The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 134 Late-stage AIDS phobia patient

At the Detective Bureau, Hawke finished taking the statement and came out of the interrogation room.

A female police officer was waiting at the door. She quietly pointed to the left and said, "Room 5, the sheriff's office. She's waiting for you."

Hawke walked over quickly, knocked on the door, heard Erica's voice, and pushed the door open.

Erica said, "Sit anywhere."

Hawke sat on the single sofa: "That guy is not dead, right?"

"No, just some minor injuries." Erica said simply: "The guy's nose was broken and a lot of teeth were lost. He was temporarily sent to the hospital."

She said: "You have a contract with your employer and there is no problem in protecting the employer's legal rights."

“I called Brian and he’s going to be my attorney,” Hawke said.

Erica nodded and continued, "Your client doesn't have to worry about Bro Derek anymore. He fired a gun with the intent to murder. Coupled with the previous domestic violence, we have sufficient reason to refuse bail."

The detective department has already figured out the situation. She added, "What this weird couple did almost got you involved."

Hawke said: "I took the money and had to solve the problem for the client. I just happened to encounter this situation and I couldn't just watch the client get shot."

Erica came over, stood behind Hawke, leaned over and hugged his head: "Nothing is more important than personal safety."

Hawke leaned back slightly, his head sinking into something soft: "It was just an accident."

Erica hugged him tighter and pulled him on purpose: "I'll teach that bastard a lesson."

Hawke also pulled: "In today's matter, I mainly listened to you and did what you said."

"What?" Erica asked appropriately.

Hawke elaborated: "If the opponent keeps his gun in hand, never let your guard down. Once you have the means to legally attack and have made your move, do not pause while attacking."

Erica thought: "The rhythm of emptying the magazine."

She simply said: "When the LAPD faces a threat, it will be less troublesome to empty the magazine in one go. If they choose to fire intermittently, it will be very annoying to judge whether the other party has lost the threat in the subsequent investigation."

There was a knock on the door.

Erica stepped back, adjusted her shirt a little, and said, "Come in."

A female police officer opened the door and came in: "Deputy team leader, a meeting is about to start."

"I understand." Erica picked up her coat and said, "Let's go."

Hawke stood up and walked out. When the policewoman left, he whispered, "Going to Silver Lake tonight?"

Erica turned her head and looked at him: "Okay."

Coming to the front hall alone, Hawke met Sarah Parker and Stephen Parker, father and daughter.

Several witnesses from the Hilton Hotel had already finished their statements and left.

Stephen glanced at Hawke and said sincerely, "Thank you. If you hadn't acted in time, Sarah would have been shot by that bastard."

Hawke acted very professional: "I am paid to do the job, that's what I should do."

Stephen said: "I have already contacted my friends in the media industry to fully expose Bro Derek's evil deeds. This bastard actually wanted to shoot his own wife. He must pay the price!"

Sarah said, "Caroline has already contacted the media. I will hold a press conference in conjunction with the sister parade this afternoon."

"That's good." Hawke nodded slightly. "Let the whole society see what Bro Derick did. Sarah is his wife, and he first abused her and then shot her..."

Maybe because she had been using substitution for a long time, Sarah said so much that it seemed to be true: "Not only did he beat me up, he also wanted to kill me. He is so cruel!"

At this moment, she thought of her father’s good points and grabbed Stephen’s arm: “Dad…Dad, you have to help me. You are my only relative.”

Stephen opened his arms, hugged his daughter tightly, and said, "In the Jewish community, I still have some face. I can't say how much I can help you, but at least I won't let the media and public opinion speak for that bastard."

Hawke was moved by the deep love between father and daughter and said, "If you two are reconciled, what problems can't be solved?"

Stephen reached over and patted Hawke on the shoulder: "You're great."

After things were settled here, Stephen accompanied Sarah out of the police station. There were too many reporters gathered at the door, wanting to interview Sarah.

