The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Under the cover of night, Frank set up a barbecue in the Venice Beach parking lot.

The grease fell onto the red-hot charcoal, making a sizzling sound.

Hawke took a handful of lamb skewers and skillfully brushed oil and sprinkled seasonings on them. The aroma of meat mixed with seasonings immediately wafted in the air.

"Okay, you've learned my five-point barbecue level!"

Across from him, Frank, who was sitting by the grill, took a big sip of beer and gave Hawke a thumbs up: “Don’t put that chili powder, I can’t stand it.”

Edward retorted: "A kebab without chili has no soul."

Frank fired back: "Shut up you idiot who only deserves fried chicken."

Hawke was annoyed by their noise and said, "Either you come over and grill me, or shut up."

The two of them finally had some peace and quiet.

All the skewers were grilled, and Hawk put them into a stainless steel plate and placed it on the dining table.

Frank took a skewer, took a bite, and said, "The barbecue made by the future billionaire himself really tastes extraordinary."

Edward opened a can of beer, poured him a glass, and said, "The future billionaire will pour your drink himself."

At this moment, Frank was full of energy and vigor, as if he had returned to the days when he was dominating Hollywood.

Hawke's words dragged him back to reality: "Billionaires of the future, a toast to the billionaires of the past."

Frank's anger instantly dissipated, and he clinked glasses with Hawke and said, "Be more devoted and treat your wife better in the future, or you'll end up like me."

Edward learned from Caroline's advanced experience and, without waiting for Hawke to respond, he started to brag for his boss: "That's because your brother is not good enough. My boss is a recognized lamppost god of war!"

These words made Frank unconsciously look at the lamppost next to him. The lamppost was more than ten meters high, and the thickest part was several dozen centimeters in diameter, which looked quite scary.

If you really have such capital, things like ex-wives, ex-girlfriends, etc. are no problem at all.

Hawke also took a can of beer, poured it for Frank, clinked glasses with him, and said, "I haven't thanked you for Kingsley yet."

Frank drank the wine, regained his spirits, and asked curiously: "Is she still the same as before?"

Hawke drank the wine in his glass and said, "I don't know what it was like before, but she was entangled with St. Bean's Church and St. Bean's Church School over the children."

Frank understood immediately: "Hollywood has remained the same over the years. It's always been the same."

Edward had listened to Kingsley's recording: "They say Compton is the crime capital of Los Angeles. I used to think so, too, and even felt inferior because I was born in Compton. But after following the boss for the past two years, I found that the crimes in Compton are far worse than those committed by the rich and famous bosses. They are not worth mentioning at all."

"You still have some brains." Frank rarely praised the savior, and then said: "Only those with money, power and resources can commit more evil things in this legal society. Holding an AK in hand, running into the street and shooting, the people killed are just small fry who will be shot to death in a few minutes. How much trouble can it cause?"

Hawke asked: "There should have been similar scandals in the Catholic Church before. Have they ever been exposed and brought to light?"

"No, never." Frank gave a negative answer: "Their crimes have been known to everyone for hundreds of years, but they have never responded directly. They would rather deal with the people who caused the problem than solve the problem that has arisen."

Edward suddenly had an idea: "Can we let something happen to Kingsley, and then as the person with the problem, she will be solved?"

Frank picked up the skewer and pointed at him: "Are you going to let her get into trouble? Once she's dealt with, she'll deal with you as well?"

"Those scumbags, especially those who disguise themselves as saviors, are so disgusting." The real savior was quite dissatisfied with the false savior: "I want to vomit when I think of them."

Having said that, Edward suddenly felt that the kebabs had lost their flavor.

This topic was a bit heavy, and Hawke and Frank didn't know what to say for a moment.

There was no feedback from Megan on Fox Channel 11.

It was clear that Fox didn't want to stir up this hornet's nest.

After a while, Hawke said, "If it doesn't work, use a human wave tactic."

This is also taking into account the Campos group. The children exposed in the church were from Latin America.

Frank asked, "What is human wave tactics?"

"How many media outlets are there in the United States? Not counting the small ones with some influence, there must be at least several hundred." Hawke has solved Tom Cruise's problem and now has some free time, so he is also thinking about this: "Including Europe and Australia, we can get at least a thousand media outlets, and have people go to the more chaotic places in Latin America and send emails to these media outlets."

Frank understood: "Do you think there will be a dragon-slaying warrior among them?"

Hawke said self-deprecatingly: "It's impossible that all media outlets are as greedy as we are and ignore these things like we do."

Frank shook his head: "The mainstream media in Western society is more shameless than you think."

The three of them drank, ate barbecue and chatted.

