The Wolf of Los Angeles.

East Hollywood, Silver Lake neighborhood.

The basement was brightly lit, the safe door was open, and Hawke took out a brand new AK74, applied gun oil and maintained it carefully.

Erica appeared at the door of the vault: "What do you want to do with these guns?"

The smell of gun oil filled the air. Hawke put the disassembled parts back together one by one and said, "Send some bastards to see God."

Erica came to him, took a gun out of the box, quickly disassembled it, took the gun oil and did maintenance: "Whatever you do, always count me in."

She said seriously: "As an assaulter, how can you do without me shooting from behind to cover you?"

Hawke leaned closer, kissed her cheek, and said, "No matter what I do, I can't do without your support."

The two men maintained the firearms and opened two boxes to check the condition of the RPGs.

The box is filled with RPG26, enough to deal with all models of bulletproof cars on the market.

Erica warned: "It's best not to use this thing in the country. This kind of high-powered weapon is likely to attract the attention of the FBI and the Department of Homeland Security."

Hawke checked it, sealed the box again, and said, "These are all prepared for use abroad."

The last time a Venice Beach club caught fire, Bro Derick and Guerrero Ente were killed by suicide.

Hawke speculated that if things became irreversible, Buddy Ackerman and the Ackerman family would not surrender and might even flee North America.

The two returned upstairs, and Hawke took out the prepared information, handed it to Erica, and said, "These are the most important figures in the Ackerman family and the Ackerman Foundation."

Erica took it and looked through it carefully. There were more than a dozen people on it, the most important of which were four, namely Buddy Ackerman and Sean Ackerman, father and son, and Barack Bernanke and Fernando Crane, two executives of the Ackerman Charitable Foundation.

This time, Hawke's goal was very clear, to destroy all forces of the Ackerman family.

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Ackerman Medical Center, Orange County.

After finishing his night shift, the strong Chandler drove out of the medical center gate, drove along the street, came to the northwest of Orange County, and turned into a parking lot.

The car arrived near another exit and Chandler's car stopped next to a Ford.

In the driver's seat of the Ford, Harley Wayne opened the door and got out, holding the bag in one hand and holding the self-defense pistol in the pocket of her windbreaker with the other.

Chandler was very careful. He looked at Harley's face and observed the surroundings before getting out of the car. He handed over the bag he was carrying and said, "Here's what you want."

Harley took it, handed over the bag she was carrying, and said, "The balance is in it."

Chandler opened the bag and looked at the money inside, then smiled and said, "Come back to me if you need anything."

"Who was the victim?" Harley asked.

Chandler tightly grasped the bag of money. "Two illegal Mexican immigrants, one had his kidney removed, the other had his liver removed. All their blood was drained for export, and the rest will be sent to a feed mill, where it will be crushed with the leftovers from pigs, cattle and sheep to make chicken feed."

After hearing the last sentence, Harley, who had just eaten fried chicken in the evening, felt nauseous and almost vomited out her dinner.

She held back and said, "I'll call you again if I need you."

Chandler waved, got in the car and left quickly.

Hallie got into the SUV, checked her bag carefully, started the car, drove out of the parking lot, and headed straight for Pasanadi.

The two sides were quite far apart, and by the time she returned to the apartment building, it was almost dawn.

Erin was relieved to see Harley come in and said, "I thought you were going to disappear."

Harley took the laptop, turned it on, and then asked, "Why did you disappear?"

Irene shrugged. “You haven’t taken action for so many days. I’m worried that you might back down.”

"Don't provoke me." Harley opened the bag, took out the storage disk inside, and connected it to the computer: "We are facing a huge force. I am looking for more complete evidence, evidence that will make it impossible for them to turn over."

She opened the storage disk and clicked on the video: "There is still a chance."

Ailin didn't understand: "Waiting for what opportunity?"

Harry took a newspaper and handed it to Irene: "Take a look."

Eileen saw a picture on the newspaper headline that showed George Walker arriving in Los Angeles to visit the victims of the fire.

Hallie knew that she didn't understand politics, so she said, "In the next few days, candidates from both the Donkey and the Elephant parties will gather in California and Los Angeles, which means that this place will soon become the main battlefield. What we are going to report is the best knife to kill the donkey. Fox TV itself is red, and as long as these reports come out, it will be like handing the knife to kill the donkey to George Walker."

Irene was more likely to follow the instructions and didn't think as much as Harley.

Her purpose was pure: to seek justice for Guerrero: "As long as I can get revenge, everything else is fine."

Halle further explained: "Although the media called George a pig, a pig knows how to kill a donkey when a knife is in front of it."

All Irene could say was, “What an apt description.”