Caroline, who was waiting outside, came over and told the reporters: "There will be a press conference about this matter at the Hilton Hotel this afternoon. Sarah has been frightened, please let her leave first."

Hawke followed several agents out of the main gate, found the Audi driven by Edward, and got in the car.

Edward asked, "Boss?"

"Go to Century City." Hawke took out his cell phone and called Campos: "Your people will receive a full bonus."

Campos responded: "It will be fine on my end."

Hawke called Caroline again: "Let's have lunch together at noon."

"You're so kind?" Caroline expressed her disbelief: "Are you plotting against me again?"

Hawke said, "Do you want a commission?"

Caroline's voice immediately changed: "I'll treat you to lunch at noon. Give me a chance to treat, okay?"

"Okay." Hawke was too embarrassed to refuse: "Let's go to Casaro Restaurant."

After the two sides made an appointment, Edward drove to Century City.

When they arrived at the door of Casaro Restaurant, Caroline was already waiting there. Hawke and Edward got out of the car. She came over to greet Hawke, then stared at Edward with wide eyes, constantly nodding her head slightly.

Edward was not stupid. Miss Mea was obviously not welcoming him, so she said, "I have something else to take care of. I'll leave first."

Hawke pretended not to see it and went into the restaurant first.

Caroline quickly followed.

The two found a quiet booth, ordered some food each, and talked while eating.

Hawke said directly: "I will have someone transfer the first $12 commission to you today."

Caroline smiled brighter than a flower: "Did I perform well?"

Hawke deliberately guided: "Very good, it can help Sarah get almost all the couple's property."

"Yes, yes!" Caroline nodded hurriedly and asked, "We are about to help Sarah get all the property. Should she give us another reward?"

Hawke said unhappily, "You can go and ask for it."

Caroline waved her hand generously: "Forget it, forget it, we have already received a large sum of money from Sarah."

She calculated, "$80 for crisis PR, $80 for the Golden Globe, and I can get another $16."

Speaking of this, Miss Mee’s mouth was almost crooked with laughter.

"We work together, money is not an issue," Hawke said.

Caroline agreed: “My quality of life has improved significantly in the past few months.”

"Let's not talk about money for now. We still have work to do." Hawke emphasized, "You are still responsible for communicating with the media. The focus of reporting this incident should be on the conflict between Sarah and Bro. Bro shot a pregnant woman Sarah in the street. This will arouse widespread sympathy."

Caroline asked, "Don't you want to be famous? You saved Sarah?"

Hawke shook his head: "No, people like us are not suitable to be stars."

"Yes!" Caroline agreed: "Hollywood stars are all perverts, Bro and Sarah are just representatives of them."

Hawke added: “At the press conference, if anyone asks, you can mention the name of the West Coast studio.”

"I see." Caroline said.

After lunch, Hawke called the accountant and transferred $12 in commission to Caroline's account.

When Caroline received a call from the bank, her eyes narrowed with smile.

There will also be a press conference in the afternoon.

The incident was clear and straightforward. Although Hawke deliberately chose a place that was out of reach of surveillance cameras and the reporters were basically exposed at the time, there were still enough eyewitnesses.

Bro couldn't turn over.

Hawke met Brian who came specially for him.

"Great, all the problems have been solved." Brian read the latest report online: "The difficulty of this divorce lawsuit has been reduced by at least ten times."

Hawke said: "Yesterday we were still worrying about how to send Bro to prison, but he was so quick and decisive."

Brian was in a good mood: "I'll treat you tonight, let's go to the show together?"

He specifically said, "As good as the videotape with Sarah and Bro."

Hawke deliberately looked him up and down and said, "I didn't expect you to be a pervert!"

Brian doesn't care: "It's just watching other people's performances. Sometimes you can even meet Hollywood stars."

"I have an appointment with Erica tonight." Hawke was full of moral integrity and was not interested in this: "You should go by yourself."