There are still many tourists taking night tours on Venice Beach opposite.

Private detective Coulson, wearing a pair of beach shoes, walked slowly along the edge of the beach. With the help of the street lights in the parking lot, he saw three people from afar.

There were photographers taking night photos around him, so he also raised the camera hanging around his neck, pretending to take night photos, aiming at the beach and the parking lot, taking photos seemingly aimlessly.

There were a lot of people here, and many were taking photos, so the ordinary Coulson didn't attract any attention.

He sat down on an empty roadside bench, picked up his digital camera and looked at the photos he had taken, and soon found the two he had taken specifically.

The telephoto lens captured a fairly clear picture, with three people in total, two young and one old. The young one was Hawke Osmond and his deputy and trusted confidant Edward Connor, and the old one was a little unfamiliar, but it didn't matter.

In the parking lot, Raul and Guti, one was standing by the car smoking, and the other was sitting on the high concrete steps, looking around from time to time.

In places where there are so many people coming and going, we can only do the most basic protective work.

Raul took out his water bottle, took a sip, and said, "I always have a strange feeling that someone is spying on the boss."

Guti picked up the telescope and looked carefully: "Although I can't find anyone, I have this feeling too."

This feeling may sound strange, and there is no evidence to support it, but it is a valuable experience they gained from their long battle with drug dealers in Mexico.

Sometimes, it is even the key to survival.

Raul took out his newly equipped micro intercom and called Morientes in the dark: "It feels like someone is secretly observing the boss. Pay attention and remember not to expose your position."

Morientes, who was hiding in the dark, replied: "Understood."

Guti then stood up and walked around the beach parking lot.

After a while, nothing was discovered and the feeling that someone was spying on me disappeared.

Raul also quietly notified Hawke and Edward.

Because I couldn't find the specific person, the matter ended up being left unresolved.

But Hawke was careful and more concerned about his own safety.

The three of them finished their barbecue meal and prepared to leave.

Frank said to Edward, "I heard that you have been living in the company recently? That's great, come play a few games of billiard with me."

Now that Tom Cruise's work is done, Edward still wants to find time to attack the next target, saying: "I'm busy with work and have a lot of affairs to deal with. I don't have time to play with you."

Frank asked, "Busy squeezing watermelon juice?"

Edward had had enough of his foul mouth tonight, and immediately used a killer move: "I'll ask someone to check your ex-wife's information."

"You dare!" Frank's eyes were as big as wheels.

Edward shook his head: "See, you're anxious again."

Hawke didn't bother to deal with the two of them, so he picked up a phone call and asked, "Where are you?"

Erica on the other side said, "Turn onto 20th Street, we'll be there soon."

In these turbulent times, Hawke drank very little tonight, which was basically negligible. He waved to Edward and Frank and walked out of the parking lot.

Edward followed from behind and said, "Boss, I have a new goal to pursue."

Hawke asked casually, "Who is it?"

"Remember Miller Collins?" Edward was worried that he had forgotten, so he reminded him, "The football wide receiver who once harassed Eric. His ex-wife Maria Collins is now divorced and has a daughter. I heard she is a very nice person."

Hawke was not surprised at this at all. After all, the savior had written it down in a notebook so that he could use it at any time.

He waved his hand: "Whatever you want, just don't let it affect your work."

They arrived at the exit of the parking lot and waited for a few minutes. A red Mercedes-Benz G stopped on the side of the road. Hawke got on the passenger seat and let Erica drive directly.

Erica asked, "Drinking."

"A little beer." Hawke looked at her beautiful profile and said, "We just finished hiring Tom Cruise and earned a lot of money. Frank helped a lot. The Savior and I hired him specifically."

"How much is a large sum?" Erica deliberately acted curious to make her boyfriend feel a sense of accomplishment.

Hawke answered truthfully: "$350 million."

Erica exclaimed: "I'm rich."

Although Hawke knew that most of her performance was just acting, he still appreciated it: "I'll give you a present later."

"No need to look back." Erica said seriously, "Give it to me tonight."

This statement is almost a clear indication.

The two returned to the villa on 20th Street, and Erica pushed Hawke into the bathroom on the first floor so that he could wash off the barbecue smell.

She went upstairs to the master bedroom, took a quick shower, and changed into a fitted white shirt and light-colored pants, the kind that can be worn topless.

When Hawke finished his shower and came out of the bathroom, he found Erica standing in the living room of the villa with a bucket of water at her feet.

He was curious: "What game are you going to play?"

Erica picked up a bone china bowl, propped up a bowl of water, and slowly poured it down the collar of her white shirt: "I haven't tried the ice bucket challenge yet."

Who can resist this temptation? (End of this chapter)