The Wolf of Los Angeles.

In Burbank, a very ordinary Cadillac drove through the street and turned into a nearby multi-story parking lot.

The car went all the way up and stopped on the top floor of the parking lot.

Hawke, who was wearing makeup, did not get out of the car. He picked up a telescope and observed the Burbank Hotel across the street.

Edward, who was also wearing makeup, pointed to the top floor of the hotel and said, "Douglas lives in the only luxurious business suite. Betty is trying to get in and work as a waiter. Carlos and Juan have put on makeup to become guests and are temporarily living on the next floor."

It is basically certain that one of Douglas's goals this time is Twitter, and Hawke certainly will not do nothing.

He has made corresponding arrangements and asked people to keep a close eye on this BlackRock executive.

The glass windows of the luxury business suite were all covered with a special inner film, so even if Hawke used a high-powered telescope, he could not see clearly what was going on in the room.

Edward added: "The Burbank Hotel has an underground parking lot with strict security measures, so it is difficult for us to know who has visited Douglas."

Seeing that there would be no gain, Hawke signaled Edward to drive away.

This newly ordered Cadillac also has bulletproof function. Edward felt that the steering wheel was easy to deviate when driving it, and he always thought that there was a problem with the car's tuning.

He said, "Boss, the driving experience of the Mercedes is still better."

Hawke waved his hand: "We came out quietly, we can't drive that car."

Edward looked back at the Burbank Hotel: "This way?"

Hawke said softly, "Just keep track of his whereabouts for now, don't alert anyone."

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Ackerman Charity Shelter in Hollywood.

Tim drove a Cadillac to the door and found many black people waiting to receive relief meals. He honked the horn gently, and Coulson came out from the side and waved to him.

The two cars, one after the other, left the busy area and parked in an empty parking space on the side of the road.

Coulson came quickly from behind, got into Tim's car, and said, "I've found someone and he'll be here soon."

Tim looked towards the charity aid station and saw several medical vehicles coming. He asked, "Are you sure you can affect him?"

"Of course." Coulson still had some confidence, and said, "Since the first time you and I came to see him, I would come to visit him every other day, bringing him wine and food. I was his last fan."

His confidence did not only come from these. He took out a small plastic bag and said, "Miller Collins has been mentally unstable since he lost his divorce case. He has been wandering the streets for a short time and got addicted to these things. He tried the high-purity stuff I gave him, but he couldn't get rid of it."

Tim praised: "Good job, man!"

Coulson's cell phone rang, and he quickly answered it, said a few words, and opened the passenger door: "The people have arrived at the parking lot and will go to clean up the RV soon. Shall we go over?"

"Go over now." Tim waited for him to get out of the car, started the car, turned around, and quickly turned back to the charity rescue station and came to the parking lot at the back.

He parked the car and found that a trailer had driven up to Miller Collins's dilapidated RV. Several municipal workers in yellow vests were negotiating with Miller Collins.

Miller Collins was very emotional and shouted loudly, attracting a lot of attention.

This place is a gathering place for homeless people. A large number of blacks and Mexicans showed up from all over and squatted outside the parking lot to watch the fun.

Several Mexicans who worked part-time as street informants even took out their camera phones and took pictures of Miller Collins and the cars and people nearby.

Miller Collins is no longer the star wide receiver of the San Diego Chargers. The homeless life coupled with alcohol and drugs have almost destroyed his strong body.

Municipal workers took him aside, showed him legal documents, and had his only property, a broken RV that had passed through countless hands, towed away.

Coulson arrived at the right time by car. He stopped the car, ran to see Miller Collins, and had serious negotiations with the municipal staff, but still failed to stop the tow truck from towing the RV away.

Not only that, city staff also asked Miller Collins to pay the overdue parking fees.

Coulson paid the money on Miller's behalf.

The municipal workers and the tow truck left, and Miller sat down on the ground. His already decadent face showed that he had lost all hope in life.

He glanced at Coulson who was carrying the bag and said directly: "I can't pay you back this money."

Coulson took out a bottle of water and handed it to him: "No need to return it."

Miller seemed like a walking corpse, even his expression was wooden. He unscrewed the water bottle, took a sip, and said, "Go away, don't come to me again, I'm not that wide receiver anymore."

"No, you have always been the big star that I like, and you have never changed." Coulson couldn't let him lose hope: "You can return to the way you were before, I always believe in this."

He reached out to pull Miller up: "You don't have a place to stay right now, why don't you stay at my place for a few days?"

Miller didn't care at all and got up and followed Coulson.

The two got in the car, and Coulson drove to the house that had been prepared in North Hollywood.

As he drove, he asked, "What are your plans next?"

After Miller's brief frenzy, all that was left was numbness: "Let's take it one day at a time."