Brian shook his head: "You need to adapt to our circle as soon as possible. In addition to being a formal girlfriend or fiancée, you also need to develop more peripheral businesses." Hawke is a bastard: "Dude, you won't take people away after watching the show? Forgot? AIDS!"

Brian, who was originally full of enthusiasm, suddenly became depressed. His AIDS phobia instantly struck and he completely lost interest in going out to play.

He was so angry that he was spinning around, almost pointing at Hawke's nose: "You did it on purpose, didn't you? You did it on purpose!"

Hawke said earnestly: "Brother, I am doing this for your own good. Think about it, AIDS, there is no cure."

Brian sat on the chair, looking dejected and hopeless: "Does Erica know that you are such a bastard?"

Hawke said, "You said Erica and I were two disasters."

This gave Brian a counterattack: "I hope you meet twenty armed bandits next time you go traveling."

After the press conference, Brian found Sarah to discuss the next steps of their divorce.

Sarah's goal was very clear: take away all the property and send Bro to prison for more than five years.

"Given the current situation, it doesn't look difficult." Hawke looked at Stephen Parker: "Bro also has forces behind him."

Stephen said: "I am not familiar with the people at Akerman Films, but I have friends who know several of their executives. This is a private matter between Sarah and Bro, and I asked a few friends to convey it."

Brian said: "In this case, our chances of winning are very high."

Sarah wanted more than that: "What about the Golden Globes?"

Hawke said, "I'll be responsible for following up."

After coming out of the Hilton Hotel, Brian carried his bag and walked all the way with Hawke.

Hawke asked, "Where to go next?"

Brian replied angrily: "Go home and sleep, you bastard, don't mention AIDS in front of me again."

"Okay, let's not talk about it." Hawke said seriously, "I just read a medical journal these days. It contains statistics on infectious diseases in California last quarter."

He said that he would not mention AIDS if he did not mention it: "Syphilis ranks in the top three in terms of the number of infections."

Brian turned around and walked away, came to the car, opened the door, and said, "I don't know you."

Hawke said, "Hey man, I'll subscribe to that medical magazine for you and send it to your home every month."

Amid the roar of the engine, Brian disappeared in a flash.

Hawke returned to East Hollywood and, instead of going to Fountain Street, entered through a gate on the other side of Ranch Park, walked through the park to the parking lot, and knocked on Frank's RV.

The latter poked his head out and asked, "What are you doing sneaking around like that? Are you trying to steal my stuff?"

Hawke gave the middle finger as a greeting and said, "Any unusual activity at the studio?"

"You did something bad again?" Frank shook his head. "Every time you do something bad, you ask me to clean up your mess. You're not good enough."

Hawke got in the car, took a telescope and looked over at the studio.

“Everything is normal,” Frank said.

Hawke put down the telescope and said, "Keep an eye on that place for a few days. I'm busy with work and may not be back. Don't go in. The security inside is on. If any stranger breaks in, remember to notify me."

"Got it." Frank said directly: "Take me to the supermarket for shopping on the weekend. Salma will come over in the afternoon, and I will prepare a barbecue dinner for her."

Hawke agreed and then said, "I don't understand why Salma Hayek would fall in love with you? Because you don't take a shower? Because you have body odor? Or because of your dry grass?"

Frank stood with his head held high: "Because I gave her a hint and she could have avoided going astray for three years."

Hawke's cell phone rang and he got out of the car to answer it.

Erica called: "I just called the District Attorney's Office. You have been recognized as a preventer of serious violent crime. You don't have to worry about the legal aspect."

"Thank you, dear." Hawke knew very well that Erica must have played a role in such high efficiency.

"If you want to thank me properly, don't just say it." Erica said generously: "Be good tonight."

Hawke was also unambiguous: "What time do you get off work? I'll wait for you at the villa."

Erica said, "I can get there by 6:30 at the latest."

After hanging up the phone, Hawke looked at his watch, said hello to Frank, walked across the ranch park, came to the parking lot, and drove to the nearby supermarket.

