The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 104 Scandal
The patient was sent to the clinic and Hawke went to pay the fee. The clinic often did similar business and could guess a little about Campos' situation. They asked for $2000 at a time.

Edward was indignant: "You are robbing!"

Hawke stopped her, took out some cash and gave it to the fat woman at the cashier's booth.

As we walked back, Edward said, "In Compton, the maximum charge is $500."

"Can the person be cured?" Hawke asked.

Edward said, "That depends on whether God blesses him."

The two returned to the treatment room and through the glass on the door, they could see the nurse giving Campos an infusion.

Hawke sat in the corridor at the door, ignoring all this for the time being and continuing to think about the two businesses.

Alison could still think of some solutions, but Josh had no idea for the time being.

The hole you dig yourself is the hardest to fill.

Edward saw that the boss was thinking about something, so he simply kept silent and waited quietly.

His mind would only work when he was faced with people like Nicole and Deborah, and he'd better not think too much about other things.

For example, the last time he suggested that Josh Hartnett go to Compton to work as a prostitute, he was laughed at by Miss Baa.

Others might think this was a joke, but Edward gave the suggestion seriously.

The clinic also provides catering services, and Edward went to buy some food and drinks.

After a while, the nurse came to check on the patient and said that the patient's condition was improving and he had woken up.

Edward brought in some food and drink.

Soon he came out again and said to Hawke, "Boss, that butterfly wants to see you."

Hawke pushed the door into the consulting room and asked Edward to stand guard at the door.

Campos had just drunk some water, and when he saw Hawke, he recognized him: "It's you."

Hawke pulled open a chair and sat next to him: "Are you feeling better?"

Edward sat by the glass at the door and said, "This is my boss, Hawke Osment, founder of West Coast Media Entertainment Studios."

"Why did you save me?" Campos was very alert.

Hawke came up with the reason casually: "The reason is simple. You reminded me last time we met, and I avoided some trouble, so I asked a few friends to pay a little attention to you."

Campos realized, "Are those three black men who often help me your men?" He touched his butt subconsciously, "I thought they were going to attack me."

Edward was dissatisfied: "Hey, man, they may look ugly, but they have good hearts and hate gays."

Campos skipped the embarrassing topic and asked Hawke, "Did the Mule Gang ever cause you any trouble?"

Hawke did not comment and said, "You don't have legal status, so stay here and recover from your injuries. Don't go out and run around."

Looking at the bandaged wound on his leg, Campos was silent for a moment and asked directly: "What do you want me to do?"

Hawke's eyes fell on his right hand: "Who are you?"

Campos was thinking.

Edward couldn't help but shake his head: "We want to deal with you, not to mention those black homeless people on the street, and call the Immigration Bureau. Guess what will happen?"

He added, "We paid $2000 for your treatment! Do you know what that means? With $2000, we can hire homeless people on the street to kill ten people like you."

Campos spoke slowly: "I am a Mexican, a drug enforcement special agent. I used to work very seriously and responsibly. I want to do something for my hometown."

Hawke could guess something. The Mexican drug enforcement police were most afraid of taking responsibility seriously. Once they did so, the problem would be very serious.

Sure enough, Campos continued, "By chance, I led a few of my men to intercept a vehicle with a large amount of that kind of goods, and captured two dealers on the spot. I thought this was the best breakthrough point to take down the largest local dealer organization, so I went to report to the captain."

Edward automatically replied: "You were sold."

"Yes, the righteous captain, most of my colleagues in the bureau, are their people." Campos recalled the unbearable past, his face full of pain: "We were betrayed, several of my men were beaten to death in the street, and they also attacked me, and the people who did it were my colleagues!"

He seemed to see through it: "Fortunately, I was well-trained and fought my way out despite being injured, but I still can't forget what my colleagues said."

Without Hawke and Edward asking, Campos said, "They told me that the reason they were working as drug enforcement officers in Mexico was to make it easier for people to recruit them with large sums of money, or even switch to being drug dealers."

Hawke said: "Your experience can be adapted into a Hollywood movie."

Campos forced a smile. "After that, I became a wanted criminal for killing several of my men. I had no choice but to flee. I mixed in with the refugees from South America, entered California from Tijuana, and ended up in Los Angeles."

Hawke asked directly: "What is your full name and what city are you from?"

At this point, Campos simply said: "Joaquin Garcia Rodriguez, from San Luis City. Because I like the butterfly Campos, I changed my name to Campos. You can call me Campos from now on."

"You should get well first." Hawke wrote down the name and city, and said, "We'll talk about the rest after you recover."

“Thank you,” Campos said.

Hawke was about to leave: "Leave some cash and a cell phone for him, so he can call me if he has anything."

Edward first took out his gold-inlaid Motorola, quickly put it back into his pocket, then found a broken Nokia and placed it next to Campos.

Hawke left a little cash and took Edward away.

Edward went to see off the Big and the Second Ugly.

Hawke went around the city and found a public phone that was not under surveillance. He put on the gloves he carried with him and dialed the number in Mexico.

The person on the other end picked up the call quickly but didn't say anything.

