The Wolf of Los Angeles.

East Los Angeles, Covina.

Walking on the central street, Hawke looked at the newly paved asphalt road and smelled the faint odor in the air. He said to Brian, "It's very efficient. I haven't been here for a long time, but it has changed a lot."

Brian walked with Hawke and said as they walked: "For newcomers who have just entered the political arena, credibility is very important. They must maintain the trust of voters."

The two walked towards Citrus Square in the middle of Central Street.

Along the way, all the citizens of Covina that Brian met took the initiative to greet him.

The new mayor is in a honeymoon period with Covina.

Hawke said, "From what you said, reputation is no longer important after the novice period?"

Brian shrugged. "Lying is a basic skill in politics. If a politician can't even lie, then he is unqualified."

He is very clear: "This society is so realistic. The promises made by politicians at the moment are affected by many factors and there will always be times when they cannot be fulfilled."

Hawke didn't refute and followed him to the Citrus Square.

Behind the two men, Edward drove the bulletproof Mercedes, following not too far away, his eyes darting around, occasionally scanning the pedestrians.

Brian looked back at the Mercedes-Benz and said, "You've always had a car and bodyguards following you. The richer you are, the less courageous you become."

Hawke said, "Before, I had nothing but my life, so of course I wasn't afraid. But now it's different. Besides my life, I also have a lot of money. If I die without spending all the money, wouldn't that be a big loss?"

Brian seemed to think this made sense, and said, "Don't worry, the security in Covina has always been good."

Inexplicably, the leader of the Curse Cult came online: "We can't have a street fight in a place like this."

"Shut up!" Hawke got angry when he heard it, and warned him seriously: "How many times have I told you not to say such things casually, especially from you."

Brian spread his hands and said, "Erica isn't here yet, what are you afraid of?"

Hawke gave him a cold look and said, "I'm afraid of your mouth! Brian Crow Mouth!"

As they were talking, the two came to the Citrus Square, where the Citrus Festival would be held next week.

Brian stood on the side of the road and pointed at the square and said, "This time, I contacted fifty manufacturers to come and participate in the Citrus Festival. The scale is the largest in Covina's history."

"Yes, it is also a political achievement." Hawke said casually: "It can further win the support of the constituency."

Brian asked him: "Will Twitter hold an online event?"

Hawke thought for a moment and said, "Send someone to Twitter to discuss this."

Some workers in work clothes, carrying packaging bags or barrels of materials, passed by from a distance, came to the square, and started to get busy.

Several of them looked at Hawke and Brian from a distance.

They seemed to be busy working, but in fact they were huddled together whispering.

A bearded man wearing a helmet pointed to the distance with the help of a tool and said, "Do you see those two people? The young man in sportswear is the target Hawke Osmond."

The man next to him took off his helmet to get some air, revealing a big bald head: "Boss, if you shoot him from behind here, he's dead."

"Don't act recklessly, this is Los Angeles, not Colombia." The bearded man reminded, "We are a safety measure, not the first plan. If the first plan fails, it will be our turn to take action."

The other man with glasses understood: "Is the first plan safer?"

The bearded man snorted coldly and said, "Doing so will allow them to give a decent explanation to the so-called public opinion, and the pressure they face will be much less."

"It's all the same to me, just $15." The tattooed man straightened up, his face covered with grease paint, looking like a mercenary ready to participate in jungle warfare: "Hawk Osment, that's $15."

A voice suddenly rang out from the bearded man's earphones: "Boss, that bastard is followed by bodyguards, not just that Mercedes."

On a nearby scaffolding, a man in a sun hat looked down from above, looking particularly far away: "A Ford, it has turned back and forth four times, I will definitely not mistake it, it is the same car."

The man in the sun hat was the sharpest eye in the five-man team. The bearded man trusted his judgment and said to Mike, "Keep an eye on this car."

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At the three-way intersection where the citrus sculpture had been removed, Miller Collins turned onto Central Street in a Toyota Corolla.

Compared to his unshaven and decadent appearance a few days ago, he looks particularly energetic today.

He shaved his beard clean, had his hair simply washed, cut and blow-dried, put on a San Diego Chargers jacket and a hat embroidered with a lightning bolt.

The latter two are special commemorative models given to him by the team that year, and they also have metal team logos on them.

Miller Collins was well fed, well drunk, and high, and he was here for one person only.

Although Covina is not a big city, Miller Collins couldn't find anyone for a while, so he walked around the central street with wide eyes.

The explosives had already been prepared in the bag on the co-pilot's seat and in the armrest box.

Miller Collins drove a Toyota Corolla, gradually approaching the Citrus Square connected to the central street. Looking through the front windshield, he saw two people in the distance.

