The Wolf of Los Angeles.

The meeting ended and everyone else started to get busy.

Hawke called Brian back to the office and said, "You are working so hard down there, you should apply for some resource support from above."

Brian asked, "Which resources?"

Hawke said directly: "There must be a pimp or middleman providing services on the Elephant Party side. Find a suitable candidate and ask the LAPD to conduct a sting operation to get a ledger or client list and have them accuse Owen Nestor of illegally soliciting prostitutes, abusing women, etc."

Grant and his team are not the only ones who are good at making up rumors and slandering others. Hawke is also good at it: "You are not married yet, but Owen has a wife and children, which will be more destructive to him."

Brian said, "Use the same method they used against me to deal with them. Good idea. I'll contact them right away."

Hawke asked, "Can you find the right person?"

"As long as we have money, people are not a problem." Brian has not forgotten Hawke: "We are not as powerful as the Blue Party in the media, so we will have to rely on you when the time comes."

Hawke thought for a moment and said, "For Fox TV, it's no problem to be on Trump News. Twitter has adopted a new algorithm that can push the news to the people who should see it."

Brian understood: "Users around Covina."

Hawke said, "Okay, do it now."

Brian also left the office building.

Just like last time, Hawke took in the overall situation and gave orders.

As Grant's team suffered a heavy blow, Owen Nestor will have a short blank period. He plans to take advantage of this time to gain absolute advantage.

Hawke thought of the methods Haley Field used on him, and if he could find the right opportunity, he could use the same method on Owen Nestor.

Grant's team had used violent means on him first, and now he and Brian were fighting back with even more violent means.

It's hard to say what will happen next.

Hawke opened the suitcase that Edward brought, took out the guns that had been prepared long ago, and placed them in the cabinet in the office.

…………

The Los Angeles to Covina freeway.

Campos got in the car and drove slowly forward according to the police's instructions.

Passing by the accident site, he turned his head and saw the person lying on the ambulance stretcher on the side of the road, with the body bag zipped up.

On the wreckage of the Toyota Alpha lying outside the road, a rescue team is using tools to remove the car doors and rescue the people inside.

Medical staff nearby ran to the car and took out a body bag.

It was obvious that more than just the woman died.

The traffic ahead started to move, and Campos sped up, going further and further away.

On the side of the road where the car accident occurred, Sheriff Montbat from LAPD was directing his men to survey the scene.

Someone came to report: "Sheriff, we haven't found the driver of the Western Star truck. The license plate is fake, and the frame number and engine number are all fake. This is not a California vehicle. I have had someone check it carefully, but we can't find the source yet."

"I see." Montbat asked again: "Did you find any traces on the car?"

The man shook his head. “No, no fingerprints, no usable shoe prints, no biological samples, nothing at all for now.”

This was not the first time that Montbat had encountered a case of this kind. Without thinking too much, he knew that the consequences of the case would be very troublesome.

He made a quick decision, went through all the necessary procedures, and then put the case on hold, allowing anyone who wanted to investigate to do so.

Another subordinate brought the deceased's mobile phone, on which there was a number that was called today.

Mombat put on gloves, took the phone and dialed the number.

The phone rang a few times and then someone picked up the call.

A man's voice: "Grant, you guys haven't arrived yet?"

"I'm Sergeant Jerry Monbat from the LAPD. The vehicle the phone owner was riding in was in a serious accident..." Monbat briefly described the situation and asked, "Excuse me, who are you?"

The man on the other end said, "I'm Owen Nestor, the mayor of Covina."

Mombat said: "If possible, please help notify the family of the owner of the phone."

Covina City Hall.

In the office, Owen put down his phone, at a loss for a moment.

My brother Fowler came over and asked, "What's wrong? Aren't they coming?"

Owen said: "The vehicle that Grant and his four companions were riding in encountered a traffic accident halfway. The vehicle and the people were severely damaged. They can't come."

Fowler frowned and asked, "How could a car accident happen?"

Owen looked in the direction of Brian's election office: "Is it such a coincidence? Or do people from these big capitalist families always do things in such an unruly way?"

Arnold, a middle-aged man wearing black-framed glasses, was sitting on the sofa. He reminded, "We need to inform Sacramento immediately and ask them to send someone to handle the follow-up matters."

“I’ll call,” Owen said.

He looked at his brother Fowler and said, "Mobilize all the old brothers and be prepared."

