The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 100 Crew members become robbers

At the front of the top deck, Alison waved at the two of them without any shyness, and asked, "Want to join us?"

"You guys continue." Hawke didn't feel embarrassed at all. He gave Erica a look and the two of them walked towards the rear deck together.

Erica whispered, "It's Hollywood."

The two came to the stern of the deck, sat in the two last chairs, and looked at the stars in the sky together.

Not far ahead, a faint sound came from above.

The two men became one lying on the guardrail, and the other standing behind.

Erica enjoyed the show openly: "I didn't expect there would be a free movie tonight."

Hawke, being so shameless, simply raised the binoculars he brought with him: "It's still the San Fernando Valley plot."

Erica suppressed her laughter and said, "It's prettier than the stars."

The two people performing could vaguely see the people over here appreciating the performance.

One of the bad guys actually used a telescope!

So shameless!
Finally, they were embarrassed by being looked at, so Alison picked up her clothes and pulled the man downstairs, but instead of going back, they went to the outer corridor of the second-floor deck.

Erica noticed a light coming on behind her and looked over there: "It looks like a boat is coming."

Hawke remembered Johnson saying, "Refill the ship with fuel."

Lights came on on the rear deck platform, and several crew members appeared and got busy.

Hawke glanced down and saw the second mate appear on the quarterdeck.

Not long after, the first mate also came over.

Erica was also looking at the rear deck. Out of professional sensitivity as an LAPD officer, she whispered, "It's just to refuel. Why are so many people gathering on the rear deck?"

Hawke lowered his voice: "Let's take a look first."

Both of them were wearing dark coats and hiding on the top deck, making them less likely to be seen.

The fuel tanker gradually approached from a distance and slowly stopped on the side of the rear deck.

The crews on both sides became busy.

In addition to refueling the oil pipeline, several boxes of vegetables and drinks were moved to the rear deck of the yacht.

Hawke picked up the telescope and, with the help of the light, first looked at the old Mexican who was replenishing the ship, then looked carefully at the boxes, and whispered to Erica, "Dawn prepared enough food for five days, there is no need to replenish these."

Erica took the binoculars, looked carefully for a while, and her expression became serious: "I smell the smell of traffickers."

Hawke turned on the recorder and pointed the camera downward.

Erica put the harpoon reel on her wrist and held the fishing and hunting slingshot in her hand.

Hawke was worried that she would act impulsively, so he pointed to the tanker and said, "There are a lot of them."

Erica just prepared for the worst and nodded slightly.

On the rear deck platform, the second mate asked the person who came to take over: "How much is it this time?"

The man said, "Twice as much as last time."

With so much cargo involved, the second mate did not dare to be careless and waved to his three trusted confidants.

The three men each opened a box and checked the goods hidden in the mezzanine.

The first mate took two steps forward quietly, and while the second mate was talking to the Mexican, he took a quick look and calculated the quantity and value.

O'Reilly came up next.

The first mate signaled to the Mexican with his eyes to wait until they left.

When the quantity here matched, the second mate had the goods transported into the warehouse and locked the door.

After the fuel was replenished, the Mexicans went back one after another, and the tanker gradually moved away from the yacht.

The lights went out, and the first mate turned to the second mate: "The goods have arrived, where is the money?"

The second mate felt that something was not going well and put his hands in his pockets: "We agreed that we would give you 50% more when we get to shore."

The first mate said, "We want them all."

Hearing this, the second mate immediately pulled a gun from his pocket.

But before he could pick up the gun, one of the three confidants who were guarding behind him had already put the gun to his lower back: "Don't move!"

The second mate turned around and looked at his men in surprise: "You..."

Another person said directly: "Sorry, boss, you gave too little and they gave too much."

The first mate went over and snatched the gun from the second mate.

He already had an idea of ​​how to deal with this guy.

The yacht could reach Guadalcanal before daybreak, cut the second mate a few times and throw him into the sea. The great white shark would love this gift.

The seven people present could all testify that the second mate slipped and fell into the water.

They went back to process the goods and left Los Angeles immediately.

While the confrontation was going on here, the second deck leaned towards the guardrail of the outer corridor at the rear.

Stimulated by the special environment, Alison and the young chef have reached the brink of huge storms.

