The Wolf of Los Angeles.

In the desert valley of Nevaje, Mexico, there are many off-road vehicles parked.

Campos immediately ordered his men to climb to a nearby high point and set up guard posts.

Hawke stood beside an off-road vehicle and ordered Raul and Guti: "Drag the man into the weathered stone forest and tie him up."

Buddy Ackerman, who had been silent and pretending to be dead in the car, quickly said, "My friend, no matter what conflicts we had before, please talk calmly now. I can offer you conditions that will definitely satisfy you."

Hawke waved at the two men.

Raul and Guti dragged their people into the weathered stone forest.

Hawke drew his dagger and wiped it on his sleeve.

Erica grabbed his arm: "I'll go with you."

Hawke nodded silently and walked towards the pile of rocks.

There are weathered rocks everywhere, gravel and sand scattered on the ground, and occasionally there are tenacious cacti growing out of them, their slender spikes seem to reflect the sun.

Raul and Guti tied Buddy's hands to a rock. When they saw Hawk waving his hand, they picked up their guns and left.

Erica automatically stopped, climbed up a tall rock nearby, and said to Hawke, "You go over, I'll stay here."

The two sides were far enough apart that I could see people but couldn't hear their conversations clearly.

Hawke didn't waste any words. He walked quickly forward to two meters away from Buddy, sat on a rock, and looked him up and down.

Buddy looked to be in his sixties, with sparse gray hair that revealed a bald chin. His facial features, especially his big nose, were typical Jewish traits.

Hawke is an expert at making stir-fried squid, having fried several of them before.

They also caught two small squids, Melissa and Sean, and played a captivity game with them.

Squids are disgusting, but for Hawke, the old squid in front of him is the most disgusting.

Buddy has the common way of thinking of squids: "My friend, I don't know what conflicts I have had with you, but any conflicts and problems can be solved with money."

Hawke knew very well that the assets of the rich, especially the movable cash, would not be placed in one basin.

Because that's what he did when he became rich.

"I've read the news in California. The Ackerman family is finished." Hawke sneered and said, "Your company and real estate have all been seized by the FBI."

Buddy asked, "You from California?"

Hawke didn't answer. He pulled out his dagger and scraped the stone, peeling off half of the skin of a cactus. He broke the cactus with his gloved hand and walked towards Buddy with it.

He picked off the hard thorn from the cactus, aimed it at Buddy's big nose, and pressed the thorn into his nose.

Buddy screamed in pain, blood oozing from his big squid nose.

Hawke said: "The rules of the game are, I ask questions, you have to answer, and if you ask questions, you will be punished."

The blood from Buddy's nose dripped down.

"To prevent you from forgetting, let me make a deeper impression on you." Hawke grabbed the cactus and slapped it directly on Buddy's old face as if it were a slap.

Many old thorns of the cactus were left on Buddy's face.

Buddy has never suffered such pain in these years. His face is deformed due to the pain.

Hawke threw away the cactus, sat back on the rock, and said, "Since you're talking about money, it means you still have money. Hand over the money and I'll let you die happily."

Buddy could only think of one possibility. These people were chasing him. What else could it be other than a fight between the two parties?
He ignored the burning pain on his face and said, "You do dirty work for politicians, will they let you go? You will be silenced soon!"

Hawke cut off another piece of cactus and shoved it into his other cheek: "Tell me the truth and you'll die more easily."

Blood flowed to Buddy's mouth, and he shouted, "Kill me!"

Hawke drew out his dagger: "I've seen the videos shot by your club. Many teenagers were skinned alive by you..."

He cut off a section of rope, pulled out Buddy's left hand, and straightened it: "I want to learn this craft too."

Buddy wanted to struggle, but with his little strength, in Hawk's hands, he was no different from a child.

Hawke had skinned and deboned squids in the sea, but this was his first time doing it on land.

From the huge rock in the distance, Erica faintly heard a shrill scream and turned her head to take a look.

She had excellent eyesight and noticed that one of Buddy Ackerman's hands had turned blood red.

"Stop! Stop!" Buddy couldn't bear it anymore.

Hawke paused and asked, "Say it again."

"I'm telling you, give me a quick death!" Buddy had no doubt that the bastard on the other side would do something worse than an animal.

He told Hawke an anonymous UBS account, as well as the corresponding password and payment code.

Hawke took note of it, picked up the dagger and continued to attack.

Buddy yelled, "We agreed!"

Hawke said coldly: "There is more."

Buddy said nothing.

