The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 111 Rules are meant to be trampled upon

Ater Hill Shooting Range, West Los Angeles.

With the brand new AR-15 against his shoulder, Hawke took aim and pulled the trigger. Shell casings popped out of the semi-automatic rifle, and bullets kept flying out of the muzzle, hitting a static target fifty meters away.

The magazine was quickly emptied.

Hawke put away the empty magazine, took off his noise-isolating headset, and asked Erica, who had also taken off her headset, "How are your grades?"

Erica gave him a thumbs up: "Full ring!"

Hawke loaded the magazine with bullets: "I went back to Wyoming some time ago and tried it in the mountains. I only fired five shots and killed four coyotes."

"I heard that Wyoming is a vast land with few people and wild animals are rampant." Erica put on the headset, loaded her AR with magazines, and walked to the shooting range: "Is your ranch being harassed? I can help you solve the problem."

She raised the gun, put the butt against her shoulder, and emptied the magazine in one breath faster than Hawke.

Hawke looked at the electronic scoreboard, waited for Erica to take off her headset, and said, "Full ring, two seconds shorter than me."

Erica put down the gun and saw that there was no one around. She said softly, "I prefer hunting living things to motionless targets."

"It's a pity that you can't help my ranch." Hawke knew Erica's purpose in saying this, and said directly: "The last time I went back, I just bought back the small ranch that was taken away by the bank after my parents died, and entrusted it to an agency to manage it."

Erica picked up the new magazine, loaded it on the gun, and smiled at Hawke: "It doesn't matter, as long as we can hunt."

Hawke continued to pull: "It is said that there are brown bears in the nearby mountains."

Erica was very interested: "I'll try to find a way to get a hunting quota."

The gunshots rang out again.

Near noon, the two men had each fired more than 100 rounds.

Erica packed up her guns and said to Hawke, "You've been so busy lately that you don't have time to practice shooting. Your shooting speed is obviously not as fast as mine."

Hawke agrees: "You have to practice often to keep your touch."

Erica took the initiative to suggest: "If your time permits, can we come here to practice shooting two or three times a week? It feels so good to play with you."

"Sure." Hawke responded, "We just closed a big deal. I'll treat you at noon. What would you like to eat?"

Erica said, "I have to go to the district attorney's office this afternoon, so let's have a simple meal."

The two went back to change out of their training uniforms, drove to a nearby Mexican restaurant, ordered some food, and chatted while eating.

Erica said, "I haven't thanked you for the computer repairman case last time. I became famous again."

"You're welcome. We're helping each other." Hawke said in advance, "I need it for publicity, and you even set aside time for him to be interviewed by the media."

Erica thought of the hottest entertainment news in Los Angeles in the past month, and couldn't help but lower her voice and said, "How did you come up with that kind of PR promotion? When you asked Brian to convey that the maintenance man was going to turn himself in, I was shocked. Can media publicity be done like this?"

Hawke said roughly: "The parties involved are in such a bad situation that they have to find other ways and think of some special solutions."

"It worked great. Alison is one of the hottest singers this month." Erica couldn't help laughing. "Brian praised you highly, saying that you are the only one in Los Angeles who can make a super scandal into a hot topic."

She leaned a little closer, looking very close to Hawke, and spoke as if they were sharing a secret: "He knew I would tell you, so he deliberately used this method to build a relationship so that you would help him do things."

Hawke also moved closer: "It's okay, when he comes to me, I will ask for a large sum of money, at least seven figures."

Erica started to push again: "This is perfect, we will have the funds to go hunting in the wilderness."

"We still have to wait for the wilderness hunt until the threat from the Mule Gang is eliminated." Hawke naturally turned the topic to the Mule Gang: "Is the LAPD's operation going smoothly?"

Erica couldn't go into detail, so she could only give a general idea: "We cleared three large strongholds and five small bulk cargo locations, and arrested dozens of people. However, the Mexican gangs are difficult to deal with and are particularly fierce. Several colleagues were injured in the operation."

She stepped back, picked up the cup and took a sip of water, then continued, "There are so many Mexicans in Los Angeles and Southern California that it's hard to dig them all out."

Hawke nodded slightly and said, "I may have a clue here, but I can't be sure yet."

Hearing this, Erica reminded: "You are in business, don't get involved with the Mule Gang. This is the job of the LAPD."

"After the incident on the yacht, we are now sworn enemies with the Mule Gang." Hawke said firmly, "We will only be safe if we drive them out of Los Angeles as much as possible."

He gave a general account of Campos and showed Erica a photo: "Check him out."

Erica took a picture, sent a picture message, and made a phone call.

When lunch was almost over, the call came back. Erica answered and said to Hawke, "The situation is true. There have been many similar incidents in Mexico. There was also a vicious incident where a mayor who advocated drug prohibition was shot to death by drug dealers."

Hawke reminded: "You have to be careful too."

"I pay attention to it." Erica added, "I practice shooting every week to keep my hand feeling."

Hawke went to pay the bill.

The two came out of the restaurant, Erica got into Hawk's car, and returned to the shooting range to get the car.

