The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Tim Rangnick, whose will collapsed, confessed a lot of situations, including Blackrock and Douglas Coster.

BlackRock's adoption of such drastic measures sounds quite crazy, but when Hawke thought about the Capital he had read and the high-end business wars that had been leaked on the Internet in his previous life, he was not shocked.

Behind these means are huge interests involving tens of billions or even hundreds of billions of dollars.

Not to mention that it only involved him, he had even had his entire business rival's family sunk into the sea.

Inside the warehouse, Hawke repeated the question again. He basically asked all the questions he could, and he was sure that Tim didn't know the ones he couldn't ask, so Guti paused the interrogation.

He had a quick conversation with Erica: "The BlackRock San Francisco branch planned this operation. The person directly in charge is Douglas Coster. It has been approved by BlackRock headquarters. A large number of Donkey Party members are also involved. Tim Ronnick, Coulson and others are the executors."

Erica continued Hawke's words and said, "We have two options next. One is to solve it through official channels, which means that the development of the matter will be beyond our control. The second is to solve it ourselves."

Her voice sounded calm, but it was filled with murderous intent: "Since they are prepared to kill, they should also be prepared to be killed."

Hawke has never been a man who follows the rules, and this time his life was truly threatened.

He said no nonsense: "They all deserve to die."

Erica turned to look at Hawke: "No matter what you do, I support you."

Hawke believes that these bastards deserve to die, but he will not underestimate their power. He said: "We treat these people in three parts: now, in the medium term, and in the long term."

This is also one of the reasons why Erica likes Hawke, because he will not be blinded by anger.

Hawke was very clear-headed. "The current targets are Tim, Coulson and other actual executors. Since they dared to take action, they must be ready to meet God. Then there is Douglas Coster, who planned all this. Finally, there are Blackrock and the donkeys in California. These can't be killed just like that."

Erica said, "Jennifer is fine, but the FBI is unreliable. Recently, a second deputy director from the FBI came to the bureau, who is from the donkey's side."

Hawke nodded slightly: "I will handle my own affairs myself."

Not far away, Tim Ronnick, who was hung up, slowly raised his head and looked at Hawke and Erica.

The couple looked calm and indifferent, and didn't look like good people.

Tim suddenly felt that his life was in danger, and shouted, "I have something else to say, something else to say."

Hawke turned, looked at him, and shouted, "Hurry up."

Tim had already said everything he could and could not say, and there was nothing useful to say except meaningless repetition.

Hawke waved and called Raul over, and whispered to him to take the cash and go to Tijuana.

There's an organization over there that Hawke worked with when he was dealing with Robert Downey Jr.

As long as you have money, can provide your identity information and approximate location, the rest will be easily solved.

Erica has used her connections to find Coulson's whereabouts based on what Tim provided.

The man used the passport Tim provided and ran away to Puerto Rico.

Near noon, Raul drove out of the seaside warehouse and headed south to the US-Mexico border.

Soon, a yacht sailed out to sea from a nearby dock, heading towards the depths of the vast Pacific Ocean, and only slowed down slowly after entering the high seas.

The people on the yacht kept throwing out some blood food, attracting more and more sharks.

A bloody human-shaped object was thrown into the sea and completely disappeared under the scramble of more than a dozen sharks.

The people on the boat cleaned up all traces carefully and returned at a leisurely pace.

The sharks, having had their fill, dispersed one after another.

There is no longer anyone called Tim Rangnick in this world.

…………

San Francisco, Bay Area.

Inside a bowling alley, Peter Thiel, president of Long-Term Capital Management, came out of the locker room and walked towards his old friend Reid Hoffman.

As he walked, he said, "News just came from Los Angeles that a car bomb attack occurred in Covina yesterday, and Twitter founder Hawke Osment was involved."

Hoffman guessed something when he heard it, and asked, "Is Hawk Osmond dead?"

"No." Peter Thiel said quickly: "My old friend Brian Ferguson was with him at the time. The two were almost killed in the explosion. After the car exploded, they were shot by multiple gunmen."

Hoffman was quite surprised: "He survived like this? It's a miracle."

Peter Thiel smiled and said, "Not only did he survive, Hawk Osmond fought back and killed the five gunmen who launched the attack on the spot!"

The bowling ball that Hoffman had just picked up fell to the floor with a clang, almost hitting his foot.

Even though he was well-informed, he was still shocked: "When did such a monster squeeze into the business district?"

Peter Thiel picked up a bowling ball, walked to the lane, and threw it out in a standard posture. With a series of ping-pong sounds, he scored a perfect hit.

"Good shot!" Hoffman picked up the ball from the ground.