One of them, he had looked at the photo of repeatedly in recent days and there was no way he would mistake it: that was Hawke Osment!

The bastard who caused him to go to jail and go bankrupt!
He is in this situation because of Hawke Osment! Miller Collins, a homeless vagrant, will never allow the person who hurt him to get away with it and become a billionaire.

The accelerator of the Toyota Corolla was stepped on, and the engine roared and made a heart-wrenching sound.

But the car's acceleration was not ideal, and it did not shoot out like an arrow.

Miller Collins didn't care about all this. He stared at Hawk Osmond at the edge of the square diagonally opposite and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

He did not expect to knock the opponent away directly, as long as he got a little closer, he could still send the person flying into the sky!
There are a lot of explosives in this car.

At the moment when the Toyota Corolla accelerated, Raul, who was driving the Ford Mondeo coming from behind, noticed something wrong.

The car in front suddenly accelerated and changed direction.

Without thinking or trying to determine if the Toyota had any accidents, Raul tapped the car's intercom and shouted, "White Toyota! Watch out for the white Toyota!"

As a bodyguard, this is all Raul can do at this moment.

Although the Toyota Corolla has weak power, there is some distance between the two sides and the Mondeo cannot catch up instantly.

At the critical moment, Raul's warning worked.

Originally, Edward had been driving the Mercedes, following Hawke and Brian not too far away.

As the voice rang out on the intercom, the spirit of the savior was suddenly awakened, and there was only one sentence left in my mind - white Toyota!
The white Toyota was not far in front of the Mercedes-Benz, speeding up from the side and rushing towards where Hawke and Brian were!

Edward didn't have any thoughts and didn't make any unnecessary movements. He stared at the white Toyota and stepped down hard with his right foot.

He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, lifted his foot slightly, and stepped on it to the bottom again!

The extreme power mode of this bulletproof Mercedes was activated, the engine burst out with powerful power, the black sedan transformed into a land fighter and crashed into the white Toyota.

Edward didn't have any complicated thoughts, he just didn't allow anyone to hurt his boss.

At the edge of Citrus Square and the sidewalk, Hawke heard the roar of a car and turned to see the shadow of a white car.

He was extremely alert and without saying a word, he reached out and grabbed Brian's arm and ran towards the steps of the square.

Brian didn't understand what was going on, but his mind worked quickly. He was with the first or second scourge of Los Angeles. The other party ran away, but didn't forget to pull him back.

Nothing else to do, just run!

Brian was wearing leather shoes, which made running inconvenient, and one of his shoes fell off after just two steps.

Hawke spread his legs and ran up the stairs as fast as he could. There was a cement base over there that was more than one person tall and half a meter wide. As long as he ran to the back, the Toyota rushing up the stairs would not pose any threat.

He kept his head tilted, and a hint of darkness flashed in his eyes.

That bulletproof Mercedes!

Edward came, like a savior, he turned on the extreme power mode of Mercedes-Benz and drove the car head-on into the driver's seat of the white Toyota.

With a loud bang, car debris flew everywhere, and the Toyota Corolla flew into the air as if it had wings.

The white car seemed to be disintegrating, with countless pieces flying out. The car rolled several times in the air, and after landing on the ground, it continued to roll and hit a thick traffic sign pole on the side of the road.

The car was flattened and almost cut in half, so the black guys who scrapped it had to sell it for scrap metal.

This tragic car accident happened extremely quickly, and things changed even faster!

Before anyone could react, a fireball suddenly appeared inside the Toyota Corolla and a huge explosion occurred without any warning.

Rumbling--

A red fireball rose into the sky, and a heat wave spread in all directions under the impact wave.

The first to be affected is the Mercedes-Benz sedan that is closest to the Corolla.

All kinds of debris hit the Mercedes-Benz sedan with a crackling sound, and a huge shock wave hit the front windshield, causing cracks to appear.

Fortunately, this car was specially customized by Brian and could withstand such a violent explosion.

In the driver's seat, Edward, who was pressed by the airbag, shook his head hard to wake himself up.

He looked out and saw only cracked glass and debris and smoke from the explosion.

Although not very professional, with such explosive power, Edward could guess with his toes that the white Toyota must have been loaded with something.

He wanted to speak, wanted to shout to Hawke, but he was so miserable that he couldn't utter a single word.

The airbag was deflated rapidly, and Edward gradually recovered.

On the other side, dust and smoke from the explosion rose into the sky, covering the surrounding area. Hawk had already let go of Brian's arm and ran towards the Mercedes-Benz.

Brian shouted from behind: "Don't go, it's dangerous! Come back quickly!"

But Hawke was unmoved and ran towards the Mercedes-Benz, shouting, "Call the police! Call the police!" (End of this chapter)