The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 212 Don’t Let Others Get Killed

The Venice Beach Club burned down and the incident has long since died down.

Everything seemed to be calm again.

Harley disguised herself and went to Guerrero's residence, which was also the apartment building where he committed suicide.

She had come more than once in the past few days, waiting at the door for a while and met the woman who lived on the same floor as Guerrero.

When Harley saw her walking towards a car, she immediately followed her and took the initiative to greet her: "Hello, can we chat for a few minutes?"

The woman stopped, turned around and looked her up and down. Seeing that Harley looked harmless, she said, "What's wrong with you?"

Harley whispered, "I'm a reporter from the New York Times. I want to ask about your neighbors."

Seeing that the other party was getting impatient, she took out a few dollars from her own pocket and stuffed them in his pocket: "I should compensate you for wasting your time."

The woman took the money and put it in her pocket: "Ask."

Hallie pointed to her car.

The woman opened the car door and invited Harley to get in.

Haley knew that the other party would not give her much time, so she asked directly: "Did your neighbor Guerrero have any special place before committing suicide?"

“No.” The woman shook her head: “I was on a business trip during that time and didn’t live here.”

Harry had been here several times before, and only met this person last time.

She asked from another angle: "Don't Guerrero's family live here with him?"

For the sake of money, the woman thought about it carefully and said, "Most of the time, he was alone, but there were a few times, probably starting this year, when he brought a girl with him. The girl looked much younger than him. I think she was probably less than 20 years old."

Harley grasped the key point and asked, "It's the same person several times?"

"Yes, it's a person." The woman was very sure, and then said, "Let me think about it carefully."

She recalled: "Four or five months ago, I was taking the elevator and she came in. I remember asking her and she said she was attending college in Pasadena."

There are many colleges in Pasadena. Harley asked, "City College? Polytechnic Institute?"

The woman said, "Caltech!"

Harry nodded and asked again, "Do you know her name?"

The woman thought for a while and said, "Alan or Irene? I can't remember clearly."

It was a complete surprise to be able to ask these questions. Harry asked for a while but didn't get any useful information.

The woman also wanted to go out, so the two ended their brief conversation.

Hallie remembered the key: Caltech and Alan or Irene.

Just after Harley left, Juan, disguised as a woman, went to find the woman.

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On the highway, Edward drove the bulletproof Mercedes-Benz all the way north, and the car soon arrived in the San Fernando Valley.

He asked, "Boss, do you want to continue going north?"

Hawke was looking at a U.S. Postal Service map. He said, "Go north through the canyon area to Santa Clarita."

Edward continued to speed up: "Someone mailed this from outside Los Angeles. Will it be the same as when we did it?"

Hawke is also thinking about this issue.

He traced the mail to the mailbox from the post office through the mail.

There is Guerrero's signature on the notebook. Normally, it might have been mailed by Guerrero before his death, or by someone related to him.

Guerrero's relatives all live in Pasadena, and Hawke has asked Campos to send someone over to investigate.

He also asked someone to secretly find out whether Guerrero had any friends or a girlfriend.

Driving through the San Fernando Valley, Hawke arrived in Santa Clarita, and following the markings on the U.S. Postal Map, he quickly found the mailbox.

The red-painted mailbox is very eye-catching. It is located at the entrance of a park and there are not many passing vehicles and pedestrians.

As for surveillance, there is not much public surveillance in America today, even in Los Angeles.

Hawke asked Edward to drive around a few times, but seeing that there was no hope of gaining anything, he said, "Drive to Pasadena."

Edward turned around and returned to Los Angeles.

When we arrived in Pasadena, we followed the address Campos provided and went straight to a shooting range.

Hawke signed up for membership, took his gun and entered the indoor shooting range, randomly found two targets, put on noise-canceling headphones, and fired a few magazines with Edward.

Not far away, Campos was practicing shooting with a few people.

Hawke told him that the development goal of Butterfly Company was not to become a freelance journalist company, but a security company.

People who have not experienced the information explosion will think that the world is a beautiful place and that business war is nothing more than a life-and-death fight in the market to eliminate competing companies within the scope of business and law.

There is nothing wrong with fighting to the death, and there is nothing wrong with killing your opponent, but these are never limited to the scope of business and law.

Hoping that your opponent will follow the rules is no match for making yourself stronger.

Hawke has been through this before. If Bella Sena had succeeded in framing him, Twitter would have been in someone else's hands.

Campos finished the team's training and left with key members including Carlos, Garcia, Juan and Fiona.

Later, Hawke also left the training ground and came to the safe house in Pasadena, where he met Campos and his group.

"boss!"

"Hello, boss!" These people came over one by one to say hello.

