The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 255 Escape from Los Angeles

East Los Angeles, Covina.

In the reception room of City Hall, Brian, Hawke and Steve negotiated for a while and decided to set up a new social organization with its headquarters in East Los Angeles, with Steve as the head.

Of course, such an organization cannot be established immediately; it requires a lot of time, energy and money to prepare.

Steve will set up a preparatory committee as quickly as possible.

The deal was done, and Steve said goodbye and left.

Hawke and Brian were the only two people left in the reception room on the second floor.

Brian stood at the window, watching the Audi car go away, and said, "Are you really going to get me into the Oval Office?"

Hawke deliberately said, "I'm a poor boy from Wyoming. The company I founded is worth a little money, but some people can't help but fight for it, and even resort to physical destruction. I think they think I'm weak and if they can get rid of me, they'll have a way to get a share of the pie, so I need a backer."

He came to the window and patted Brian on the shoulder: "You are my biggest supporter."

Brian asked, "Did you say that to Erica as well?"

"How is that possible? Erica's ambition is to shoot legally." Hawke also told the truth: "Your goal is more ambitious."

He said seriously: "Blackrock is our mortal enemy. They have come up with a marginalized population plan for the Donkey Party. Of course we have to snipe these bastards. The means of sniping should be diversified. Using magic to fight magic is one of them."

It was impossible to elaborate on this aspect, so Hawke changed the subject: "If you go further, you will need a large electorate as a base. In California, the power of Latinos and African Americans can no longer be ignored."

Brian recalled some past events and said, "When my grandfather was in power, California was still deep red. As a large number of immigrants came in, the Democratic Party made a wrong move in immigration policy and lost everything. Deep red turned into deep blue."

Hawke said: "We are the new generation, and when the path of the previous generation is not feasible, it is natural to change."

In fact, the things he did were greatly influenced by his past life, and it can be said that practicality is paramount: "uniting normal people and gaining their support."

Brian laughed, "I thought you were going to unite those people."

Hawke said: "Those demons and monsters will only become objects of our exploitation. The so-called marginalized people plan is nothing more than equal rights, allowing these so-called disadvantaged groups to speak out in order to win the votes of those who like to dance around. But these people are born without the ability to unite, let alone live in peace. They only ask for more and more, and keep asking for more."

He has been thinking about the marginalized groups plan: "As long as we provoke them appropriately, pick the right time, and keep adding fuel to the fire, they will fight each other until their heads are broken and bloody."

Brian understood the reason: “We need our own equal rights organization, too.”

Hawke looked into the distance. There were a large number of Mexican immigrants in Covina, and Mexicans could be seen everywhere on the streets: "This may take a long process. In addition to these marginalized groups, there are also broader groups, such as African Americans and Mexicans."

"Due to my work, I have dealt with many black people and Mexicans." Hawke's number one subordinate is a black man from Compton. The savior also found many normal-minded black people to help him.

As for Mexicans, there are more than a dozen people on Campos' side now.

Hawke said slowly: "Many ethnic minorities have normal thinking. These ordinary people work hard and don't speak out easily. They rarely jump out to cause trouble unless they can't stand it..."

Brian said: "These people are often not interested in voting. Why should the donkeys support those people, because those people will come out and jump up and down at the slightest agitation."

"So, we need an equal rights organization." Hawke is very clear about the future development: "Keep adding fuel to the fire, make them dance more happily, attack each other, and become tired of society step by step."

He emphasized: "What we need to do is to speed up this process as much as possible."

Brian said: "I will mobilize resources to make this organization happen as soon as possible."

It was almost noon, so Brian simply called Hawke and Edward to go to a nearby Mexican restaurant for dinner.

The last time, the two were attacked in Covina.

This time, there were three cars following each person.

During the meal, Brian talked about their common enemy: "Douglas Coster of BlackRock has been hiding in the Burbank Hotel and has not come out. He is a turtle, his head is tucked in, and he won't say anything."

Hawke said: "My people have been keeping an eye on him, but he is very good at hiding."

Brian nodded: "I tried the honey trap here, but it didn't work."

"He can't hide in the Burbank Hotel forever." Hawke was more patient than Brian. "Douglas is the head of BlackRock's San Francisco branch. He will have to return to San Francisco after staying in Los Angeles for a while. If we can't do anything in Los Angeles, then we can do it in San Francisco."

"What do you need me to do?" Brian asked.

Hawke was not polite: "I don't know the people in San Francisco very well. I will contact you if I need anything."

