The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 233 Failure

With a crisp gunshot, the bearded man who was running fell down, blood spurted out of his leg, and his bones were broken.

But he was very conscious, and using the force of the fall, he rolled behind two stone flower beds.

The bearded man was in so much pain that his head was covered in cold sweat and his face was frighteningly pale. He looked through the gaps in the flower bed and saw four bodies lying on the stone floor of the square.

Except for himself, none of the four men who came with him were spared.

The bearded man gritted his teeth and turned back. Less than thirty meters away was the car they were using for retreat.

Now, it's impossible to get through.

Before coming here, intelligence showed that Hawk Osmond was an excellent marksman and he himself had certain combat abilities, but I didn't expect his marksmanship to be so great.

Also, those three or four bodyguards are not ordinary people. One of them is even better at shooting than our own sniper.

If the Sun Hat had not been killed by the opponent at the beginning of the battle, he would not have been so passive.

But the bearded man did not feel any regret or anything like that.

These mercenaries are engaged in a bloody business.

Others pay, they work hard.

It is only natural to die in the process of making money.

The sound of a helicopter was heard in the sky. The bearded man looked in the direction of the sound and could vaguely see two helicopters flying towards him at high speed.

Judging from the sound of the propeller and the vague shape of the plane, it should be the FBI that has arrived.

The bearded man noticed that the enemy was about to make a move, so he immediately raised his gun and fired a few shots at that direction.

Hawke was still hiding behind the Mercedes. Now that the situation was completely advantageous, he certainly would not run out and take the risk, as that would really make him a sitting duck.

The FBI helicopter arrived and the situation was settled.

Gunfire rang out again.

The bearded man emptied the magazine of his rifle, took out the cell phone from his pocket, removed the communication card, and shot it into pieces with a pistol.

Then he fired several more shots at the phone.

The helicopter was getting closer and closer, flying lower and lower, and the huge words "FBI" could be vaguely seen on the fuselage.

The bearded man had no hope of luck and picked up a pistol to cover his mouth.

If he died on duty, his family would receive a large pension.

If you are captured alive by the FBI and can't hold on, the consequences will be disastrous.

Those bastards in the FBI are willing to use any lousy tactics.

The bearded man exerted force with his fingers and pulled the trigger. With a gunshot, blood burst out from the back of his head and he fell down dejectedly.

The FBI helicopter arrived and carried out a direct rappelling. Two teams of fully armed agents quickly took control of Citrus Plaza.

There is also a bomb disposal team on the way by car.

Hawke directly asked Brian to negotiate.

On the one hand, Brian is one of the parties involved.

On the other hand, the person in charge of the FBI is Jennifer Hughey.

Crow Mouth's beauty trap is just right.

Five bodies fell in Citrus Square.

Hawke asked and found out that in addition to the four people who were shot dead earlier, there was another person who was injured in the leg and committed suicide by shooting himself.

Including the guy who died in the car explosion, at least six people died this time.

The direct attackers left no one alive.

I haven't found anything that can prove my identity yet.

This was a carefully planned attack.

When the ambulance arrived, Hawke first asked the medical staff to take Edward to the hospital.

Edward said, "Boss, I should be fine. These are just minor injuries."

Hawke put him on the stretcher and said, "Go to the hospital for a comprehensive examination. Don't rush back. Just observe for one night."

Edward didn't insist and got into the ambulance.

Hawke called Austin, the head of the company's security department, and asked him to cancel the leave of all security personnel, distribute guns to individuals, and raise the alert to the highest level.

Then he notified Campos and asked him to send someone to the hospital to protect Edward.

The attackers even used car bombs. Who knows if they will launch more crazy attacks in the future.

Hawke mentioned the Burbank Hotel while on the phone with Campos.

Campos immediately set out and went to the Burbank Hotel in person to keep an eye on Douglas Coster and his group.

There is currently no evidence to show that it was done by those people from BlackRock, but this kind of thing does not require evidence at all. In Hawke's eyes, those who have huge conflicts of interest at this stage have the greatest grudges.

And Emma Bateson, someone is always watching Campos.

After Hawke came back from the call, the FBI conducted a preliminary inspection of the scene.

Jennifer Huey came over and said, "This is too tragic." She looked at Brian next to her and said, "Fortunately, you are okay."

Brian pointed at Hawke and said, "He protected me. Without Hawke, the exploding car would have hit both of us directly."

Jennifer asked Hawke, "Are you not hurt?" Hawke was now covered in dirt and soot, looking a little embarrassed. "I was lucky this time. My friend crashed into a car and saved me, and several bodyguards fought hard..."

Jennifer patted his arm. “Do you want me to inform Erica?”

Hawke picked up the phone and gestured, "I'll call her."

"I'll take your statement after the call." Jennifer will personally bring someone to take Hawke's statement.