Some people were seeing Hawke for the first time, but they had already guessed it based on the company's continued sale to Twitter.

Hawke responded one by one and called out their names accurately.

Carlos and others all knew that they were able to obtain legal status and achieve high incomes in Los Angeles thanks to Hawke's support.

Hawke didn't waste any words and asked directly, "How is the investigation going?"

Fiona was the first to say, "Guerrero's family, including his parents, brothers and sisters, etc., have all moved away, and their house in Los Angeles has been entrusted to an agency to sell."

Carlos continued, "I asked the real estate agency, but they didn't know where these people moved to."

Juan continued, "This morning, I went to the apartment where Guerrero lived and found his female neighbor on the same floor. The female neighbor provided a piece of information. Before I went there, someone who claimed to be a female reporter from the New York Times asked her about Guerrero's news. The content was similar to ours, asking if Guerrero had any friends or a girlfriend."

Hawke frowned slightly: "A female reporter from the New York Times? This identity must be fake."

“It should be.” Juan added, “I was wearing female makeup at the time, and my female neighbor told me that the woman’s makeup was a little weird, but she was ten times prettier than me, and it wasn’t East Coast dialect.”

Hawke nodded. Who else could be so persistent in tracking down the case? Guerrero's family had all moved away from Los Angeles.

Friends and the like are unlikely.

Hawke thought of a woman first, Harley Wayne.

Juan said: "The female neighbor said that Guerrero was at Caltech and had a girlfriend named Allen or Irene."

Hawke pointed at him and said, "You continue to follow up."

"Okay." Juan responded.

Hawke looked at the others and said, "Let's investigate this matter here first."

The others nodded.

Hawke took out a piece of paper and handed it to Campos: "Check who these people are, and focus on Fernando Crane and Carol Andy."

He specifically reminded: "It is better not to find it than to alarm others. You have plenty of time, so take your time to search."

Hawke figured out the identity of that Meryl yesterday.

An unlucky guy who drowned in his bathtub after taking too much drugs.

This was another case of suicide.

The rest of the people left one after another, and soon Campos was the only one left here.

He said to Hawke: "I have found the bodyguards. They have gone back to Mexico to pick up their families and will be back soon."

Hawke reminded: "Prepare a place to stay and solve the identity problem."

Campos is well aware that family is the key factor.

He didn't dare to lead any men without his family members to Hawke's side.

Hawke was about to leave, but before he left, he thought of the female reporter and told her, "Have someone pay attention to Harley, just like before, don't let anyone kill her."

Campos responded, "Understood."

Things can only go this far for now. Hawke finds some related people or companies and waits for the right opportunity to launch a fatal blow.

Since Schwarzenegger came to power, the political situation in California has calmed down a bit compared to the previous turbulence during the red-blue struggle.

On the way back, Hawke received a call from Brian, asking him to have dinner with Erica.

In addition to Bryan, the FBI's new deputy director Jennifer Hughey will also be there.

Hawke and Jennifer are old acquaintances, and Jennifer is one of the FBI's several heads in Los Angeles, so there is no harm in getting to know each other.

He first sent a text message to Erica to make sure that Erica had not carried out the mission, and then he called her.

Erica said, “I try to get off work on time.”

Back on Twitter, the receptionist told Hawke that director Eric Eason had arrived.

Hawke came to the reception room, saw Eric, and said with a smile: "Why didn't you call me?"

"I just arrived." Eric opened his bag and took out an invitation: "My new film "Dark Night Journey" is about to be released, and I came here to formally invite you to the premiere."

Hawke took it and said, "I've been looking forward to your new movie."

Eric took out another one and handed it to Edward: "The invitation can bring two people."

"Thank you." Edward took it and shrugged: "I'll go alone."

Eric was curious: "You, a love saint, have you lost your love?"

Hearing this, Edward was filled with annoyance: "We haven't officially broken up yet, but it will be soon. I suddenly feel that being single is a happy thing."

He asked Eric, "What about you? When are you going to marry Catherine? Or are you going to break up with her?"

Eric sighed, looking very conscientious: "I can't just kick out my girlfriend who has supported me as soon as my directing career starts to take off."

Edward patted Eric on the shoulder: "It's a waste of resources and a crooked way for the director to have sex with the actress!"

Hawke said, "Don't give Eric any advice. You haven't figured out your own business."

Edward instantly became listless and said, "Boss, think about when we first met, I laughed at you for not knowing how to pick up girls. It turns out that I was the one who didn't know anything, and you are the master at picking up girls."

Hawke reminded him: "If you want to divide it, do it quickly, don't delay it."

Edward made up his mind: "I will take care of it as soon as possible."

(Happy New Year, I wish you all good luck in the new year, prosperity and all the best.)
(End of this chapter)