Erica is tall and has long legs. She exercises all year round, so she has good physical strength and strong legs. She must replenish her energy.

After buying some food, Hawke drove to the Silver Lake community and went straight into Erica's villa.

The kitchen was fully equipped and he made a simple dinner.

When the food tray was brought to the restaurant, Erica came in from outside.

When Hawke met Erica in the morning, she was still wearing casual clothes.

Now, he is wearing a well-fitting police uniform and even has a belt around his waist.

Hawke put down his plate, leaned over the dining table, and looked him over from head to toe.

Erica started again: "When I was a patrolman, I noticed that you often peeked at me. How do you like this outfit? Is it handsome?"

"So beautiful." Hawke strode towards her.

This type of uniform increases critical damage by 500%.

Erica asked, "Have you ever peeked at me before?"

Hawke didn't expect the trap to be here, and said, "You are so beautiful, it would be disrespectful to you if I don't peek at you."

Erica held the belt with both hands and issued an invitation: "Come and respect me..."

Before she could finish her words, she was pulled over by Hawke. The heroic female LAPD fell into the hands of the criminals who were hiding guns.

The two go to the Atler Mountain Shooting Range for training every week. Hawke is an expert with guns, and Erica also has a lot of experience in using guns.

But due to the inherent disadvantages of women, Erica quickly fell into a disadvantage.

After the first game, Erica's uniform turned into a beggar's outfit with holes everywhere.

They took a shower, changed their clothes, and came back for dinner.

Hawke asked, "It's almost Christmas, are you guys having a day off?"

"It's a holiday, but I can't go out." Erica took the order and said, "The family is having a Christmas dinner together."

She brought the bag over, took out an invitation and handed it to Hawke: "I will be honored at the Parker Center next week, will you come?"

The invitation was handed to him, and Hawke nodded and said, "Of course."

He asked curiously, "You have been promoted to police chief. What kind of honor did you receive?"

Erica said: "The Medal of Valor is specially awarded to police officers like me who are brave and fearless in their work."

Although it might sound a bit self-boasting coming from his own mouth, Hawke had fought alongside Erica several times, and Erica deserved the description of being brave.

He is extremely decisive when taking action and never drags his feet when doing things.

The two of them chatted while eating.

Hawke asked casually, "Have you solved the serial murder case over there?"

"No, this case is quite complicated." Erica said briefly: "In recent months, several girls who were tortured and killed were found. We have been investigating for a while, and there may be missing persons behind this."

Hawke's mind moved: "Actor or model or something?"

Erica shook her head. "They come from all walks of life, all outside of town. No one reported them missing before they died. Some of them couldn't even prove their identities. The only proof of their identities was that we sent a notice to her parents. Her parents had already divorced and formed a new family. They didn't care about her at all. They even refused to come to Los Angeles at our expense."

Hawke was considering whether to tell Campos about his discovery.

Erica added, "Someone above has suppressed this case. Let's put it on hold for now and not waste resources on outsiders."

Hearing this, Hawke didn't say anything for the time being, and asked, "Has the Detective Bureau given up?"

Erica spread her hands and said, "We are not gods. Without the input of personnel and funds, it is impossible to solve the case."

There were some things that she couldn't tell Huo Keming, so she could only vaguely say, "Maybe it will be activated someday. This involves a higher level of struggle."

After dinner, the two went for a walk in the yard, and when they were almost done resting, they returned to the house.

Erica assisted Hawke in shooting practice.

In the dark night, many people in Los Angeles were ready to take action.

Stephen Parker left his temporary residence in Los Angeles, came to the old town, entered a bar called Echo, and found his old friend Stellan.

After a brief greeting, he took out Bro's photo and handed it to Stellan: "This is the target."

Strand then asked, "I know him. It's too risky to kill him. It will cause trouble for the LAPD."

Stephen said: "No need to kill him, I want you to find someone to insult him."

(End of this chapter)