The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 30 Test
As night falls, the black Mondeo roars through the streets, its 3.6-liter six-cylinder engine full of power.

Hawke hung up the phone and said to Edward Connor who was driving, "Go to Linton Coffee House."

Edward turned around and asked, "Another celebrity is doing it?"

Hawke said, "We're going to help a beautiful girl who's been injured."

He just received a call from Jacqueline, who had important news clues to provide and needed an interview.

"Your lover?" Edward opened his mouth and couldn't close it: "No, how can a girl like you, such an old-fashioned person? Hey, boss, are you the kind of person who has to turn off the lights when doing things, and you only know the two positions, front and back..."

Hawke heard the strong contempt and shouted, "Shut up, or I'll deduct your salary!"

Edward quickly shut his mouth and dared not laugh at his boss anymore.

As the Mondeo approached the road where the coffee shop was located, Hawke asked Edward to stop the car in advance, gave him Jacqueline's number, and asked him to contact Jacqueline first and bring her over.

Edward was surprised: "Why not just go over there."

Hawke was on guard against someone using Jacqueline to fish for money, but he said something else: "The Press Act stipulates that media practitioners must not disclose the source of news and must protect news providers. This is the basic principle of press freedom."

He said earnestly: "We must protect our informant. You are a stranger. If someone sees you two in contact, they won't be suspicious..."

Edward didn't have any talent for this, but there had been a tragic incident involving an informant in Compton's gang, so he said, "I understand."

Hawke was worried that Downey, this drug addict, was too high and had a wild imagination, thinking of the elevator and Jacqueline.

Edward got off the car and went to the coffee shop.

Hawke followed from a distance and observed.

A few minutes later, Edward came out with Jacqueline.

No accidents occurred.

When Jacqueline got in the car, Hawke greeted her.

Jacqueline responded: "You are even more insignificant than you were that day."

Hawke thought to himself, you really know how to talk.

Edward saw that she was wearing heavy makeup and looked pretty and sexy, so he asked curiously, "Beautiful lady, have you ever been divorced and have a child?"

Jacqueline shook her head: "No, I'm only 22."

Edward shrugged, showing little interest.

Hawke went straight to the point: "Do you have any important news clues?"

Jacqueline was furious: "Some little bitch stole my most important client and called to laugh at me!"

Hawke asked the key question: "Who is the client?"

"Eddie, Eddie Murphy!" Jacqueline said a name.

Hawke thought it sounded familiar and turned to look at Edward.

The latter complained in his heart that his boss was indeed ignorant, but he said, "He is a black comedy star who starred in Beverly Hills Cop and The Nutty Professor. He also voiced the donkey in last year's hit Shrek the Monsters."

"Every time Eddie contacts his agent, he comes to me." Jacqueline turned to the point: "This time, Eddie took that little bitch away, and the little bitch even called me to show off and laughed at me for being old..."

Women's relationships are always complicated. She gritted her teeth and said, "That little bitch came to Los Angeles. I have always taken good care of her and helped her get familiar with the environment, but she stole my most important client!"

Edward asked, "Is it possible that Eddie Murphy is tired of it and wants to change someone..."

Hawke glared at him. It didn't matter which possibility it was. What mattered was that this clue was very valuable. He immediately asked, "Where are they most likely to go?"

Edward finally grew a bit more shrewd and shut his mouth.

Jacqueline said: "There is a palm forest in Mount Hobel Park. Eddie never takes me to a hotel or apartment. He likes to go there to set up a tent and have sex. If there is no one around, he will go out to play in the tent."

Hawke asked, "What kind of tent does he usually use?"

Jacqueline thought for a moment and said, "The tent he used recently is orange-red with the Brooklyn Bridge painted on it. He said it is the symbol of his hometown."

Hawke then asked, "Does he bring bodyguards?"

Jacqueline thought about it carefully: "I have never seen it."

Hawke nodded and held out his hand: "Give me your phone."

"What?" Jacqueline asked.

"Delete the call records and my number from your phone. Remember it in your mind." Hawke thought she could be a long-term source of information, so he reminded her, "Remember, we haven't been in touch today. When you go back to work, you have to call your agent and scold that little bitch for her ungrateful behavior and vent your emotions..."

Jacqueline operated the phone as Hawke asked, while asking, "Why?"

“There’s a saying where I come from, the dog that bites doesn’t bark,” Hawke said.

Jacqueline understood and didn't even want the money this time, so she hurried back.

She just wanted revenge on that little bitch.

Hawke called Edward, went out and got in the car, and headed straight for Mount Hubbard Park.

This is one of the holy camping spots in Los Angeles, but the night temperatures in March were relatively low, so not many people came here to camp.

Entering the park, Edward drove forward along the road. At a fork in the road, Hawke called him, got out of the car to look at the park map, got back in the car and pointed to the left: "This way."