This was not the state Coulson wanted. He crossed an intersection and said deliberately: "The dispute between you and West Coast Studios is over. Let go of these things and cheer up again..."

Sure enough, when Miller heard the name of West Coast Studio, a bit of viciousness appeared on his wooden face, and he said unconsciously: "I have no grudges against those bastards, but they framed me and hurt me so badly!"

Coulson continued the topic: "I went to the West Coast studio you mentioned. The house on Fountain Street was always closed, and I didn't see the guy you mentioned. What was his name?" The name of that bastard was deeply engraved in Miller's mind: "Hawk Osment!"

"Yes, Hawke Osment." Coulson continued, "I also asked someone. Hawke Osment and West Coast Studios moved out at the beginning of the year. Some people said that Hawke Osment founded the popular social media Twitter after he moved out."

He seemed to be chatting casually with a friend: "I read in the newspaper some time ago that Twitter now has more than 3000 million users, and professional companies in Silicon Valley are valued at billions of dollars. Hawke Osmond is so lucky that he has become a billionaire in the blink of an eye."

Miller looked up, his eyes full of brilliance: "That bastard is going to become a billionaire?"

Coulson nodded vigorously: "That's what the newspaper said. Who would have thought that a paparazzi who secretly photographed people's privacy would have such an opportunity."

Miller said nothing more and lowered his head, but the light in his eyes turned into hatred.

He remembered clearly that he had never messed with Hawk Oscar and his West Coast studio, but the bastard had planned a trap for him for his own selfish reasons, using the style he liked to ruin his reputation.

Later, they even teamed up with Fox TV to frame him for trying to kill someone to silence him.

As a result, his old gang, the Shorty Gang, was wiped out by the LAPD, and he was sent to jail.

Miller was very sure that Hawk Osment was the culprit for his current situation.

Coulson drove to North Hollywood, parked the car in a parking space on the side of the road, asked Miller to get out of the car, and went into a single-family house with a small yard next to it.

Miller put his hands in his pockets, his face gloomy.

The house was a bit messy, Coulson tidied it up casually, put the bag he was holding on the coffee table, and said, "Sit anywhere you want, and help yourself to what you want to eat."

Miller sniffed, looking uncomfortable, and asked, "Um, is there anything else?"

Coulson sighed, "I'll go find it for you."

Before leaving, he specifically reminded me: "There are a lot of things here that I used in my previous work, don't touch them. I do directional blasting, and I might have left some explosives behind."

Miller was feeling upset, so he waved his hand casually: “Don’t worry, I won’t touch your things.”

That being said, after Coulson went out, he still looked around curiously.

Soon, I found something interesting on the shelf.

Miller had never used them, but he had seen them in TV movies. They were clearly some miniature detonators.

When Coulson came back, he pointed at the detonators and asked curiously, "What are you doing with these?"

Coulson said seemingly casually: "I am a demolition technician. I often do directional demolition. Sometimes I bring work back for research. These detonators are very small. As long as they are not connected to C4, there will be no danger."

He handed Miller a small plastic one: "That's all we have."

Miller didn't hesitate and started enjoying it immediately.

Feeling elated, he asked Coulson a lot about detonators and C4, and followed Coulson to see the C4 stored in the tool room.

Afterwards, at Miller's strong request, the two took detonators and C4, ran to the wilderness, made a few simple bombs by hand, and blew up some fish in the valley.

This type of plastic explosive is almost a fool-proof procedure to use.

Even though Miller's brain was corrupted by drugs, he still learned quickly.

Coulson went to work every day and left a cheap Toyota Corolla for Miller.

The Millers found a new target, with only one thought in their heads.

We must not let the bastard who harmed him become a billionaire!

Miller made up an excuse to remember his enemy and regain his confidence, and asked Coulson to help him find information about Hawk Osmond.

Coulson helped him find many newspapers reporting on Twitter and even provided some photos.

Miller Collins almost engraved Hawke's appearance into his mind.

On this day, Coulson came back from outside.

When the two were having dinner together, Coulson mentioned that Hawke Osment was going to Covina, a satellite city of Los Angeles, to attend an event in the next few days.

Miller took note and quietly checked Covina's location, what events were going to be held, and so on.

He followed Coulson's method, found the C4 and detonators in stock, and made some simple bombs to give away.

…………

Hawke received an invitation from Brian Ferguson to visit Covina to see the results of his administration.

The new mayor of Covina has done some practical things since taking office and has a high support rate among citizens.

Before the election, Bryan worked with AT&T to resolve the issue of fiber-to-the-home in Covina.

After taking office, he actively raised funds to renovate all roads in Covina, including public roads in plantation and processing plant areas, greatly improving the transportation conditions of this satellite town.

Internet broadband and transportation have also promoted the development of the local citrus industry in Covina, and Covina has a sense of being completely renewed. (End of this chapter)