Fowler was about to leave when Owen stopped him again: "Starting tomorrow, you will pick up and drop off Pratt from school. Let him keep a low profile at school. He will go to college in a little over a year. I have already tried to get a letter of recommendation."

Fowler nodded and hurried out of the office.

Irving adjusted his mood a little, picked up his phone and called Sacramento.

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South Park, downtown Los Angeles.

The Cadillac drove into the parking lot, Edward got out and walked into the park, coming to the agreed artificial lake.

At the stone table diagonally opposite, someone waved at him: "Savior, this way."

Edward walked over quickly, hugged another black man who was almost the same age, and said, "Michael, you are finally willing to leave Compton."

"My mother passed away." Michael touched his bald head and said, "There is nothing left in Compton for me to miss."

Edward said, "I'm sorry..."

Michael shook his head: "It doesn't matter." He changed the subject: "I met White a few days ago, and he told me that you are doing pretty well."

White is the ugly one. Edward smiled and said, "It's mainly because I followed the right person and got some shares in a company."

Michael took a step back and looked him up and down. "Hey, man, are you going to be rich? You have to help me."

Edward said, "I'm not a rich man, but I have a job that can help you get out of your current predicament."

"What kind of work?" Edward helped him a lot in Compton, and Michael trusted him very much: "I can't do anything too complicated."

"It's like this, you're going to be fighting a lawsuit with someone, and I'll help you prepare the lawyers and stuff." Edward briefly explained the content of this special job.

Michael hesitated. “Ride a motorcycle into a citrus sculpture? And then sue the guy who built it?”

He asked, "Savior, you're not going to join the gang, are you?"

Edward said: "I am doing the right thing. This is part of an election and a legitimate job!"

Michael hesitated.

Edward added: "We will give you a motorcycle and $1 in cash. You don't have to worry about any expenses incurred during the period, and all the compensation you get will belong to you."

He patted Michael on the shoulder and said, "Compton is poor and dark, and the society outside is just as cruel, especially for black people like us. We can't find suitable jobs, so we can only join gangs or become homeless. Man, you don't look special, so you can't make a living by relying on your natural skills like Da Chou and the others..."

Michael nodded: “I believe you because you are my brother.”

"You're a smart guy." Edward warned, "Not only do you need to be smart in this matter, you also need to have a plan in place. You must remember what I'm going to tell you next."

Michael is confident: "We are the people who broke out of Compton!"

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Center Street, Covina.

When it got dark, Sandra, who had gone to investigate Owen's son, hurried back.

She immediately went to Hawke's office and said, "I quietly talked to some people outside of Covina at East Middle School about the situation."

Hawke nodded: "Tell me more about it."

Sandra said: "Since the eighth grade, Owen's son, Pratt Nestor, has been selected for the East Middle School football team. He started as a wide receiver and later changed to quarterback. East Middle School itself is a weak team. Pratt's football level is average, but like many white quarterbacks in movies and TV shows, he is good at school bullying."

Hawke continued: "Art comes from life."

"Pratt has been strong since he was young. He often bullied his classmates in elementary school, and this habit was carried over to middle school." Sandra thought of her experience in school, when she was bullied by cheerleaders: "In America, school bullying is too common and has even become a part of school culture."

She complained and quickly got back to the point: "When he was in middle school, Pratt was rejected by two private middle schools because of bullying. In the end, he could only choose the local Eastern Middle School, but he did not restrain himself at all. Owen was called to the school many times, but he was the mayor, and the school and the principal would give him face, so many things were left unresolved."

Hawke asked, "Does this embolden Pratt?"

"Yes, this makes Pratt even more unscrupulous." Sandra thought about it and continued, "And he is a smart guy. He never bullies white students from well-off families. Most of his targets are minorities, mainly Mexicans."

Covina is part of Los Angeles and its situation is similar to that of downtown Los Angeles, with a large Mexican population.

Hawke confirmed: "Can you be sure of this?"

"Yes!" Sandra said after a field investigation: "Just a few days ago, Pratt gathered his accomplices and beat up a Mexican classmate."

Hawke knew about this, as it was included in the materials Campos gave him. He praised him, saying, "You did a great job. These are all very useful."

Sandra smiled and said, "It should be."

The office door opened from the outside at this time and Brian came back.

Sandra said hello and took her leave.

Hawke asked, "How's it going on your end?"

"We made great contributions last time. If they don't reward us, who will work hard in the future?" Brian said, "It's done. We'll start when you say we will."

Hawke said: "We found someone on Edward's side, let's start from him." (End of this chapter)