The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 199 Twitter Must Be Taken Down
Santa Clara Business Club, San Francisco.

Douglas entered a conference room carrying a briefcase.

After waiting for a while, there was a knock on the door. He went to open the door and a beautiful blonde woman walked in.

Although the woman was nearly thirty years old, she was well maintained and looked only about twenty-five years old, with a slender figure and delicate features.

Douglas shook her hand and said, "Emma, ​​long time no see."

The woman smiled and said, "You are more handsome than before. Do you have any big business?"

Douglas didn't waste any time, opened his briefcase, took out a document and handed it over.

Emma looked carefully and saw a unclear photo in the upper left corner of the information. The man in the photo had short black hair and wore black-rimmed glasses. He had a slender figure and a thin face, and looked ordinary.

The following is an introduction to his identity: Hawke Osment, founder of West Coast Media Studios and Twitter Entertainment.

Emma read it once: "The founder of Twitter is a very powerful person. I am also a Twitter user."

She understood the other party's intention in contacting her: "There are many business agents in San Francisco and California, why choose me?"

Douglas said: "Don't underestimate your ability. You are one of the most powerful female agents in Silicon Valley. Also, your appearance will easily make Hawke Osment feel good about you."

Emma asked, "So he likes blondes."

"Not only blonde hair." Douglas said softly, "The people we sent to Los Angeles earlier had contact with him. The three women who often appeared around him were of similar build to you, and their hair color was either light brown or blonde."

He looked at Emma: "There aren't many beautiful women who have business acumen. You're the only one I know."

"Thank you for the compliment. I accept it." Emma was very confident and asked, "What's the purpose?"

Douglas said: "The price of buying his shares in Twitter is easy to negotiate, but at the very least we have to become the number one shareholder."

This is not the first time Emma has worked with Douglas’ investment company: “I understand.”

The two talked in detail for a while, then left.

Douglas got in the car, told the driver to drive, picked up his phone and made a call, saying, "I've found an agent, he's reliable, but it'll take some time."

The person on the other end said, "This time, those vulgar red trash opened up the situation in Los Angeles. Twitter played an important role in spreading and guiding public opinion. We have always had an advantage in the media industry. We must grasp Twitter, an emerging media tool."

Douglas knew the inside story. This involved the red-blue dispute in Sacramento. Currently, Gray Davis was being severely suppressed, and his own blue camp was already making long-term plans.

He responded: "It will probably cost hundreds of millions of dollars."

"Twitter is generally optimistic, and this investment is worth it." The man then asked: "Have the insurance measures been prepared?"

Douglas said, “Of course.”

The other side said: "Very good."

Douglas hung up the phone, looked at his assistant in the co-pilot seat, and said to him, "Go to Los Angeles and stay there for a while. If Emma's progress doesn't go smoothly, go find that guy."

"Yes." The assistant lowered his head and looked at the information in his hand.

The guy above is Miller Collins, a former star wide receiver for the San Diego Chargers.

Last year, this man was sued for compensation by the brand he represented because of a scandal. He also colluded with the Los Angeles gang the Mule Gang to attack the host of Fox TV and Hawke Osment's West Coast studio, and was sentenced to one year in prison.

During this period, his wife Maria Collins divorced him and took away all his property. Not only did Miller Collins have to pay alimony to his wife and daughter.

But while he was in prison, the San Diego Chargers had already released his contract.

From a sports star worth tens of millions to bankruptcy, he still has to pay child support to his wife and daughter.

The assistant quickly found a breakthrough in his work.

On the other side, Emma Bateson returned to the Bay Area consulting company and immediately called a meeting with the team.

That afternoon, a total of seven people in the team left San Francisco and headed for Los Angeles.

Coming out of Los Angeles International Airport, Emma's assistant received the latest news.

The assistant said, "I have a colleague at Fox Network who specifically asked people at Channel 11 about Hawke Osment."

Emma asked directly: "What are his hobbies?"

The assistant said, "Fitness and firearms."

"Huh?" Emma was somewhat surprised.

…………

Ater Hill Shooting Range, West Los Angeles.

At the clay pigeon shooting field, Erica pressed the ejection button and two red clay pigeons flew into the sky.

Hawke raised the double-barreled shotgun and fired two shots based on feel without even aiming, and the flying saucer shattered into pieces in mid-air.

He unloaded the chamber skillfully, inserted two new bullets, waited for the flying saucer to fly, and hit it with two more bullets.

Brian plugged his ears with his fingers and walked in from outside the shooting range. He watched the couple practicing shooting with great interest, then picked up the earplugs on the workbench and put them on.

The world is finally quiet.

Hawke kept firing and reloading, firing thirty bullets in one breath.

Erica noticed Brian coming and waved at Hawke.

Hawke took off his earplugs, lifted the walnut stock, slung it over his shoulder, and walked toward the rest area.

Erica came over from the UFO controls and asked, "How about the gun?"

