The Wolf of Los Angeles.

After having lunch outside, Hawke and Brian returned to the office building.

The campaign staff who were doing their normal work were gathered together and whispering.

"Blessing God, our chances of winning have greatly increased." A girl gossiped: "Owen Nestor was said to have been arrested by the LAPD for rape."

A middle-aged man answered, "When I went out to buy coffee, I heard from the coffee shop that Owen had strengthened ten transsexuals."

The woman sitting down said, "Is Owen so fierce?"

Hawke and Brian heard these words, but they didn't care and went upstairs directly.

The staff on the first floor are only responsible for routine work and will not participate in the actual campaign battle.

When Hawke arrived at the office, he received a call and said to Brian, "Eric has already found a candidate. I will meet him this afternoon. They are a real father and son. We don't need to make it fake. Let's just go for the real thing."

Brian nodded: "I have also found someone to cooperate with the filming."

Hawke looked at his work log, called Edward, and said, "Follow up with the lawyer and the court, and try to deliver the subpoena to Owen today."

Brian went to make the call.

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West Los Angeles, Western Division.

Accompanied by his lawyer, Owen came out of the main entrance of the West Branch with an extremely grim look on his face.

More than a dozen cameras and video cameras were pointed at this side to shoot.

This made Owen very uncomfortable, after all, he was just the mayor of a small satellite town.

A reporter from Fox 11 asked, "Mr. Mayor, you were summoned by the LAPD to the police station for buying sex?"

Other media outlets also received some information from their respective news informants, and asked one after another: "It is said that you have to pay bail to leave the police station?"

“Have you been restricted from traveling?”

"Are the evidence of your crimes published on Twitter all true?"

Owen's face was dark and he couldn't say anything.

He lacked experience in dealing directly with the media, so he simply kept his mouth shut and got into the car driven by Arnold and Fowler.

Those asshole reporters are still filming the car.

The craziest ones even ran in front of the car and filmed the interior through the windshield.

Lexus finally squeezed out of the encirclement.

Some bastards refused to give up and followed us on motorcycles.

Owen closed the car curtains so that he wouldn't be bothered by it.

Arnold asked, "What exactly happened? There are a lot of news about you on the Internet now, saying that you were arrested for posing as a piao. Some websites also retweeted Twitter posts that published a lot of so-called evidence."

"Someone is framing me!" Owen came to this conclusion easily: "Last night, LAPD seized an account book with my name on it during an operation to crack down on illegal transactions. The madam and several prostitutes also said that they provided services to me many times, and the amount involved was more than 20,000 US dollars..."

Fowler, the younger brother, said quickly, "Brother, you went out to play and got caught?"

Owen patted the driver's seat: "Shut up!"

Fowler didn't dare say more, but he was still muttering in his heart, because his brother had taken him to a very interesting place, and the women there were as obedient as dogs.

Those that are disobedient can still be tamed.

Arnold said: "I suspect it was done by the other side, although there is no evidence."

Irving had no illusions: "They did it, no doubt about it." He asked, "Is there no news from Sacramento?"

"No, they couldn't spare any elite personnel, so they only sent two people to deal with the aftermath of Grant's team." Arnold made several phone calls today: "The red-blue struggle at the top has reached a fever pitch, and the recall election will begin soon. We are just pawns, and they can abandon us at any time."

Owen felt that everything took a turn for the worse since the incident with Grant's team, and he was facing difficulties he had never encountered before.

He asked Arnold, "What now?"

Arnold thought of everything Bryan did after the scandal was exposed: "Go to the media to clarify, find ways to divert the attention of the people of Covina, and then find dirt on Bryan. People like him must have a lot of dirt. Isn't it just exposing each other's shortcomings? We will do the same!"

Fowler couldn't help but interrupt: "This is too troublesome. If you ask me, I'll do it the same way as the first election. I'll take my old brothers and stand in front of the competitor's house with guns. If he still doesn't know what's good for him, we'll just shoot him with a black gun!"

"Shut your stinky mouth!" Owen was really angry this time: "You killed Brian Ferguson, have you ever thought about the consequences? He is a direct member of the Ferguson family. When they come, it won't be ordinary LAPD police officers who will come to clean up, but SWAT! Even if we can escape, we will still face the FBI's nationwide wanted list!"

The Lexus got off the highway and approached the three-way intersection entering Covina.

Owen noticed that some people were taking pictures of the citrus sculpture.

He remembered the news last night and asked Arnold, "How is the man who was injured in the car accident?"

"I've been dealing with your case." Arnold couldn't spare the time, so he had to ask another person to go to the hospital: "The other party has been transferred to another hospital, but we haven't found out where exactly."

Owen looked at the citrus sculpture. It was originally his masterpiece, but now it seemed to have become a flaw.

