The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Center Street, Covina.

A colorful arch was erected in front of a two-story building facing the street. Staff in front of the door held balloons in their hands and kept distributing them to passers-by.

At the main entrance of the small building, a bright brass nameplate was hung by Brian himself.

The nameplate has a line of words engraved on it - Brian Ferguson Campaign Office.

After hanging the nameplate, Brian personally took some balloons and went to the sidewalk to distribute them to pedestrians.

He handed a "Support Bryan" balloon to a woman passing by.

The woman wanted to take it, but when she looked up and saw it was Brian, she immediately retracted her hand: "Do you have AIDS?"

"No, I didn't!" Brian explained quickly, hating the four bastards who spread the rumors even more.

Fortunately, Hawke reminded him. He took out two test certificates from his pocket and placed them in front of the woman for her to see: "This is the medical test from the Irvine Group, and this is the test from the University of California School of Medicine. I don't have AIDS!"

The woman glanced at it and took the balloon: "There really is no AIDS."

This is a stupid method, but the population of Covina is limited and people are familiar with each other. As long as one person is willing to believe, it is possible to convince a dozen people around him.

Brian spent more than an hour launching more than thirty balloons.

My saliva is almost dry.

There were two men sitting on top of the church across the street, looking at Brian curiously.

One of them was Owen's younger brother Fowler. He asked curiously, "How can such a fool want to compete with you?"

Sitting next to him, Irving said: "Don't underestimate anyone. In Covina, we have the final say, but in Los Angeles, we can't compare with the Ferguson family."

At the same time, Edward was driving a bulletproof Mercedes, gradually approaching Covina.

Driving down the highway, at the fork in the road entering Covina, Hawke saw a huge orange.

The last time he came over, it hadn't been built yet, so he asked Edward, "Was this thing newly built?"

Edward had learned: "Irving built this thing specifically to promote his campaign, as if citrus is the biggest industry in Covina."

Hawke discovered that the huge citrus statue was painted bright orange and reflected a little in the sun.

If nothing else, this thing does leave an impression.

As the car drove into the central street, we saw a hot air balloon flying into the sky from a distance, with a line of words written on it: Support Brian Ferguson's campaign for mayor!
This is blatant advertising.

American elections are a show in themselves.

Hawke has been thinking about a question these days: how to make this show more entertaining.

Although he thought of some different ways to help Brian restore his reputation as much as possible, one thing he had to admit was that Brian's reputation had deteriorated a lot after being attacked by media rumors and news about his alleged misconduct in HIV testing in front of Irving, who was re-elected as mayor of Covina for two terms.

The Mercedes-Benz quickly stopped in front of the colorful archway. Hawke opened the door and got out. Brian came up to him, hugged him and said, "Now that you're here, I have a backbone."

Hawke glanced at the hot air balloon floating in the sky and said, "This thing is great. The whole of Covina can see it."

Brian said, "Come in and talk."

The two of them entered the office building together. There were more than a dozen people inside, all of whom were members of the regular campaign team. The leaders were Bacon and Sandra.

The former served as Bryan's campaign manager.

The two men came over to greet Hawke one after another. They had worked with Hawke during the Wagren incident and knew that he was the key.

Now that Brian's reputation has been ruined, normal publicity has limited effect, so he has to find another way.

Suddenly, someone came in quickly and whispered to Brian, "Boss, Owen and his brother Fowler are here."

Brian walked out quickly, and as soon as he reached the office door, he saw Owen's big belly.

Both of them had smiles on their faces and shook hands and greeted each other.

Owen looked past Brian and landed on Hawke, and couldn't help but look him over quickly.

The man was wearing a set of high-end casual clothes of unknown brand, a gold Rolex watch on his wrist, and was holding the latest Nokia phone and making a call.

His appearance is not outstanding, but his temperament is gentle and elegant.

Owen said to Brian, "Would you like to introduce yourself?"

"This is Hawke Osment, my good friend, the founder and CEO of Twitter." Brian introduced the two people: "This is Owen Nestor, the mayor of Covina."

Hawke confirmed that this was the target, took the initiative to step forward and shook hands with him: "Hello, Mr. Mayor."

Irving smiled and said, "I've heard a lot of people talk about you." He pointed at his brother who looked a little fierce and said, "Fowler is also a user of your Twitter."

Hawke nodded to Fowler: "Thanks for your support on Twitter."

There was a noise at the door and Edward walked in carrying a bag and dragging a suitcase.

Hawke said to Bacon, "Help me arrange it."

Bacon rushed over to help.

Owen noticed this and asked tentatively, "Mr. Osmond plans to live in Covina for a long time?"

“I’m a sucker for citrus,” Hawke said.

"I'll have someone send you some later." Owen achieved his goal and left without staying any longer.

After leaving the office building, he and Fowler walked away. Fowler said, "That guy looks ordinary..."