"No problem," Brian said.

After lunch, Hawke left Covina and asked Edward to drive to Pasana.

In a shooting range here, Campos is training with his subordinates.

Hawke didn't disturb them. He went to a platform upstairs and looked at the people on the outdoor training ground from afar through the bulletproof glass.

Most of these people fled from Mexico.

Among them, including Campos, there were several families where only one person survived.

In his previous life, Hawke had read an article on the Internet that listed the most dangerous jobs in the world.

One of these is the fight against drugs in Mexico.

He remembered that a Mexican president launched a war on drugs, and the government lost the war…Policemen like Campos who really wanted to ban drugs were actually representatives, either being hunted by drug dealers or framed by their former colleagues.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door and Edward went to open it.

Campos walked in.

Hawke asked him to sit down and asked, "Any news from Wyoming?"

Carlos and Garcia have been in contact for a long time, and Campos has been in touch, saying: "They are pretending to be private detectives. They have found the man and contacted him. They are looking for the right opportunity to give him the things."

He added: "The man's parents and sister all disappeared, and only the bodies of his parents were found. His sister's whereabouts are still unknown. She may have been eaten by wolves or bears."

Hawke asked directly: "Is he ready for revenge?"

Campos said: "According to Carlos and Garcia's observations, this man has been hunting alone in the mountains recently. He should be practicing his shooting skills. He is said to be a good hunter among the younger generation of Indian reservations. At the time of the incident, he was working as a guide for a hunting company in Denver. As a result, something happened at home and he was left alone."

Hawke said, "This guy is lucky." He paused for a moment and added, "I am lucky too, I am still alive."

Campos knew what this meant. If the bomb car had exploded close to Hawk, there would be no chance of survival.

This is not luck, but Hawke has always attached great importance to security.

He felt sad, as it is always difficult to be a good person.

While in Mexico, he was performing his duties as a drug enforcement officer, but ended up fleeing to California alone.

Campos said in a hoarse voice: "Those bastards should all die!"

Hawke didn't say much.

Edward, the savior, suddenly blurted out: "What is the essence of this world? The strong bully the weak, and good people never get good rewards."

"We have to be worse than the bad guys," Hawke said.

Campos nodded.

Hawke was about to leave: "If there is any news from Carlos and Garcia, please inform me in time."

"Yes." Campos saw Hawke out.

Hawke and Edward went out, ready to return to Santa Monica.

On the way back, Hawke made a phone call, but there was still no movement at the Burbank Hotel.

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Burbank Hotel, Penthouse Suite.

Assistant Ryder received a call and came to the study to inform Glass Coster: "Boss, the business charter plane has been booked and will take off on time at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning."

Douglas said, "Order another one through the overseas foundation and leave at 2 o'clock in the afternoon."

"Yes." Reid hurried back and asked the overseas foundation to order a business jet.

Douglas picked up a cell phone that he had never used before and dialed a number: "At noon, mobilize all of you and use the best bulletproof car to escort me to the airport."

The other side responded: "Please pay in advance."

Douglas asked another assistant to pay for the security costs.

After staying in Los Angeles for so many days, he has forgotten how many days he has not left the hotel. Many work contacts are made through emails and phone calls, and matters that require face-to-face interviews are also discussed by inviting the other party to the Burbank Hotel.

During this period, he also discussed investment with several Hollywood crews.

Ang Lee's Brokeback Mountain is the top priority.

Originally, the financing for this project was planned to begin next year at the earliest.

However, after the funds were in place, the crew has officially established a studio and started all-round preparatory work.

Filming will begin in February or March next year and the film will compete for the 2005 Oscars.

This is nearly a year faster than producer James Schamus had planned.

If it were possible, Douglas would have wanted to have Brokeback Mountain compete for next year's Oscars.

After making proper work arrangements and telling others that he would leave Los Angeles tomorrow, Douglas went into his bedroom to rest after lunch as usual, but quietly left the suite, took the freight elevator downstairs, joined the security convoy that came to greet him, and headed straight for Los Angeles International Airport.

Along the way, he was in constant fear of being attacked.

Douglas didn't feel relieved until he entered the airport tarmac and boarded the chartered business jet.

After repeated inspections, the plane took off smoothly.

Two hours later, the business jet landed at San Francisco International Airport.

Douglas got off the plane and got into the company's convoy that came to pick him up. His whole spirit and energy were different.

(End of this chapter)