During the conversation, she said: "This is the clue you found. Our first consideration is not to report it to the higher authorities, but to do what is in your best interest."

"Our interests," Hawke said.

"Yes, it's in our interest." Erica felt very comfortable: "I won't report this matter to the higher authorities yet. I'll wait for the exact information from you. Aren't you good at operations? You can think about it. If we really find any clues, what should we do so that both of us can benefit."

"I'll have to think about it." Hawke agreed completely.

As for the lives of the Mexicans, Erica didn't care much.

She only cared about Hawke: "Don't show up, don't go to that parking lot."

Hawke could tell she meant well, and said, "Campos is an expert in this area, and I would only cause trouble if I went."

Erica's family education taught her how to motivate people: "Tell Campos that if he really gains something, the LAPD will help him solve his identity problem."

The two men returned to the shooting range to get the gun bags containing their long rifles, then got into their cars and left.

On the way back, Hawke remembered the call from Caroline yesterday and notified the accountant to transfer money to Miss Mee's bank account.

Miss Mee called soon to express her gratitude.

Hawke entered East Hollywood and a call came from Brian Ferguson.

He asked, "Do you have time? Come out for a drink."

Hawke asked, "Which place, the name of the bar."

"Covina." Brian gave an address: "Citrus Bar."

The place is a bit far, Hawke said, "You are in the far southeast, can't you come to West Los Angeles?"

Brian had his own considerations: "Come and see the small country town where I live."

Hawke drove east along Santa Monica Boulevard, turned onto the San Bernardino Freeway, continued east, out of the city of Los Angeles, and arrived at the easternmost town in Los Angeles County.

Covina is famous for its citrus industry.

The Citrus Bar is located on the town’s widest main street, with a huge citrus sign on the roof that is particularly eye-catching.

Hawke parked the car and walked through the door of the bar.

It was mid-afternoon and there were not many people in the hotel. He spotted Brian sitting at the bar, went over, pulled out a high chair, and sat next to him.

Brian asked, "Want something to drink?"

The middle-aged bartender automatically interrupted: "How about trying the citrus wine? It's handmade and a specialty of the citrus bar. You will definitely be impressed after you drink it."

"Give me a drink." Hawke took the wine from the bartender, looked at the orange liquid, took a sip, and politely praised, "Great, unique flavor."

"It's more like a dessert drink, with too much sugar added to it," Brian said.

The middle-aged bartender was dissatisfied: "Do you have to hit me every time?"

Hawke said: "This guy is used to it."

The middle-aged bartender smiled and went somewhere else.

Hawke picked up the glass and asked, "Why did you suddenly invite me over for a drink?"

Brian clinked glasses with him and said, "I have been reviewing your entire operation process these days. The more I think about it, the more I am amazed. This is the only operation I have ever seen in my life."

"No need to say nice things." Hawke said simply and directly: "You want me to help you settle your mess. There is nothing to say. Just pay me." Brian took a sip of wine and said, "I will help you pursue Erica. She is very difficult to deal with. No one has ever dealt with her in all these years."

Hawke shook his head: "No, I can handle it."

Brian smiled and said, "Maybe I can't help you fix it, but it's easy to sabotage it."

Hawke sneered: "Will you do this? All your initial investment in me will be wasted! Man, think about it, you accompanied me to do so many bad things, is it worth it?"

"A whole month, a whole month!" Brian raised a finger and emphasized, "I followed you around and even shot a fucking pornographic film. I'm just short of getting paid to work."

Hawke patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, man, tell me why you came to me."

Both of them were not easy to deal with. Brian said, "After we finish drinking, let's go out for a walk."

After finishing a glass of wine, Hawke followed Brian out of the bar. Instead of driving, they walked north along the main road of the town and soon arrived at the highest hill in the center of the town.

Standing on a high place and looking at the whole town, Brian said: "This kind of small town is far away from the hustle and bustle of the big city and is very quiet. The biggest feature of Covina is the citrus plantations and supporting processing industries. It is more like Orange County than Orange County."

Citrus trees are planted in the small square, and by September, the oranges have grown into full size.

Hawke asked knowingly, "Are you planning to invest in the citrus industry?"

"I'm not interested in doing business." Brian stopped in front of an orange tree, picked a leaf, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it. "Next year, the term of the mayor of this town will end, and I plan to run for election."

He looked at Hawke and said, "How about it, are you interested in coming to help me then?"

Hawke didn't answer. He jumped onto the steps on one side, stood on a high place, and looked out over the entire city.

All the houses here are independent and the tallest building is the church.

He asked, "Given your family's resources, why did you choose this place?"

Brian also jumped onto the steps and stood shoulder to shoulder with Hawke: "Big families have many resources and many people. Resources cannot be wasted. People who are incompetent will stand aside to take dividends. If you want to get resource support, you must prove that you have such ability."

He smiled and said, "You don't have to prove how smart you are, but you have to let them see that you are not a fool."

Hawke asked seriously, "No resources at all?"

Brian said: "Of course there will be some, but don't expect too much. I lived too carefree before, so I can't expect them to invest too much in me."

At this point, he gave an example: "Erica has proven her ability and will definitely be promoted again this year. Sheriff, at the age of 22."