The former was like a drunken Hollywood star, enjoying the most insane sensory stimulation and suddenly shouted out.

This out-of-date singer possessed an outstanding voice, whose high, loud and melodious sound floated in the darkness.

"Who?"

Everyone on the rear deck was at their most nervous, especially the three men who had stabbed the second mate in the back, their emotions were volatile.

The traitor holding the gun subconsciously turned the gun and pulled the trigger in the direction where the sound came from.

boom! boom! boom--

Gunshots rang out one after another, and bullets hit the hull with a clanging sound.

In America, many people can recognize the sound of gunfire.

Alison let out a piercing scream and turned and ran across the second deck.

The chef ran faster than her.

The first mate yelled, "Stop firing! Stop firing!"

The man stopped only after he had used up the six bullets in his revolver.

"Fuck!" the first mate yelled angrily and had the second mate tied up, gagged and locked up in the cargo hold.

O'Reilly came over with a gun in hand: "Trouble, the screaming woman, from the sound of it, she is the coquettish girl among the guests."

The first mate remembered the slut who was flirting with men everywhere, and he was sure it was her from the voice.

O'Reilly asked, "Boss, she must have seen it, what should we do?"

What should I do? The first mate also wanted to find someone to ask for advice, but the other six people were looking at him, waiting for his orders.

The first mate knew that he could not remain silent. He had to calm these people down at the critical moment. He hesitated for a moment and said, "O'Reilly, take three men with guns to the lobby and immediately control the satellite phone. Then go to the second and third floors and tie up all those rich guys and the captain!"

He looked at the other two and said, "Bute, you go back to the engine room and guard it. Richardson, you come with me to the cockpit, and we'll talk about the rest after we take control of the ship."

The crew members were relatively tough guys and they sprang into action immediately.

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A little earlier, on the top deck, Hawke and Erica exchanged glances and ran towards the stairs at the same time.

Erica only said one sentence: "We are controlled and our lives are in the hands of others."

Hawke didn't say anything, nodded slightly, and went downstairs first.

As soon as I reached the third floor, the door of the master bedroom suddenly opened.

As soon as Johnson showed his head, he saw two sharp harpoons in front of him and quickly raised his hands: "Guys, it's me."

He didn't know Erica, but he knew Hawke. Seeing this, he quickly asked, "What's going on? I think I heard gunshots, and they went off several times in a row."

"The crew members have turned into robbers, we need to take action!" Hawke didn't have time to talk too much, he just said it briefly and went downstairs.

Erica followed closely behind.

Johnson hesitated for a moment, then followed barefoot.

Hawke came to the corner of the stairs and raised his fist to the back, and Erica stopped.

She followed Hawke, moving quietly down the stairs.

There were dense footsteps coming from the first floor, and the other party might come up at any time.

Hawke went down to the second floor quietly and pointed to Erica at the ground below.

Erica nodded slightly, squatted down, and used the upper and lower layers + the angle to cover her body.

Johnson followed and tapped his chest.

Hawke pointed to the laundry room at the stairwell and whispered, "I won't move, so don't move."

Johnson went into the laundry room.

Hawke dodged into the corridor, where there was a public restroom at the outermost end.

He hid at the bathroom door, with the harpoon hung on a rubber band, ready to launch.

The footsteps soon reached the stairs and sounded a bit messy.

Hawke could tell that these people had not received very professional training.

O'Reilly took the satellite phone, found the spare key to the cabin door, and took the second mate's three traitors upstairs.

The number one traitor turned the stairs and arrived at the entrance of the corridor, and suddenly found something flashing coldly under the bright light.

Before he could react, Hawke shot the fish bladder at close range and hit his neck with a "whoosh".

The rebel felt it was difficult to breathe, his strength disappeared, and he fell to one side.

Almost at the same time, Erica stood up from the stairs leading to the third floor and pulled the rubber band with her right hand.

There was a sound of breaking wind, and the second crew member who rushed upstairs felt something hit the back of his head. Then his eyes went dark, and he could not control his body and fell down.

O'Reilly raised his hand and pointed his gun, but Johnson rushed out of the laundry room on his side, grabbed the man with both hands, and threw him out.

The guy's back hit the stair railing and his body was almost broken into pieces.

