The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 277 Don't Tell Him

A lunch is underway at a mansion on more than an acre of land in Brentwood.

When facing Erica's father Carter Ferguson and mother Mary Ferguson, Hawke knew when to act and when to retreat. Although he didn't say much, he always got to the point.

With the halo of Twitter, he can definitely be considered a young and promising person.

Mary was already very pleased with Hawke.

After the meal, Carter completely agreed with Mary's opinion of Hawke.

I also think my daughter has good taste.

After lunch, Erica took Hawke upstairs to show her bedroom.

Mary asked her husband directly, "How does it feel?"

"Not bad." Carter said in front of his wife, completely different from how he was facing Hawke: "You look a little worse than when I was young."

Mary took the tea brought by the maid, placed it in front of her husband, and said, "Although it is a little ordinary, it is also of popular standard. Besides, this is not important."

Carter agreed: "It's very rare for someone from an ordinary family to achieve such success."

He thought for a moment and then said, "There is another crucial point. Hawke is not a rigid person. He is flexible and has a ruthless heart and dark hands. In this cannibalistic society, he can protect his family and wealth in this way."

Mary took over the conversation: "Although Erica is also ruthless, her methods are all focused on firearms."

Carter said: "Erica is our only daughter, and her future husband must be able to protect her."

Mary got another cup of tea and said, "Douglas, the president of BlackRock's San Francisco branch, has died."

"The man who attacked Hawke and Brian?" Carter took a sip of tea and said, "This is a necessary counterattack. Killing should stop killing. Only then will Blackrock and his men restrain themselves."

If you are the first to kill, you must be prepared to be killed.

And the opponent has proven that he is fully capable of physically eliminating it.

Mary said: "After we spoke up, BlackRock passed the message through an intermediary, and the matter ended here."

Carter said calmly: "It happened, how can it end here."

"We know this, and Hawke knows it too." Mary did not mention this to Hawke: "So, there is no need to remind him."

Carter said: "I was rebellious when I was young, and I didn't agree with what my father said. Fortunately, the rebellious period didn't last long. I looked back in time, looked at you, and then looked at Hawke, and I felt that what my father said made sense."

Mary smiled and said, “When dealing with a person, don’t look at where he comes from, but look at what he does.”

"That's right." Carter looked at his watch: "It's about time. I should go. I still have a lot of things to do in the afternoon."

Mary nodded: "Drive slower."

Upstairs, in Erica's room, Hawke found a photo album and looked through photos of her as a child.

She looked chubby as a toddler, but after she turned five, many of Erica's photos showed guns.

In the photo when she was twelve years old, Erica was already holding a small-caliber shotgun and posing with the prey she had shot.

Erica came over from behind, glanced at the photo, and said, "This was my first official hunt. I remember it very clearly. I killed a red deer and a jackrabbit, the same kind as Bugs Bunny."

Hawke promptly gave a thumbs up and said: "It's much better than when I was thirteen years old. At that time, I could only shoot randomly to scare away North American coyotes."

Erica asked, "When I went to your house, I didn't see any photos of you when you were a child?"

"I had a rebellious period, and that happened to coincide with my parents' accident." Hawke had already prepared a plan: "The farm was auctioned off, and I drove away in a junky car, traveling all over the United States, visiting many places, learning a lot of random skills, and everything in the farm was treated as garbage by the buyer."

Erica came over, kissed Hawke on the forehead, and said, "Let's go to your farm in Wyoming next time I take a day off. We can't run into some assholes every time."

Hawke thought of the key: "Don't tell Brian, otherwise our vacation will be ruined if he opens his mouth."

Speaking of this, Erica became extremely serious: "You must not tell him."

The crow's mouth of the Curse God Cult leader is truly terrifying.

The two did not stay on the second floor for long and soon went downstairs together.

Carter went out for something, and Mary was the only one on the first floor.

Mary chatted with Hawke for a while, and the topic inevitably turned to Twitter: "I heard that you are promoting overseas development plans?"

Hawke simply said: "It is mainly Europe, Latin America, Japan and South Korea in East Asia and some markets in Southeast Asia. We are currently waiting for the right time."

Mary asked, "Still the old way?"

Hawke roughly said: "The studio that often provides news to Twitter has discovered news about a football star and is currently following up. Football's influence in the world far exceeds that of basketball. I expect that if we can get relevant news, its spread will far exceed Kobe Bryant's Eagle County Gate."

He smiled and said to Mary, "Pacific Investment will continue to push forward when the time comes."

Mary responded, “No problem.”

After chatting for a while, Hawke said goodbye at the right time, and Erica followed him out of Brentwood.

Both of them don't have to go to work today and are going on a date.

