The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Century City, Fox Television Center.

Harley Wayne walked through the large open space of the news station and entered her own independent office.

Strictly speaking, this is a large partition specially equipped for senior reporters who travel inside and outside the station.

There are a lot of messy things and rules within the TV station, but if the reporters outside are capable, dare to think and act, and can achieve results, Fox will give them generous treatment.

Harley Wayne's job is relatively free. Not only does she have an independent office, but she can also follow the news she wants.

There was a fire in Los Angeles, and she got a lot of exclusive news.

Since the Venice Beach Club incident last year, Halle has developed some news sources and sent out a number of business cards in Southern California with her cell phone number and email address.

If she can find valuable news clues, she can start an investigation.

Harley turned on her computer and logged into Twitter to browse the hot news. The hot topics on Twitter were still focused on the reconstruction after the Los Angeles fire, as well as the former mayor and several former Democratic Party members.

She was keenly aware that the newly elected mayor, Brian Ferguson, had a special relationship with Twitter, and Twitter was almost entirely filled with positive news about him.

Sources at City Hall also told her that Twitter is one of the top two companies to be subsidized in the mayor's economic development plan.

Although this is normal at the policy level, Haley thinks this aspect might be worth following up.

Harley opened her mailbox again. There were several unread emails in it. She clicked on them one by one and was soon attracted by one email.

Above are photos of several forms. When you click to enlarge them, you can see many people's names, followed by blood test records, blood draw time, where the blood was sold, etc.

The table below is an organ transplant list, which records in detail the information of the donor and the recipient, the time of the operation, etc.

The appendix to these forms also includes a list of professional descriptions of the medical centers affiliated with the Ackerman Charitable Foundation.

Harley's right hand holding the mouse trembled slightly, and she immediately opened an encrypted hidden folder. After retrieving the Venice Beach Club from it, she found some more information.

The Venice Beach Club was nominally founded by Bro Derek, an executive of Akerman Pictures, but was actually owned by the Akerman family. The fire burned all the remaining evidence in the club, and with two people committing suicide and the upper echelons colluding in corruption, everything quickly returned to calm.

Harley looked up the information of a person, Guerrero, who committed suicide by jumping off a building. He had a girlfriend named Irene, who studied at California Institute of Technology.

When she checked Caltech, Eileen had disappeared.

Harley suspected that these were done by the Ackerman family.

The Ackerman Charitable Foundation is the Ackerman family's largest industry.

Harley found two bankrupt people in Los Angeles and made a phone call: "Hey, Bonte, can you help me check these two people?"

The other side said, "Do you have a name or social security number?"

Harley said the name and the company they once started: "Thanks."

The other side quickly responded: "After they went bankrupt, they were unable to repay their loans and could not pay the alimony to their divorced wives, and became homeless."

Harley hung up the phone and wanted to call her friend at the Los Angeles Department of Public Health to check the corresponding blood product batch number in the form, but hesitated and withdrew her hand.

If the contents recorded in the form are true, checking in this way may easily alert the other party.

Harry took notes, downloaded the email, made a backup, and replied: "The news clues you provided are very valuable. Can we meet to talk? By the way, I will give you $500..."

She deleted and rewrote the number: "1000 dollars for the informant fee."

At the end of the email, Harley left her work phone number and clicked send.

After waiting for a while, there was no reply.

Harley decided to look it up. She was not familiar with blood products and organ transplants, so she checked online.

This search revealed the promotional website of Ackerman Medical Center.

The medical center has opened numerous blood stations in Southern California, including Los Angeles, Orange County, and San Diego, where people in need can donate blood anytime and anywhere.

As a reporter covering social and political issues, Hallie has a certain understanding of the real social conditions in Meilijia.

There are many ordinary people at the bottom of society who rely on selling blood to make a living.

Harley wrote down the addresses of several blood stations, found a bag that could be used for secret photography, changed into old clothes, left the office, drove an ordinary Hyundai car downstairs, and headed straight for the Hollywood area.

In the Hollywood area not far from Century City, there is a shelter affiliated with the Ackerman Charitable Foundation.

On the same block as the shelter is a blood station affiliated with the Ackerman Medical Center.

Halle had been to that area and had some impression of it. The Hollywood area was becoming increasingly impoverished. There were many homeless people there, and most of the residents and tenants were from the lower classes of society.

In less than half an hour, Harry found the blood station where many people were selling blood.