The fourth person wanted to retreat, but Hawke had already rushed up, picked up a pistol on the ground, and fired three shots at the bottom of the stairs.

boom! boom! boom!
Hawke hit him in the torso with the first two shots, and hit him directly in the head with the last shot.

That guy had two more thoughts and a wild imagination. Johnson rushed over and twisted O'Reilly's hands behind his back with skillful movements, breathing heavily nervously.

He raised his head and looked across. The two monsters looked calm, without even breathing a breath.

At this moment, the corridor fell into an eerie silence. There were no screams, and no one came out to check the situation.

Erica picked up a pistol.

Hawke checked the other three one by one, temporarily turned off the recorder on his chest, and said, "They can't survive."

Erica comforted him, "Don't worry, it'll be okay."

O'Reilly also heard it, his eyes widened, and he said while trying to hold back the pain: "You are crazy, crazy! How dare you kill someone!"

Johnson, Hawke, and Erica looked at the four pistols they brought and didn't bother to answer him.

Hawke searches the three bodies and finds a magazine.

"You have companions, where are they?" Erica squatted in front of O'Reilly and grabbed his left little finger.

O'Reilly didn't want to answer and groaned in pain.

Erica twisted it hard, and the little finger and the back of her hand formed a 90-degree angle.

O'Reilly screamed.

Hawke reminded Johnson: "This broke when he fell."

Johnson nodded: "I remember it."

Erica grabbed O'Reilly's second finger.

"Wait, wait!" O'Reilly thought to himself, I'm just a small crew member who occasionally earns a little extra money, how can you be so cruel? I have to give him some time to ease the pain.

He was afraid that the second one would be broken, so he said quickly: "There are three more people. One is the technician Booth in the engine room, and the other two are in the wheelhouse."

Hawke asked, "The first mate is in the wheelhouse?"

Seeing that even the first officer knew about it, O'Reilly thought that this was someone from the FBI or DEA, and nodded repeatedly: "He's in the cab, let us control you first."

He also said loudly: "I am willing to be a tainted witness!"

Erica asked again: "Where are the other crew members and the captain?"

"For those who are not on night shift, we added some special seasickness medicine to the Evian mineral water. They will hardly wake up once they fall asleep." O'Reilly spoke very quickly, fearing that another finger would be broken. "The captain has nothing to do with these things. He is old and never works night shifts."

Hawke removed the magazine from his gun and checked the number of bullets. He said, "Take the boat back and prevent the enemy from jumping off the wall."

“I agree,” Erica said.

Johnson picked up a pistol and said, "I'll go with you."

Hawke pointed the gun at O'Reilly: "Cooperate with me."

O'Reilly asked sadly: "Can I refuse?"

Hawke's foot landed on the palm of his hand.

O'Reilly quickly said, "I'll do it, I'll do it."

Erica glanced at the compass on her watch: "The ship has been moving south. Hurry up and deal with them and stop the ship."

Johnson found a satellite phone on O'Reilly.

Erica asked for it, made a phone call, and spoke a few words quickly.

Hawke glanced at her.

Erica said, "Let's take control of the boat first."

Hawke pointed the gun at O'Reilly: "Get up."

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In the cockpit, the first officer heard the gunshots.

Richardson pulled out his gun: "Someone's shooting."

The first officer listened carefully and heard no further gunshots. He said, "O'Reilly must be warning someone. There are four of them."

Richardson felt a little relieved and put the gun on the table at the side.

There was no further movement and the first mate stopped talking, concentrating on thinking about what to do next.

If that doesn't work, just sail to Panama, he also has acquaintances there.

The second mate must have money.

Yes, and the rich guys on the ship.

Knock out all the money.

The first mate was thinking when someone knocked on the cockpit door from outside.

O'Reilly's voice came in: "Boss, I've woken up the people and put them under control. The three of them are watching."

The first mate asked, "Did they fire?"

"There were a few bastards who didn't understand the situation." O'Reilly glanced at the man pointing a gun at him on the side of the door and said, "I scared them a little."

Hawke adjusted the recorder slightly to capture Johnson and Erica.

Richardson went to open the door, and as soon as it opened, Johnson rushed up from the side and crashed into him like a ferocious beast.

He fell to the ground with Richardson, but the latter became his meat pad.