Hawke asked, "Where do you want to go?"

Erica said directly: "At the Ater Mountain Shooting Range, we haven't trained together for more than a week. If we are away from training for a long time, our coordination will become rusty." Hawke deliberately said: "We just practiced shooting last night."

Erica pointed at her eyes and pretended to be angry: "You didn't shoot accurately enough. Your eyes are blinded."

Hawke said seriously: "If you practice with me a few more times, your accuracy will naturally improve."

Erica said, "Wait until night to go back."

…………

Rosario, Baja California.

Several cars arrived at the beach villa area. In the leading police car, Superintendent Robert got out first and asked Diaz, who followed, to open the dilapidated gate of the courtyard wall.

When the door opened, more than a dozen people got out of the business cars at the back.

The leader, Barack Bernanke, entered the villa with Charles, an expert hired at a high salary.

Charles turned to look at his subordinates and pointed at the villa: "Investigate the scene."

These people put on masks, shoe covers and gloves, took out various professional equipment, and entered the scene.

Charles didn't hold out much hope for this, because the Rosario Police Department had already conducted several inspections and taken away too many things from the scene.

There were too many people entering, and the Mexican police were limited in their capabilities, so the scene had already been destroyed.

But the employer paid a high salary, so even if it was just for show, the work had to be done professionally and beautifully.

Charles also put on a mask and shoe covers and walked around the scene.

The scene was chaotic and he shook his head secretly. Just then a phone call came in and he found a quiet room to answer it.

After answering the call for a while, Charles quickly left the scene, found Barack Bernanke who was communicating with the Mexican police, and waved at him.

Barack came quickly.

Charles said: "My people have checked all the hotels and inns in Rosario, checked the customer list, and made detailed inquiries around the airport, but no suspicious people were found."

He sighed: "The amount of surveillance here is almost non-existent. The infrastructure is too backward."

Barack didn't mean to blame, as the amount of public surveillance in Los Angeles is also very small.

Charles added, "In Los Angeles, my people spent a huge amount of money to get some surveillance footage of the terminal before and after Carol boarded the plane. The Los Angeles International Airport has too many people, so no one has found her yet. We have narrowed down our target to the passengers on the same flight as Carol, and are currently looking for suspects based on the list."

Barack asked, "What about Melissa?"

Charles thought for a moment and said, "As you said, there is a high possibility that there is a problem within your foundation."

Barack regretted releasing the news that he was going to Baltimore with Melissa to inspect the construction of the medical center.

A few hours later, the professionals who entered the villa withdrew one after another.

One of them came over and whispered something to Charles.

Charles found Barack and said, "The scene was severely damaged. Apart from bullet holes and bullet heads, there was basically nothing to be found."

Barack couldn't help but say, "These Mexican idiots!" He then asked, "Can ballistic analysis find the gun?"

"Give it a try, but don't hold out too much hope." Charles would not give his clients unrealistic expectations: "There are too many guns in Mexico, too many gunfights and killings, and the Mexican police have only a handful of laboratories that can do ballistic analysis. Even if these guns have been fired and killed people, the possibility that Mexico has kept records is very, very low..."

After hearing this, Barack suddenly understood why these bastards didn't take action in Los Angeles and had to choose Mexico.

It's not just because the Ackerman family has been entrenched in Los Angeles for many years.

But it also made Charles come to a conclusion: "The people who did it are good with guns. They have received professional training and are familiar with Melissa's schedule. They definitely did not just target Melissa, but they fully understood her and may have been following her for several months, or even longer."

A name came to Barack's mind - Sean Ackerman.

Because it is not difficult for Sean to do these things, it is even easy.

Melissa and Sean have had a long-standing conflict. The latter believes that his biological mother's death in a car accident is directly related to Melissa.

Barack suddenly discovered a problem. If Melissa really died, would Buddy have any other options in terms of inheritance?
Where should I go?
The group went to check the villa next door, but found nothing.

Barack and Charles got on a business car and returned to the Titanic Hotel where they were staying.

They had already checked every possible place in the hotel, but still did not find any suspects.

Those people don't live in urban areas at all.

Barack returned to his room and called Los Angeles.

After a busy day outside, he was hungry, so he changed his coat and went downstairs to the restaurant to eat.

Barack was sitting at an empty table and had just ordered his meal when someone nearby came over and sat directly opposite him.

The man whispered, "Barack, Mr. Sean Ackerman asked me to say hello to you. He has always admired you and said that you are the biggest contributor to the success of the Ackerman Foundation."

Barack remained silent.

The man left a business card: "You can always have coffee with Mr. Sean Ackerman."

(End of this chapter)