Harley turned on the video and saw an uncomfortable scene. In the pinhole camera, a Latino was lying in the operating room, fixed on the operating table. He was struggling desperately, but with the injection of anesthetic, he quickly relaxed.

Then there was an operation until the man's liver was removed and placed in a professional preservation device.

The shooting was disturbed, the picture is not particularly clear, there are flickers and noise in the middle, but the whole process can be distinguished.

Ailin stared at it with wide eyes, and drank water several times in between to suppress the urge to vomit: "The picture is not very clear."

Harley said: "There are shielding devices at key locations in the medical center. It's great to be able to take pictures like this."

Only the media affiliated with News Corporation are good at secretly filming and eavesdropping, and all of their equipment is the latest. The Ackerman Medical Center has been built for a long time, and some of its equipment has not been updated for a long time, which has caused a generation gap between the two sides. Harley continued to watch other videos, including detailed information and Mexican IDs of Mexicans who underwent surgery, as well as scenes of corpses being put into body bags and carried away.

Ailin saw the back and closed her eyes.

She could guess that Guerrero worked for the Ackerman family, doing similar work.

But Irene didn't dare to think too much. There was only one thought in her mind: Guerrero had paid the price, but the culprits had not.

Harley sorted these out and made backup copies.

She took out several test reports from the filing cabinet. These were official sampling reports of exported plasma from the blood station company affiliated with the Ackerman Medical Center.

Halle had spent a lot of money to get it from the Food and Drug Administration.

The test report showed that many of the batches of plasma exported to the UK tested positive for HIV.

Harry opened the safe again and took out a series of evidence including reports, photos, videos, etc. provided by Irene, and put them all in the briefcase.

She looked at Ailin and said, "You leave Los Angeles early tomorrow morning. If anything unexpected happens to me, you must keep the backup I gave you. Don't trust others easily."

Erin nodded vigorously.

Harry knew the danger of this matter, and if she wasn't careful she would be silenced.

Even so, she did not waver at all.

"Go to bed early." Harry packed up and prepared to go to bed, as there would be a fierce battle tomorrow.

The lights in this apartment were off.

Irene returned to her room and quietly sent a text message.

In the roadside parking space downstairs, in a business car with black curtains drawn, Betty felt her phone vibrate. She quickly clicked on the text messages and read them. She replied to one message, asking Irene to cooperate with the other party, and then called Campos.

Juan got up from the back seat and asked, "Are they going to start?"

Betty said, "Harley has packed up all the materials and asked Irene to leave early tomorrow morning. It should be ready to start."

Juan was somewhat impressed: "There are very few reporters like this."

"Indeed." Betty thought of their main task: "Such reporters should be kept alive, not killed."

Juan said, "Try to keep her safe."

The next morning, before the sun rose, Harry had already gotten up and prepared breakfast.

After Erin finished her breakfast and packed her belongings, she asked directly, "Are you ready to report?"

Harley said, "I will go to Fox TV in the morning and meet directly with the top brass, try to do it today or tomorrow."

Irene walked forward and hugged Harley tightly: "I can't help you, I can only wish you good luck."

Harley patted her on the back: "Remember what I said, stay away from Los Angeles and don't come back."

Irene nodded, unhooked her hand, put her bag on her back, left the apartment alone, and took the elevator downstairs.

After coming downstairs, Irene got in her car and left the neighborhood.

She found a suitable place to park, took out her cell phone and called Betty: "Harley will start it today or tomorrow."

Betty said, "Go back to the company base, hide, and don't come out again for a while."

Erin hung up the phone and drove to Santa Monica.

At the same time, Harley drove her SUV straight to Century City, entered the underground parking lot of the Fox Building, took out her briefcase, and went upstairs to her own independent office.

She thought about it for a moment and realized that this news event was unusual and if the news leaked, unexpected situations might occur.

For the sake of the news and her personal safety, Harley called the chairman's assistant directly.

In order to attract attention, she claimed to have obtained confidential information that could directly affect the California election.

The assistant asked her to wait for a moment, and within two minutes, she called back.

Harley picked up her bag and hurried to the top floor.

When I arrived at the chairman's office, I happened to meet Gretchen coming out.

Gretchen pretended not to see Harley and left quickly.

Harley didn't think much about it and went into the office. Roger Ailes was sitting on the sofa like a mountain of meat.

"What news did you get?" he asked.

Harry handed the paper materials to Roger first: "There is also a part with photos and videos."

Roger pointed to the projector and computer on the side and said, "Play it."

After looking at the materials, photos and videos, he asked in an unusually serious tone, "Are these sources reliable?"

Harley said directly: "Most of it came from Guerrero's girlfriend who committed suicide after the Venice Beach Club fire. Some of it came from my investigation. In order to bribe the informant, I spent all of this year's budget."

Roger said: "Well done." (End of this chapter)