Just as Johnson was about to use a rear-naked choke, the first officer reached for his gun.

But Erica was much faster than him. She turned to the door, held the gun with both hands, and pulled the trigger.

Three more gunshots rang out, and the first mate fell to the ground, his bleeding body twitching continuously.

On the floor, Johnson has Richardson under control.

Hawke took a few cable ties and threw them to O'Reilly: "Go, tie him up."

O'Reilly went to tie up the man, but facing Hawk's gun, he didn't dare to make any small movements.

Hawke said, "Tie your hands three times, your feet three times, take off your belt, untie your shoelaces and continue tying them."

O'Reilly endured the pain on his hands and back and went to tie up his companions. He couldn't help but complain in his heart, "You guys are so strong, why are you still so cautious?"
Richardson was released by Johnson, took a breath, and cursed: "Traitor!"

Hawke handed over the tape.

O'Reilly quickly took over, tearing off piece after piece, sealing Richardson's mouth tightly.

Johnson said, "I've been driving the yacht, do you want me to stop?"

Hawke stopped him, saying, "There's still someone in the engine room. Don't stop the ship. Stay in the cockpit and guard it. Don't let anyone sabotage it. Erica and I will go and take care of him."

Erica said nothing and nodded slightly.

"Let's go, lead the way." O'Reilly had been the leader once, so he had no psychological pressure to do it the second time.

The three of them came to the engine room and could hear the sound of the machinery running in the distance.

O'Reilly stood at the door and knocked again, shouting, "Bute, it's me, O'Reilly, the first mate wants you."

The hatch opened, and just as the man was about to ask a question, the black muzzle of a gun appeared in front of him.

Erica said coldly, "Come out."

When the engineer saw that Erica was a woman, he stepped out of the door and raised his hand to grab the gun.

A knee came flying from the side and hit him hard in the lower abdomen.

Before the man could scream, Hawke reached out and grabbed his throat. The man couldn't breathe and his face turned red due to lack of oxygen.

Erica searched but found no gun.

O'Reilly took out his cable ties and tied the man up without Hawke's orders. Fearing that he would be called a traitor, he simply sealed his mouth.

Hawke entered the engine room and found a pistol and a shotgun.

O'Reilly said that their guns were usually hidden in the engine room.

Hawke asked O'Reilly to open the cargo hold and saw the second mate with his hands and feet tied and his mouth gagged.

Erica found the intercom and called Johnson in the cockpit, asking him to turn around and return to Los Angeles.

Hawke took this opportunity to have O'Reilly find the goods delivered by the tanker, and then he personally packed and sealed them for O'Reilly.

The threat was temporarily resolved and the two men breathed a sigh of relief.

Erica looked at the boxes and asked Hawke, "Does the recorder still have power?"

Hawke took the recorder in his hand and pointed it at the box.

Erica opened a box, threw the vegetables and fruits aside, and quickly found the mezzanine.

She opened the interlayer, revealing sealed plastic bags inside, each larger than her palm.

Erica took out one of the boxes, placed it on top of another box, and cut open one side of the package with a knife.

There's white powder all over it.

Erica looked at it carefully and confirmed: "Class card stamp."

Hawke adjusted the angle to allow more light and a clearer shot.

Erica removed all the layers and asked Hawke to take a picture of the plastic bag inside.

There are 30 large bags in this interlayer alone.

Maybe this is nothing in Mexico and Southern California, but in the place where Hawke was born in his previous life, just one pack is a shocking case.

Erica opened another box and found 30 plastic bags in the compartment under the wine bottles.

There is another box at the back, the same thing.

Hawke filmed them all.

The number was so large that even Erica was moved.

After all the filming was done, Hawke turned off the recorder and said, "Congratulations, beautiful detective, you have cracked a major armed drug trafficking case."

The yacht is from Santa Monica and is registered in Los Angeles, so the case was naturally taken over by the LAPD.

Erica was not polite at all and said directly: "I won't say thank you, this matter can be a help to me."

Outside, the sky gradually turned white.

After being woken up, everyone was surprised and frightened, so the task of comforting them naturally fell to Johnson.

Hawke sat in the cockpit, supervising the captain as he steered the boat back to Santa Monica.

(End of this chapter)