She was about to go in, and before getting off the car, she took out a wet wipe and removed the already light makeup on her face. She also took off her watch and bracelet, trying to make herself look as demure as possible.

Harry tried his best to look as hateful as possible and walked into the blood station alone.

There are many people selling blood, and the corresponding prices are posted on the wall. This is a legal industry, and the prices are clearly marked.

Harley turned slightly to take a picture of the window where the blood was being drawn.

A Mexican man with a big beard came in from outside, took a promotional leaflet and sat on a bench to read it.

Garcia followed me all the way from Century City.

Harley went to consult the staff at the blood station and learned about the situation while filming.

When she came out of the blood station, she found many violations, such as not testing whether the blood donors had infectious diseases, not even the most basic test paper test.

Among the blood sellers photographed by Harley, several of them clearly had problems and looked like veteran drug addicts.

Such people have a high chance of contracting AIDS or other blood-borne diseases.

Harley was driving to the next blood station when she passed by the Ackerman Charity Rescue Station. She found several medical vehicles parked in front of the station with banners hanging on them that read "Free Physical Examination."

She recalled another organ transplant form in the email, where the organs were mainly sourced from healthy homeless people and illegal immigrants.

In front of the medical vehicle, some people were waiting for physical examinations and receiving gifts.

Harley saw the parking lot sign, drove around to the back of the rescue station, and entered the parking lot.

Garcia and Carlos, who were following behind, immediately took out their cell phones and made a call.

Harley got out of the car and just left the parking lot when she noticed an older Mexican homeless man sitting at the door.

Judging from his appearance, he must have been hanging around the streets for a long time.

She took out a dollar bill, put it in the broken hat in front of the other person, and said, "I'm here to see someone. Can I ask you something?"

The old man looked down at the banknotes, grabbed them and stuffed them into his pocket: "You say."

Harley said a name from the form: "Do you know Ward Prowse? He is my cousin. He got divorced and became homeless a year ago. I heard that he is in this area."

The old man thought about it carefully and shook his head: "I don't know him."

Harley's purpose was not to find someone, and she added, "By the way, the last message he sent me was that he got a medical examination report from a charity at the rescue station."

The old man understood, and fearing that Harry didn't know, he interrupted and asked, "Is it that the medical examination report shows that he is sick, and the charity will help with free treatment?"

“Yes, that’s right.” Harley remembered clearly that the email read: “But after that, Ward disappeared and I couldn’t contact him anymore.”

The old man looked around and said, "There are many people like this. I have been here for a long time. Many people who received free medical treatment after the physical examination did not come back. According to the people in the rescue station, some people chose to return to society and work normally after recovering their health. Some people left Los Angeles."

Harry asked, "It would be good for them too."

The old man shook his head repeatedly.

"I'm very anxious. Ward has been missing for a long time, and his child has been asking for his father." Harley did not say that she was a reporter. She acted very anxiously and said, "If you know how to find him, can you tell me?"

The old man said: "No one who left here has ever come back. I don't know exactly what happened."

He pointed across the street and said, "Did you see that woman? Go ask her. Earlier this year, her brother got on a charity's free medical treatment vehicle and has not been heard from since. The rescue station said he went abroad to work, and her client went to look for him."

"Thank you." Harry left, found the woman, and told her his purpose.

The Mexican woman said, "Don't look for him anymore. You won't find him. I've been to all the places they told me to look for him, but I can't find him. I even called the police, but they said they don't deal with homeless people."

Harley looked very sad.

The Mexican woman said: "I have set up a family group for the missing on Twitter to help each other. If you are interested, you can join it."

Harley thought of a whole form with their names and information and said, "Thank you."

The two exchanged contact information, and the Mexican woman also left her the number of a Twitter group.

Harley returned to the car, immediately turned on her laptop, logged into Twitter through the wireless network card, and joined the group.

There are already more than a dozen people in this group, and many of them are leaving messages looking for people. Some people also claim to have sneaked into the Ackerman Medical Center and found major problems there.

Harley chatted with these people for a while to confirm that the qualifications she received in the mailbox were all real.

In the office of Butterfly Security Company, Hierro, an expert in computers and communications, turned off Twitter.

The people in this group are real, but all of them are from Butterfly.

A classic group screenwriter in the Internet media era, a bunch of scammers and one client.

They will use this group established on Twitter to guide Halle's actions and allow this righteous female reporter who has the protection of Fox to realize the justice in her heart.

Even helped her win a Pulitzer Prize. (End of this chapter)