Hawke called Erica and said a few words to her in a casual manner.

Erica had already received news of the explosion in Covina. When she heard that it was related to Hawke, her tone was particularly solemn: "I'll be there now."

The scene was completely cordoned off by the FBI, and well-informed media reporters had already rushed over and were blocking outside the cordon to take pictures.

Hawke's face and body were covered in smoke and dust, but he didn't bother to wash it off. He just got into an FBI car and cooperated with Jennifer in taking a statement.

In fact, apart from the unproven speculations, he was a little confused about the rest.

No one knows where the gunmen came from or who drove the car bomb to carry out the attack.

If we hadn't recruited three bodyguards, Raul, Guti and Morientes some time ago, today might have been very, very troublesome.

Hawke and others took separate statements, so overall there wouldn't be too much trouble.

The only point was that the AR-15 used by Guti was illegally modified with a bump stock, but in Jennifer's handling, it was not worth mentioning.

Sitting in the FBI car, Brian, who was also covered in dust, took a bottle of water, handed it to Hawke, and said, "I didn't expect you to be so loyal."

Hawke unscrewed the bottle, took a sip, and said, "I'm still waiting for you to take me to the Oval Office. I can't let you die on the way."

Brian took another bottle of water and said, "From today, no, from tomorrow, I will also exercise. If I encounter something like this again, at least I can run away..."

"Wait a minute!" Hearing the latter sentence, Hawke wanted to pick up the mineral water bottle and block Brian's mouth: "Don't say such things again, okay?"

Brian opened his mouth, then suddenly realized that he might really be a jinx, so he quickly closed his mouth.

Hawke said seriously, "Don't you realize the seriousness of the matter? Let's not talk about the distant past. The two recent incidents, one at St. Mary's Psychiatric Treatment Center and one just today, all the nonsense you said came true, all came true!"

At this point, Brian began to doubt himself: "Am I really the leader of the Curse God Cult?"

Hawke said seriously: "No doubt about it, you definitely are."

Brian quickly shook his head. He couldn't let such a bad reputation fall on him. "These people are not targeting me..."

Hawke was powerless to refute. He couldn't just lie with his eyes open.

So, he simply closed his eyes: "But they chose to launch the attack where you are and where you are the mayor."

Before the two men's debate came to a conclusion, someone knocked on the car door from outside.

Jennifer opened the car door and said, "There are a few key matters that my superiors asked me to explain to you in advance to avoid any misunderstandings."

Hawke nodded: "Just tell me."

Jennifer said directly: "The situation is still unclear and the incident has not been determined. As the parties involved, please do not appear in public or accept any media interviews. Keep your contact information open and we will contact you at any time."

"I have no problem with that." Brian emphasized: "Find out who did it as soon as possible."

Jennifer smiled helplessly. "We're already investigating. Judging from their physical characteristics, the five gunmen in the square are most likely mercenaries. As for the guy who died in the car, he was blown to pieces. We still have a lot of work to do to figure out his identity."

Hawke looked outside and lowered his voice: "Those people I mentioned, ask your confidants to check them out as soon as possible."

Jennifer also lowered her voice: "We are already doing it, but facing celebrities and business elites, the FBI has no good solution without solid evidence."

The deputy director of the Los Angeles branch before she was transferred here went too far in handling some matters, and was caught by the headquarters and forced to retire early.

Jennifer said directly: "Don't expect too much from the FBI."

Hawke knew very well that if the other party dared to do this, they would not be afraid of a formal investigation in the open.

As it happens, he is not the kind of person who only relies on open investigations.

There were still a lot of things to deal with at the scene, so Jennifer finished her instructions and left quickly.

Erica rushed over later and saw that her boyfriend and cousin looked worse than the other, with extremely ugly faces.

She took out a wet wipe and wiped the cigarette ash off Hawke's face, saying, "This can't end like this!"

…………

Los Angeles International Airport, Besten Internet Cafe.

Private investigator Coulson sat in front of a computer, drank a sip of cold coffee, and refreshed Twitter again.

After this program refresh, several new messages appeared on Twitter.

One of them caught Coulson's attention.

"A suspected explosion occurred in Covina, East Los Angeles!"

Coulson quickly clicked on the news headline, and a user-edited Twitter message appeared, along with several photos taken from a distance.

The not very wide street was in a mess, with bullet heads and shell casings faintly visible. A black Mercedes-Benz sedan with broken windows was parked in the middle of the road.

Not far away, there was smoke coming out of waste and car debris was scattered all over the ground.

There was also half a thin car door, which was inserted diagonally into the branch of a green tree on the roadside.

Coulson knew at a glance that Miller Collins had launched the attack.

He took out his cell phone and made a call: "How's the plan?"

"Failed." Tim on the other side said directly: "You should leave."

(End of this chapter)