Hawke knew that Erica had a good relationship with Brian, so he deliberately said, "She risked her life on the yacht to get this back."

Brian pointed at the town and said, "I have to prove that I'm not just a fool who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, so that I can get more resources."

There are some things Hawke needs to say in advance: "Brian, we just worked together a month ago. You know my style of doing things. If you want to do things according to the rules, I suggest you don't look for me, otherwise we can't work together."

"Rules? Aren't rules used to restrain the poor and trampled upon by the rich?" Brian laughed, "In recent years, in American elections, apart from direct physical attacks, there are no rules in other aspects."

Hawke said: "It will be more extreme and have no bottom line than what is happening now."

Brian didn't hesitate at all: "As long as there is no physical attack, I don't care about anything else."

Hawke said, "Another suggestion, take care of yourself, don't mess with anyone, and even if you do, make sure you finish it properly, it's not worth it."

"No problem." Brian said, "For Hollywood actresses, as long as the money is in place, nothing else matters. They are very tight-lipped. When they talk to others about how they got to the top, they always say it was through hard work. They never say that the place they worked on was not the film set."

Hawke deliberately said, "Since it's not due until next year, my friend, you still have plenty of time to raise the money. My fees are very expensive."

Brian jumped down the steps: "Let's go back and have a drink. I'll take you to a nice place tonight."

Hawke asked, "Where to?"

"There's a club in nearby El Monte," Brian said as they walked. "There are a few Dita Von Teese imitators who will be performing there tonight."

Hawke became interested: "Dita, the so-called striptease queen?"

Brian said, "Yes, it's her... No, it's a few actresses who imitated her. Although their names are not as big as Dita's, their looks and figures are better."

The two had dinner in Covina, drove to a much larger town to the west, and bought tickets to a club.

There are a lot of people here, many of them are women, and they all look very serious, as if they are enjoying an art performance.

Tonight, two actresses took the stage, performing a feather dance and a champagne bath respectively.

The former is secretive, that's all.

The latter has a lot to offer.

The actress with a great figure and appearance was bathing in a fully transparent champagne glass-shaped crystal bathtub.

Sitting in the box, Brian whispered, "For only $1, you can take one of them away."

Hawke said, "Just take a look. I'm not interested in public supplies. AIDS is too rampant." He deliberately asked Brian, "Dude, you don't use public supplies often, do you? I strongly suggest you get a physical examination. It seems that someone in Hollywood is hiding the fact that he has AIDS. I haven't found out who it is yet."

"Are you kidding me?" Brian felt inexplicably nervous. He originally wanted to pay for one and take it back, but now he had no interest in doing so.

Although Hawke intended to scare people, he was not talking nonsense: "Go make an appointment for a physical examination, so that you can feel at ease. If you don't do it, will you be able to eat and sleep well in the future?"

Brian took out his cell phone and sent a text message. Don't talk about the future, he will have sleepless nights tonight.

After the performance, Hawke said goodbye to Bryan and drove back to Los Angeles.

Brian was so anxious that he called a 24-hour hospital and drove to Irvine in Orange County overnight.

While doing the physical examination and drawing blood, Brian cursed Hawke a thousand times in his heart.

This bastard always likes to hit him.

But for some reason, Brian found this kind of interaction quite interesting.

Fuck! He slapped himself. He is addicted to PUA, right?
On the other side, Hawke drove back to East Hollywood and parked his car on the side of Fountain Street, also feeling restless.

Although the words sound nice, the dance we just watched was obviously designed by a professional LSP and performed by taking advantage of men's weaknesses.

Plus the actresses have amazing bodies.

Hawke checked the time, pulled out his phone and sent a text message.

"Tonight, your home."

After waiting for a while, Megan Taylor replied: "Come to Fox Tower and wait for me."

Hawke started the car, entered Beverly Hills, and came to the side door of the Fox Building.

This side is not very noticeable and is far from the parking lot and the exit of the underground parking lot.

Shortly after 11:, Megan Taylor came out of the building, looked around briefly, came to the Mondeo, opened the door and got on the passenger seat.

Hawke drove straight to Westwood, turned onto West Olympic Avenue, and entered Megan's house.

As soon as the electric door closed, his hand fell on Megan's leg.

The two kissed passionately in the car.

But there was limited space in the car, and Hawke and Megan were both tall and strong, so they had no room to maneuver.

Megan pushed Hawke away slightly, panting, and asked, "Are you so excited?"

Hawke pulled her out of the car, and after entering the room, he closed the curtains and said, "I was provoked in the morning, had a social event in the evening, and went to see a show. I was so angry."

Megan was curious: "What kind of performance?"

"It's like Dita Von Teese, it looks artistic but is actually very seductive." Hawk pulled all the curtains.

He turned back and saw that the music had started and Megan had unbuttoned her slim-fitting suit.

Megan showed off her dancing skills to the accompaniment of the exciting music.

Hawke found that the performance in the club was far inferior to what he was experiencing at this moment.

Tonight, Megan worked particularly hard and took the initiative.

From a physical perspective alone, the two of them are so compatible.

(End of this chapter)