Hawke said in a bad Hollywood movie accent: "My name is Phil Delno, I contacted you earlier."

There was laughter over there: "I remember you, you once sent us a big fat sheep."

The big fat sheep that Hawke sent over was Robert Downey Jr.'s playmate Cole.

He said, "Check me out a guy named Joaquin Garcia Rodriguez from St. Louis."

The man was surprised. "A wanted criminal by the St. Louis police? Well, it's just a small matter. Since the fat sheep you sent last time was fat enough, I will ask someone to check it out now. Please call me back in an hour."

Hawke responded and drove away.

He drove a long way around downtown Los Angeles.

This place can be called a combination of hell and heaven.

The area around City Hall is one of the most prosperous CBD areas in Los Angeles, and just a few streets away is the slum with the largest number of homeless people in California.

Further south, there is the famous Compton.

Hawke went to North Hollywood, found a suitable public telephone booth, waited for a while, and then dialed the number again.

The person on the other end said, "We found out. The person does exist, but the situation is not quite the same as on the wanted poster..."

Hawke listened carefully and found that the details were basically the same as what Campos said.

Before Hawke hung up the phone, the other party said, "Hey, man, send it over next time if there's a fat sheep."

Hawke hung up the phone.

Such a fat sheep is not easy to find.

He drove back to the studio, and before he got out of the car, his cell phone rang again.

Josh Hartnett called and asked anxiously, "Hawk, have you come up with a solution?"

Hawke had no choice but to say, "Keep calm, I'll contact you when I think of a way."

Josh added: "I know it's a bit anxious, but I'm in a bad situation. Will submitted audition applications to two other crews and was just rejected."

Hawke replied: "If I think of a solution, I will call you, it will take two days at most. If there is no good solution, I will also inform you."

Josh placed all his hopes on Hawke: "You can do it." He added: "Will is going to give you the information."

Hawke hung up the phone and thought to himself, I don’t have as much confidence as you.

Back at the studio, Josh Hartnett's agent Will was waiting in front of the studio with a briefcase in his hand.

Hawke invited him into the studio.

Will placed the information on the table and said, "I brought everything I could collect in the short term."

"Go back and tell Josh to be patient. Being too impatient can easily lead to mistakes." Hawke opened the bag and took a look. He said, "Only after doing a background check and having a basic understanding can we find a targeted strategy instead of making one mistake after another."

The black girlfriend that Josh hastily got together caused him to suffer a greater shock in the short term. Will said, "We are waiting for your good news. If you can't find a solution, please notify us as soon as possible."

Hawke shook hands with him and said, "In three days at most, I will give you a clear answer, whether it is possible or not." "I'll take my leave first." Will then left the West Coast Studio.

Hawke walks him out.

Before the door was closed, Frank came up with an ashtray.

Hawke put 10 cents in it.

Frank went straight to the refrigerator.

After he got the food and drinks, Hawke said, "You were so successful in the past, you must have connections in Mexico, right?"

Seeing Hawke offering an opportunity to show off, the King of Kings quickly came online: "Of course, I have slept with more Mexican female stars than you have ever seen Mexican women. You know Salma Hayek, right? She was the last Mexican actress I slept with, and I was almost suffocated to death by her chest at that time."

Hawke dug a trap and waited for him to show off, and at this time he said: "You have so many connections, help me find someone."

Frank was so pretentious that he had to bite the bullet and say, "Who are you asking about? If you want to mess up something, don't drag me down."

"The wanted criminal of the St. Louis Police Department is Joaquin Garcia Rodriguez." Hawke had some ideas, but at least he had to verify Campos' identity: "Ask him why he is wanted, the real reason, and it would be best if we could get a photo of him."

Frank was determined to lick the pussy he had put on himself. He repeated his name and said, "I'll call you later. It shouldn't be a big problem. You have to wait a little for the photos. It takes time to mail them from Mexico."

"Thanks." Hawke's refrigerator was always open to him for food and drinks, and there was a reason for that.

When it's time to pull someone into the water, do it without hesitation.

…………

Malibu, Beach House District.

Western Sound Records rented a heavily shielded beach house for the filming of its singers' music videos.

High up on the steps leading to the front lawn, Joanna sat under a parasol and watched Alison practice dancing with a group of young men and women.

To the accompaniment of electronic music, Allison, wearing a bikini, rubs her body like a snake. Various suggestive dance moves, coupled with her sexy figure, are very arousing.

The dance director would stop the dance from time to time, get off the car to demonstrate personally, and teach Alison how to perform the dance more seductively.

Electronic music and sexy dance have always been a perfect match.

With Alison's flirtatiousness, she looks even more alluring when she dances.

The only regret Joanna had was that Alison couldn't compose music or write lyrics, so she had to purchase all the songs from outside and couldn't get her hands on good resources.

The young agent Scooter came over from the back and sat in the empty seat next to him. He glanced at the practice scene and said, "Joe, you must control Alison these days and don't let her mess around. Now is the critical moment."

Joanna said: "I have been watching her 24 hours a day for the past two days. I won't let her go anywhere except our home in Beverly Hills, the recording studio and here."