Not long after, lights appeared faintly in front. Hawke asked Edward to stop the car, took out black clothes, a hat and gloves for him to wear, and installed a flash on the camera.

Edward put on a black hood and said, "I feel like... a robber! No, that's not right. I left Compton because I didn't want to be a robber!"

Hawke ignored all this nonsense and said, "Here comes your first test. The night is your home ground. Use your natural strengths!"

Edward is a chatterbox: "Boss, can I file a complaint against you for racial discrimination?"

Hawke shrugged: "If you don't want to do it, it's up to you." He took out a dagger and put it in the leather holster on his waist: "Hurry up."

Edward opened his mouth and licked his lower lip, then got out of the car.

"Don't open your mouth, no one can easily spot you." Hawke was dressed in black and also wore a hat and gloves.

Edward couldn't speak, so he had to run forward with Hawke.

The two of them took advantage of the night and gradually approached the place where the lights were on. A camping tent was set up on one side of the light.

The colors aren't very clear under the lights, but the pattern of the Brooklyn Bridge, fluoresces.

It's dark everywhere else, so it's a good time to take action.

Hawke hid behind the bushes, looked carefully for a while, and said, "This is it."

Edward seized the opportunity to speak: "We wait? Wait for them to come out and take pictures? We won't wait all night, right?"

"Wait? Are you waiting here to feed mosquitoes?" Hawke never waits passively: "News is actively dug out, it will never fall on our heads passively, just go for it!"

Edward pointed at his face and said, "Me? Boss, I'm a newbie, can I do it?"

"A hero emerges from a garbage dump. Who among those who broke out of Compton is not a talent?" Hawke first gave him a bucket of chicken blood, then took out the dagger he carried with him and gave it to him: "You go over there, remember to avoid the lights, and don't let your shadow fall on the tent. If the zipper can't be opened, use the knife to cut through the tent and take a photo of the two of them."

Edward felt like he was on a pirate ship, but his restless nature as a black man was also aroused, so he took the camera and the dagger.

Hawke patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go ahead."

Edward, with his camera hanging around his neck, suddenly remembered and asked, "Boss, what about you?"

Hawke said, "I'm here to pick you up. Don't worry, if you fail, I will save you."

Most Hollywood stars have a group of playmates, and there are even more of them around black people. Although Jacqueline said she had never seen bodyguards or the like, Hawke made preparations for both scenarios.

"Are you sure you won't abandon me?" Edward was unsure.

Hawke pointed at the camera and said, "This thing costs thousands of dollars, would I give it up?"

Edward felt relieved and moved forward quietly. The black figure in the night was really inconspicuous.

He did as Hawke had said, avoiding the light so that his shadow wouldn't fall on the tent, and approached the tent from the back.

There were bursts of strange noises coming from inside the tent.

Edward is very experienced and can tell when someone is doing something just by listening to them.

This was a good opportunity. He gripped the dagger tightly, approached from the back, stabbed the tent, and slid down hard. A big hole immediately appeared in the tent.

Edward bit the dagger, held the camera with both hands, put the lens into the mouth, aimed at the center and took a series of pictures.

Flashes flashed, and Eddie Murphy yelled, "Who? What are you doing! Stop it!"

In the darkness, dazzling car lights suddenly lit up.

Two black men, one fat and one thin, were dozing off in a black Cherokee not far away. They were awakened by Eddie Murphy's roar, and immediately turned on the car lights, got out and rushed over.

It was the first time for Edward to do this, so he was inevitably a little nervous. He didn't remember how many times he pressed the shutter button. He held the camera tightly with both hands and turned around and ran away.

Eddie Murphy crawled and rolled out of the tent, shouting, "Stop him, get the camera! Camera!"

The woman behind him was still dazed.

Edward stepped out of the mine. Hawke put away his camera phone, pulled down his hood, put on his gloves, waited for the right moment, and rushed out diagonally.

He crouched down and moved at an extremely fast speed, and with a dull bang, he crashed into the sturdy black man.

The black man was knocked to the ground and his back hit the palm tree, causing him to scream in pain.

Without waiting for him to get up, Hawke kicked him in the fat belly.

The black man curled up like a cooked shrimp and found it difficult to get up for a while.

Hawke lunged to the other side.

The thin black man took out a stun gun and tried to aim at Edward who was running.

Hawke threw him to the ground, snatched the stun gun and threw it far away. He punched the black man, turned over and pressed his knee on the black man's neck, and changed his East Coast accent: "For such a small amount of money a month, why risk your life!"

The black man, who was still struggling, stopped moving under Hawke's pressure and words.

Hawke stood up, walked around behind a thick palm tree, and ran into the darkness.

(End of this chapter)