jacket pocket this morning.

"Play a **** game?" He put away his business card.

Edward each had a box holding his arms, which contained something, and walked back with difficulty.

Hawke greeted him and helped.

When the two were about to meet, Edward suddenly became chaotic behind him. The two old blacks pushed the Mexicans hard, and the Mexicans who had just received the burger kept retreating.

Hawke accelerated his pace and surpassed Edward, blocking the Mexicans who were ramming behind him.

Mexicans have not had very straight legs and feet and almost fell down.

Hawke held his back and looked at the opposite side: "Be careful."

Several volunteers in vests rushed over, separated the two sides, and warned: "If this happens, we can only cancel today's meal."

The two old blacks did not want to become public enemies and turned around and left here.

When the Mexicans saw that it was Hawk, they hurriedly said, "Thank you."

Hawke said, "It's OK."

The Mexican bent down, picked up the burger that fell to the ground, and limped into the intersection on the left.

Hawke took Edward a box and asked, "Is there any?"

Edward said, "There are a few more people in front of you. Nicole will send someone to the back door, so we drive to the back door."

The two of them came here, put the box in the car, drove around the intersection on the left, and moved to the back of the relief station.

This is a parking lot next to the back door. After the car was parked, Edward went to the back door alone to wait, and Hawke sat in the car and blew the air conditioner.

A Dodge pickup truck drove over from a parking space next to it.

This car belongs to the same model as Hawke drove while in Provo, and he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

The old man in Dodge's driving seat turned off the engine and pulled out the key, placed it behind the blindfold, got out of the car and made a phone call, and quickly left.

Hawke was wondering if the car would be stolen. A bald Mexican man walked over, opened the car door and got into the car, took out the key to light it.

Maybe I saw someone in the car here, and my bald raised my left hand and raised my **** toward it.

Hawke gave him a **** without hesitation.

The bald man glanced at him fiercely, turned around and left. Hawke looked at the place where the old man had gone, but he didn't see the old man, but saw the limping Mexican just now and walked over quickly.

Mexican held the car with his right hand and said to Hawk, "Don't worry about these things."

Hawke lowered the window, glanced over the other party's right hand very quickly, and asked, "Man, is there anything wrong?"

Mexicans said, "It's the Mexican mule gang that is transporting goods. Just pretend you didn't see them. They are very cruel, so don't worry too much."

Hawke could hear that this was kind and said, "Thank you, I won't cause trouble."

The Mexicans took back their hands and wanted to go back.

Hawke stopped him, "Man, what's your name?"

The Mexicans stopped, "My name is Campos."

Edward pulled a flatbed cart over from the back door of the rescue station and answered, "This is a good name. I remember there is a butterfly called Campos."

Mexicans forced a smile.

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

Hawke took two bottles of water from the car and handed it to him: "Just coming to Los Angeles?"

Campos took the water and spoke without saying a word.

Hawke stopped asking, "Thank you."

Carrying two bottles of water, Campos walked towards the corner of the parking lot, where several Mexicans were sitting on broken cardboard in the shade.

Edward put his stuff in the driver's seat and drove, asking curiously, "Boss, why are you interested in that Mexican?"

Hawke said: "He is not an ordinary person. He has traces of long-term gun use at the right hand and his index finger."

Edward was surprised: "Gang members?"

"I don't know either." Hawke thought for a while and said, "From the current situation, this person may be from Los Angeles, and he probably has no legal identity. If you go back, tell them, observe... and take care of this person. .”

Edward said, "I'll go back to find the big ugly when I put it down."

Hawke asked, "Have you heard of the Mule Gang?"

"I've heard." Edward, a local native, knows more about the bottom of society: "A gang of dealers has only risen on the US-Mexico border in recent years. I've heard from Compton people that they act extremely ruthlessly. , he shot and killed someone at a disagreement. It is said that he snatched several cargo routes and opened up the Los Angeles market."

Hawke nodded: "I have heard that the Mexican dealer organization is very powerful."

"The Mexican dealers are all a group of super outlaws." Edward thought for a while: "I have a guy who said that the big dealers in Mexico are not gangs at all, but warlords."

He found a comparison: "It's really harder than doing things. That short gang is not worthy of carrying shoes for Mexican mules."

It is not easy for Hawke to find a useful cannon fodder, and reminds him: "If you encounter it in the future, hide away."

Edward said: "I definitely won't provoke them. It's too late to hide. These Mexican dealers are unreasonable. If you think you pose a threat, you will chase and bite like a mad dog."

The business car returned to East Hollywood, and Edward had no place to live for the time being, so Hawke had to take him in and wait for him to find a new home.

Edward swore: "Boss, you must believe me. At most half a month, I can handle Deborah, move to Donny's mansion, and beat Donny's son."

In other words, Hawke didn't believe it, and he believed in Edward's ability in this regard.

Edward packed up his belongings and invited Hawke to a big meal at noon.

In the afternoon, the two received a call from an informant, and Tom Cruise and Spanish actress Penelope Cruz appeared at the Beverly Shopping Center.

Hawke and Edward drove over immediately.

But when I came to the shopping center, I found paparazzi everywhere. At first glance, I saw that there were camera lenses.

Hawke lost interest and drove Edward to take pictures, sat in the car to rest, ready to fire at night.

Suddenly, he found Sarah Parker's figure appeared on the big screen in the shopping mall in front of the car.

That's a cosmetics advertisement.

Hawke watched it for a while and was playing Lancome's Aurora Essence Maintenance Set ad.

It is obvious that Sarah Parker has received this series of endorsements.

Hawke took out his cell phone and called Caroline.

No one answered the other side. After a while, Caroline called back: "I was in a meeting just now, are you asking me for trouble?"

Hawke said, "Miss Me, you don't pay much attention to your work."

Caroline retorted: "How to pay attention to it? Learn from the sheep's scream."

"You want me to not object." Hawke said the serious matter: "Your client won the Lancome endorsement, and the suggestion comes from me. Don't you give me a commission?"

Caroline was not confused: "Hey, country bumpkin, if I remember correctly, your plan was bought by Sarah for $250,000!"

Hawke didn’t really want money, but made sure the matter was going well. He said: “If your customers still have business strategic planning needs, please come to me.”

"I get it." Caroline hung up the phone.

Hawke hadn't put down his phone, but the ringtone rang again, but it was Johnson who called it.

He answered: "Ask me to practice guns or exercise?"

"Not these." Johnson asked directly: "Haoke, you don't have business now, are you busy?"

Hawke replied seriously: "Not yet."

Johnson said: "Don't take on other businesses first. Do you still remember what I mentioned at the shooting range last time? I passed the screening and my first audition and wanted to strive for the hero. Can you help me?"

Hawke responded directly, "No problem."

(End of this chapter)