"You don't have a good brain, so don't talk nonsense!" Irving knew his brother was brave but not wise, so he reminded him: "How can an ordinary person develop Twitter to this level? Use your brain."

He took out his cell phone, dialed a number, waited for the call to be connected, and said, "Grant, it's me, Owen. I just met Hawke Osmond in Covina. He brought his luggage with him and he's obviously going to stay here for a long time."

Grant on the other side asked, "He's passed?"

Irving said, "Not only are people coming, they are also helping Brian eliminate the negative impact of public opinion." He urged, "When are you coming?"

Grant paused for a moment and said, "Since Hawke Osmond has shown up, let's go to Covina now. You prepare a place to stay in advance and we can move in with our bags."

Owen responded: "I have prepared a villa for you."

Downtown Los Angeles, Financial District.

Grant and his three companions simply packed up the office, took their computers and other office supplies, went to the hotel to pick up their luggage, and drove the Toyota Alpha.

The car drove out of the financial district and headed towards the highway entrance.

Not far in front, behind, and on both sides of it, several vehicles, including Campos, were mixed in the traffic and were cross-tracking.

The news soon reached Hawke.

In the office on the second floor, Hawke said, "They will be on the highway in ten minutes."

Brian didn't reply, and without any hesitation, he picked up his spare phone.

This is a life-and-death political struggle.

The last time, the deaths of Wagner and Rayford had made him realize the cruelty of political struggle and that there was no room for mercy.

Otherwise, you will be the one in trouble.

Brian dialed a number: "Start the action, catch up with them at the highway intersection, and take them down!"

Hawke saw him put down the phone, took it over, removed the signal card, took out a pair of scissors, cut it into pieces, threw it into the toilet in the office, flushed it directly, wiped the fingerprints off the phone, put it in a plastic bag, and threw it to Brian: "Dispose of it."

Brian nodded: "I understand."

Seeing that he was uneasy, Hawke said, "Gather the people and have a meeting. We must unify our thoughts on some things."

Brian informed Bacon: "You, Sandra and Hubbard come to the second floor conference room to prepare for the meeting."

Hawke went out, called Edward and asked him to go to the meeting room.

On the other side, near the highway intersection, the Toyota Alpha slowed down a bit.

"Last time, our strategy failed. We didn't get rid of Hawke Osmond, and we also lost Bella Sain, a chess piece." Grant warmed up in advance while sitting in the car: "According to our understanding, Hawke is good at conspiracy and intrigue, so we must be careful, but at the same time, we must be well prepared and completely bring him down."

Haley, a woman who was still brooding over her previous failure, said, "Let me say that it would be best if he were like Wagner and Rayford."

One of the two was shot dead by the FBI, and the other committed suicide in Nassau. Both of them met God.

Augusto said: "Let's find a good way to solve the problem once and for all."

Madison came up with an idea: "Find his car, damage his brake hose, and create an incident where he has to rush back to Los Angeles."

Grant nodded: "You guys come up with a complete plan."

This Toyota Alpha turned onto the highway. At this time, there were fewer vehicles and the speed gradually increased.

This highway was built very early, the facilities are relatively old, and there are very few surveillance cameras.

A Western Star truck towing a heavy carriage also entered the highway and chased the Toyota Alpha in front.

The driver was an illegal immigrant who had driven buses in Guatemala for many years and had extensive driving experience.

Under his operation, the heavy truck sped up.

Soon, a Toyota Alpha appeared in front.

The two cars in front slowed down, and the Toyota Alpha left the fast lane and came to the empty outermost lane.

The driver of the Western Star stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the car roared towards Alpha.

On Alpha, the four were still discussing how to get rid of Hawk Osment.

Haley Field came up with a good idea: "Hawke attaches great importance to Caroline Jones, the operations director of Twitter. This woman is said to be involved in the Wagner incident. We can help Caroline create a car accident and let her..."

Before she could finish her words, a huge impact came from behind. Haley Field, who was sitting in the back seat and had forgotten to fasten her seat belt, was thrown out, tumbling from mid-air and landing on the hard road with a thud.

The Western Star heavy truck hit the Toyota Alpha from a specific angle. The Alpha was indistinguishable from paper. The A/B/C pillars of the vehicle were all deformed. The car rolled off the road, and a person became a flying man.

The car was like a crushed cardboard box, completely deformed by the collision and rolling.

The three people still in the car all had bloody heads and were unconscious.

Western Star drove forward for a while before stopping.

On the side of the road, the door of a Ford sedan, which is very common in California, opened.

The driver of the Western Star jumped out and got into the Ford.

The car sped away, turned off the highway, changed cars in a warehouse under an overpass, and took the driver south, out of California from Chula Vista and into Tijuana.

The driver took the final payment in cash, handed over the plane ticket that had been prepared in advance, and waited until the driver's flight to Argentina took off before taking another flight to Japan and South Korea for a vacation. (End of this chapter)