Peter Thiel clapped his hands and said, "Given Hawke Osmond's temper, he will definitely launch a fierce counterattack after being attacked like this. He has the support of the Ferguson family behind him. BlackRock is going to be in trouble."

Hoffman asked: "Things are not going the way we expected. When do we enter the market?"

"Now." Peter Thiel made a decision: "BlackRock has used the most violent means of attack. Hawk Osmond now wants to fight back and needs allies."

As an investor, he would of course choose the opportunity that is most beneficial to him: "It's time for us to enter the game."

Hoffman took out his cell phone and said, "I'll have someone prepare the plane. We'll go directly there."

Peter Thiel nodded: "Let's go today." The two investment tycoons from Silicon Valley seized the opportunity and prepared to join the investment battle for Twitter.

…………

Puerto Rico, capital San Juan.

Flight from Tijuana, landing at the international airport.

Four Latinos came out of the terminal exit, pretending to be Mexican tourists visiting, and rented two cars from a nearby used car dealership.

The woman with a particularly sexy figure made a phone call and said, "The whereabouts of the person has been basically confirmed. He is at the Bell Hotel."

The leader said, "Hurry up and deal with him as soon as possible. Try to go back tomorrow. My niece is getting married tomorrow and I have to attend the wedding at noon."

Another person reminded: "The intelligence provided by the other party shows that this person has worked as a private detective and has a certain degree of vigilance. Please be more careful when taking action."

The four men split into two groups and drove two cars straight to the Bell Hotel near San Jose Church.

The woman and a man pretended to be a couple and checked into the same room.

The other two people each booked a room.

They soon found the target person Coulson.

By the hotel's swimming pool, Coulson, wearing swimming trunks, sat under a parasol, drinking an iced drink and chatting and laughing with the woman at the same table.

"So, you made a big deal and made a fortune?" Elano asked.

Although the plan failed, Coulson got the money he deserved and was in a very good mood: "That's right, so I came all the way from Los Angeles to invite you to travel around the world with me."

He was particularly generous at this moment: "I'll cover all the expenses."

Elano was intrigued. “I just need to take someone with me, right?”

Coulson reached over and grabbed Elanor's hand: "Dear, you just need to take yourself there, and I will take care of the rest."

How could Elano refuse such a good thing? "Okay, I'll go."

Seeing that he had invited the goddess of his dreams, Coulson said, "Here's my plan. We'll go to Europe first, celebrate the New Year in Northern Europe, go to Norway or Sweden to see the aurora, and then go to Southern Europe and live by the romantic Aegean Sea for a month..."

Elano's phone rang at this time. She took a look and said embarrassedly: "I'm going to answer the phone. My agent called."

Coulson smiled and said, "Please do as you please."

Elano got up and went to a less crowded place, and went to the bathroom while making a phone call.

Coulson is the only one left here.

He put down his drink, looked at the bikini beauties in the swimming pool, and considered whether to propose to Elano during the trip.

At this moment, a bikini beauty with an extremely sexy figure passed by.

Because there was little fabric, a lot of exposure, and a good figure, there were even whistles from the surroundings.

The woman walked towards the swimming pool with confidence. Occasionally, when someone greeted her, she would smile and nod in response.

When she entered the pool, many men in swimsuits pretended to want to swim and went into the pool.

But Coulson didn't move.

On the other side, the three Mexican men scattered around two tables were inevitably a little disappointed.

But they are all very patient hunters.

Keep calm and wait.

Finally, the opportunity presented itself.

After Elanor came over, Coulson chatted with her for a while, because he had drunk a drink before and went to the bathroom to urinate.

Three Mexican men followed quietly.

Not long after, the three men came out of the bathroom one after another, passed by the swimming pool, and glanced at the sexy beauty inside.

The latter understood, broke away from the man's entanglement, went ashore and walked towards the locker room.

The three people in front didn't even go back to the hotel, they just drove away.

The identities used to check into the hotel were all fake.

Soon, the woman also left alone.

Elanor waited for a few minutes and became a little anxious when he saw that Coulson had not come back yet.

She thought he had just defecated, so she waited a little longer, but Coulson still didn't come back.

More than ten minutes passed, Elano took out his cell phone and made a call, but the call was not connected.

She ran to the men's restroom and found a sign at the door that read "Keep Out During Cleaning".

But Coulson did go into the bathroom before.

Elanor bravely stepped over the sign and walked towards the men's restroom, then smelled a pungent smell of blood.

Inside the men's restroom, Coulson was lying on the ground, his body covered in blood, his chest and abdomen full of holes, having been stabbed at least twenty times.

"Murder!" Elano screamed: "Murder!" (End of this chapter)