He was extremely suspicious that the man's injury last night was also caused by Brian, and immediately asked, "After Fox 11 broke the news, there is no new news?"

Arnold said: "Not yet."

Owen said: "Find the person out as soon as possible."

When the car passed by the citrus sculpture, he wanted to tear it down, but he held back.

If it is demolished, it will become the laughing stock of the whole of Covina.

Irving said to Fowler, “Get some guys, repaint the citrus, and build a guardrail in front.”

The car stopped in front of the city hall, and Fowler took out his cell phone to call and asked them to start the construction as soon as possible. But the construction team had to wait until tomorrow at the earliest.

Owen opened the door and got out.

There were loud explosions all around, and many people gathered nearby to watch the fun.

"Irving has become a strong offender."

"I heard that he paid a large sum of bail to get out."

"Would you want a rapist to be your mayor?"

Rumors always turn into hearsay, and become more and more exaggerated as they spread.

Hawke knew very well that there was no need to spread rumors at the source; as long as they were spread by word of mouth, they would definitely deteriorate.

He experienced it firsthand during the Sundance Film Festival, where Verona Ryder ended up stealing the nuclear weapons control box.

The rumor started with him saying that Verona Ryder had a kleptomaniac tendency.

The truth of the matter doesn't matter, just like Hawke can't clear himself from the rumors surrounding Brian.

The same is true for Irving.

Those words were like a murderous knife, stabbing Owen and making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

He could only pretend he didn't hear it and quickly walked into the city hall.

Someone in the crowd sent a text message: "He's back, at City Hall."

Brian's campaign office, Sandra hurried upstairs.

She found Hawke and said, "Owen is back, at City Hall."

Hawke said: "He pretended to be a city hall employee and called his wife. They have a very good relationship."

"Yes." Sandra took out a spare cell phone and called Owen's wife Helen.

In a villa on the east side of Covina.

Helen was furious and shouted to her son, "Pratt, get in your car and let's go to City Hall."

“I still have to go to school,” Pratt said.

Helen stared at him and asked, "Are you going or not?"

"I'll go." Pratt quickly took the car keys and drove.

The mother and son hurried out.

At the City Hall, Owen looked at the two people in front of him in surprise. After the lawyer verified it, he signed the receipt.

The other party sent a civil complaint and a subpoena.

The bastard who crashed into the citrus fruits last night filed a civil lawsuit in court, and the total amount, including medical expenses, loss of work, nutrition expenses, etc., is as high as $85.

When the third party who served the subpoena left, someone took photos at the door again.

After taking the photos, these people returned to a nearby business car and sent the photos immediately through a computer with a wireless network card. Some of their companions sold them to Twitter in exchange for checks.

Soon, a user named Michael with a black avatar posted a tweet.

“Seek legal justice!”

Below the title, there are screenshots of key videos of last night's car accident, photos of his injured bones, photos of his surgery at the hospital, some payment records, and photos of Covina Mayor Irving and a third party coming out of City Hall delivering a subpoena.

There is also a text description below, telling the story of how the incident occurred and the approximate amount of the key claim.

Although Caroline didn't know why Hawke specifically reminded her to add the amount, she was Miss Mee, following her boss's instructions, and did exactly what Hawke said without giving any discount.

In the background program algorithm, priority is given to pushing to users in Covina and its surrounding areas.

The news of Michael's injury claim, like the news of Irving soliciting prostitution, spread on Twitter and became news that users in Covina and the surrounding areas could easily browse.

At this time, a couple was having a quarrel in Covina City Hall.

In the front hall, Helen looked at her husband and smashed the huge decorative vase in anger, shouting: "Owen Nestor, you are disgusting! Is this what you call marital loyalty? I married you when you were a pauper, and you used my fortune to get to where you are today. Is this how you treat me?"

All her anger can be summed up in one sentence: "Scumbag!"

Owen explained: "Listen to my explanation, they are framing me! Framed me! Those bastards want to ruin my reputation!"

Helen sneered, "False accusation? Last month, the woman's hair in your car, the blood on your clothes, the smell of perfume on your body, were they all false accusations?"

She had already noticed it, but she just didn't want to believe it: "Can you swear in the name of your mother that you have never played with other women?"

Hearing this, Owen fell silent.

If Helen hadn't been so strong in the marriage...

"Disgusting!" Helen grabbed a cup and smashed it hard on the granite floor.

After arguing in front of so many people in the city hall, Helen turned around and walked away, saying as she walked: "Wait for my divorce agreement!"

She came out of the city hall and got in the car, but she didn't act angry.

Helen wanted to publicly break up with Owen because she had noticed over the years that Owen occasionally had blood on his body after attending some parties.

She hadn't thought there was anything wrong with it before.

But the situation of this year's election seems to be like a huge wave sweeping towards Owen. (End of this chapter)