"That's for the best." Scooter wondered, how could a girl who had just reached adulthood be so addicted?
Joanna was worried and asked, "How is your communication with Western Sound Records? Can they invest more resources in Alison?"

Scooter told the truth: "This company was only established in 97 and its strength is limited."

"I know." Joanna understood: "So, Alison, who was rejected by Universal, Sony and Warner, was signed by Western Voice."

If she had a choice, she would also like to choose a major record company.

Scooter then added, "But there is good news. I heard from Roger, the company's founder, that Bad Boy Records is very interested in Western Sound and may acquire it."

He asked, "You should know that many of this company's clients are black, just like you and Alison."

Joanna confirmed, "Is it P. Diddy's Bad Boy Records?"

"Yes, that's the company." Scooter said simply, "Although it can't compare to the three major record companies, Universal, Sony and Warner, Bad Boy is very powerful, especially P. Diddy. It is said that he has a wide network of connections. Singers like Mr. Notorious, Usher and Mary J. Blige all relied on him to become successful."

Joanna knew these singers, of course, and said, "They are all black." She thought this was a good thing: "I hope this acquisition can be completed smoothly."

Scooter said: "Roger, the founder and major shareholder of Western Voice, thinks so too."

After several days, Joanna finally heard some good news and said, "Can you find a way to get in touch with P. Diddy? We'll do the work in advance."

Scooter thought about it and said, "I'll try."

On the lawn, two pre-publicity staff members of Western Voice came over and set up their cameras to take some pre-publicity photos.

Fergie took some dance photos and asked her assistant to go into the house to transfer the photos to the computer and process them.

The assistant exclaimed: "She has a great figure."

Fergie moved the mouse, selecting the appropriate photo, and said, "Maybe mixed-race people have natural advantages."

After the two processed the pictures, they conducted another round of selection.

Fergie said as she typed on the keyboard, "Publish it online first. Combine Alison's photos from her childhood with her current photos and post them on entertainment websites and pop music forums. Remember to post them together so people know that the little girl back then has become a sexy beauty."

The assistant had a good relationship with her and couldn't help but add, "She's the type who likes to mess around."

"Don't talk about these things in front of others." Fergie reminded her assistant, "You publish it on the Internet, and I will email and call various media outlets to try to get Alison's photos and news published."

The assistant got busy, but he didn't forget to say, "It's hard not to pay."

Fei Ji also knows this: "We have limited funds, so we buy space, good reviews, and time slots, and our main investment is in the chart-topping stage."

The assistant first posted on a pop music forum, uploaded two sets of photos, and introduced that Alison was about to release a new album.

Then I changed to another entertainment website.

Fergie was also busy on the phone.

The assistant logged onto Yahoo Entertainment and suddenly discovered a piece of news.

"Singer Alison Faith's fall from grace, nude photos leaked!"

The assistant quickly clicked it, and when the web page popped up, there was not much text introduction, but many shocking photos appeared in front of him.

These photos are almost all close-ups of faces or whole bodies.

Alison knelt on the ground with soy milk all over her face.

If that were the only explanation, there would be a reason to explain it, but in some photos, Alison appeared with a soymilk maker.

But the owner of the soymilk maker does not appear in any of the photos.

The assistant's voice was trembling: "Feiji, Feiji! You need to come over here, now!"

Fergie hung up the phone in a hurry and quickly walked to the computer. The moment she saw the photo, she was dumbfounded.

"What website is this?" Fergie hoped it was a small forum where she could delete the post quickly...

The assistant pointed to the logo on the web page: "Yahoo Entertainment."

"It's over." Fergie quickly took out her cell phone and contacted Yahoo Entertainment.

The reply from the other side was very clear: the news had already been published and could not be deleted.

While I was still on the phone, the assistant looked at other entertainment websites and said, "It's on the blogs. Many big bloggers have reposted Yahoo Entertainment news."

Fergie knew very well that she couldn't suppress the situation on her own, so she immediately called her boss Roger.

Roger said he would come right over.

Fergie hurried out of the house and called to Joanna and Scoone, "Come here, please."

The two followed Fergie to the computer.

The moment she saw the picture, Joanna almost fainted and quickly held onto the table.

Scoone was also stunned and asked, "Joe, are you sure it's Alison?"

Joanna replied weakly: "Yes, it's her."

Scoone, a capable agent, asked Fergie, "Isn't the photo a composite?"

"I can confirm that it is not synthetic," the assistant replied.

Scoon continued, "Have you contacted the website? Can it be deleted quickly?"

"It's no use," Fergie replied. "By the time we found out about the news, it had already been picked up by many websites and bloggers, and the news had already spread."

She added: "I have informed the boss Roger."

Scoone was not a PR manager, so he asked Joanna, "Where's your PR? Call her over here. If this matter isn't handled properly, Alison will become a laughing stock in America, not to mention releasing an album."

Joanna couldn't stand any longer, so she sat down on the sofa next to her. Suddenly she thought of Johnson and shouted, "Hawk! Find Hawk Osment!"

(End of this chapter)