Hawke gave a thumbs up: "It's great, the texture is very good, and it feels good in the hand. It can be used as a competition gun or a hunting rifle."

He put his gun on the stand, walked over to Brian, pulled out a chair and sat down, and said, "Thanks for the gun, man."

Brian looked at the gun and said, "Is this a gift from me to you?"

Hawke nodded slightly: "Yes, one of the many guns you gave me." "Hey, my dear cousin." Erica also came over: "You have never given me a gun."

Brian deflected the hatred: "This is what Hawk should do, I won't take over Hawk's business."

Hawke said, "Take whichever one you like."

Erica raised her eyebrows deliberately: "Really? Just take it? Use it as you like?"

Brian knocked on the table and reminded them, "There's a bachelor here. Can you guys behave like human beings? Stop showing off your affection!"

Erica said, "There's something I forgot to tell you. Jennifer Huey called me a while ago and said she was transferred to the FBI Los Angeles branch and may have already started working there."

"What?" Brian was surprised.

Hawke asked, "Jennifer Huey? The name sounds familiar. Where have you heard it?"

Erica reminded, "In Wyoming, we were hunting near your farm and were attacked. That was the female FBI agent who led the team."

Hawke remembered that Erica had said at the time that the female agent was a classmate of Brian at Stanford University and had been pursuing Brian but to no avail.

Brian had a headache: "Oh my God, what is she doing in Los Angeles!"

Hawke deliberately added: "Of course I came to see you. You two rekindled your old love and walked towards the church..."

"Stop! Stop!" Brian interrupted him and emphasized, "I have no past feelings for her, never have."

Erica said seriously, "The FBI's director in Los Angeles is quite old and only wants to retire peacefully. The last time Wagner was shot, it caused dissatisfaction at headquarters. Don't forget that the current FBI director was appointed by the Oval Office. The headquarters made personnel adjustments in Los Angeles. A deputy director was transferred back to the Special Administrative Region and Jennifer took over."

Hawke understood: "Those bastards succeeded in silencing us, but it was not without cost."

Brian sighed softly: "If you do something profitable, you must bear the corresponding consequences."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "California was originally the voting base and cradle of the Elephant Party. As a result, those idiots made a series of outrageous moves, and California turned from red to blue..."

Although Erica is not directly involved in politics, she has some understanding: "Schwarzenegger has a good chance of winning this time."

Brian nodded. "Yes, they have already got the knife and pointed it at Gray Davis' vital points."

Hawke asked, "Did you report Owen's case?"

Brian said: "The higher-ups haven't taken action yet because they are worried that Owen might commit suicide."

Erica continued, “Jennifer’s coming here at this time is related to Owen’s case.”

Hawke pointed at Brian and said, "For the cause of the Elephant Party, charge forward and sacrifice yourself!"

Erica also smiled: "Grandma has met Jennifer and thinks she is good."

"Let's talk about serious matters!" Brian said with a dark face, scolding the couple: "Don't joke around."

Hawke said seriously: "This is the real thing. If you want to attract attention and become a real political rookie, you must play a key role at this critical moment."

Brian thought this made sense, so he picked up his phone and looked for a number: “How about I call now?”

Erica suggested: "Send a text first, in case she's at work..."

Brian had texted.

The other side quickly replied: "Working, talk later."

…………

In Covina, several SUVs with FBI logos painted on them passed through a three-way intersection and drove onto the central street.

Jennifer Huey, who had neat short hair, put away her phone and looked out the car window.

The convoy arrived at the door of a villa. Jennifer picked up the intercom and said, "According to reliable intelligence, there are many gunmen among Owen Nestor's men. Please be careful."

She emphasized: "After entering, take control of the situation immediately!"

"understand!"

"understand!"

The rest of the vehicles responded.

The vehicle stopped on the side of the road. At Jennifer's command, ten agents equipped with assault rifles, submachine guns, shotguns and bulletproof vests quickly got out of the car. According to the preset plan, four of them went to the back door to block the retreat.

The rest of the agents, led by Jennifer, used the door opener and rushed into the villa.

Hearing the loud noise at the door, Fowler thought something had happened and immediately took out his shotgun.

Without waiting for him to load the bullet.

Two elite agents entered the hall and shouted, "FBI! Legal search! Let me see your hands!"

Although Fowler was not very smart, when he saw the people following in, the guns in their hands, and the words FBI on their tactical vests, he immediately threw away his shotgun and raised his hands high.

Another agent asked, "Where's Owen Nestor?"

Facing the gun, Fowler pointed to the study.

Jennifer immediately brought people over.

One person broke the door: "FBI! Open the door!"

A few minutes later, Owen Nestor, handcuffed, was taken into the living room.

Jennifer showed him the documents and asked her men to search the villa. A large number of videos of abuse of women and minors were found in Owen's computer.

These all come from the Internet, but since minors are involved, it is a crime even if the video exists.

Owen was taken away.

(End of this chapter)