In order to prevent the pain from causing coma and excessive secretion of adrenaline, Hawke took out an injection from the bag he brought and injected it into Buddy: "It will keep you awake, amplify your nerves, and prevent you from falling into a coma..."

Buddy felt very familiar with the description. Hawke deliberately said, "I forgot to tell you that the injection came from your Avalon Club."

Hearing this, Buddy spat out a mouthful of blood and said, "I am a noble Jew, God's chosen people. You can't treat me the way you treat inferior people!"

Hawke couldn't help laughing, pointing at the Mexicans in the distance, and said, "Your club and medical center have killed the most Mexicans. They are all very interested in you. If I call them over, your ass will be screwed."

He took out the walkie-talkie and was about to press the button.

"No! I'll tell you!" Buddy mentioned the second UBS anonymous account number, password and payment code, and emphasized: "This is the last one."

Hawke took out his satellite phone and verified it, and there was no problem.

Hundreds of millions of dollars are stored in these two accounts.

Buddy did all the dirty work like bleeding and cutting kidneys, and he obviously didn't want to die. Seeing that the other party was so greedy for money, he said, "Leave me alive. The knowledge in my head and the business secrets I hold are more valuable!"

He emphasized: "I can help you make hundreds of millions more in the stock market and turn you from someone else's chess piece into a flag bearer sitting at the side of the chessboard!"

Hawke put away the satellite phone.

Buddy added: "We have no personal grudges. You have already received so much money, why bother..."

Hawke sighed softly, "You are wrong. I serve no one. This is all a personal vendetta."

"We only target the poor and the downtrodden!" Buddy couldn't understand how those inferior people could mobilize such a large number of armed personnel.

Hawke laughed. "Nothing. You once wanted to turn me into a blood bag, but I was lucky enough to escape. I have to settle this account. I am a person who holds grudges. I must take revenge, otherwise I will be depressed for the rest of my life."

Buddy wanted to reminisce, but as one of God's so-called chosen people, there was no room for little people in the mind of him.

Suddenly, Buddy felt a sharp pain in his wrist. The bastard opposite him actually cut his wrist.

Hawke then slit his other wrist.

Drain all the blood that was obtained from others.

To prevent this noble chosen one of God from dying without resentment and too easily, Hawke said, "I killed you, and this hatred is over. But to prevent your descendants from seeking revenge on me, which would be too troublesome, I captured Melissa and Sean and imprisoned them."

He added: "Your sisters, nephews and nieces, the FBI will not let them live. They took your money, enjoyed the life of multimillionaires, and accompanied you to see God."

Buddy raised his head and stared at Hawke: "How dare you!"

Hawke said: "Don't worry, I won't kill Sean and Melissa. I will take good care of them and make sure they live healthy lives."

Buddy thought about what he had just said and understood the bastard's intention: "You want them to act as blood bags and as your organ bank!"

Endless grief welled up in his heart, and he murmured, "How could this happen, how could this happen..."

Hawke sat on the rock and watched the blood pour out of Buddy's hands.

I don’t know how many people this blood came from.

Buddy suddenly raised his voice: "Let Melissa and Sean go! Please, let Melissa and Sean go!"

Hawke remained indifferent. Since he had decided to take revenge, he had to wipe out the root of the problem.

The blood kept falling, and Buddy felt his vitality slipping away. His mind gradually became confused until he fell into complete darkness.

Seeing that the blood had almost stopped dripping, Hawke pulled out the pistol from his waist, pointed it at Buddy's head, and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

Bang bang bang!
All three bullets hit Old Squid's head, leaving a bloody hole in his big nose.

Hawke said into the radio, "I fired the shot."

Erica stood up and stared at Hawke.

Hawke was sure Buddy was dead and turned back the way he came.

Inexplicably, he felt a sense of relief, and a feeling of pleasure emanated from his whole body. It was even more pleasurable than what a man and a woman had done.

Erica also noticed that Hawke was very happy, so she jumped down from the rock and said, "Is this matter over?"

Hawke took her hand and moved his other arm, like a tired person who had just had a long and comfortable sleep, and said cheerfully: "It's over, let's go back."

The two walked back together and saw Campos, and Hawke pointed out where Buddy Ackerman's body was.

Campos asked Carlos and Garcia to bring a bucket of gasoline over, and set fire to the body.

There were a few cars approaching in the distance, and Bosque called Campos in advance.

He came over here and said, "Guatemala classified that as a gang conflict and let the local gangs deal with the aftermath."

Hawke paid the balance to Hurricane Mercenaries through the account left by Buddy Ackerman.

Bosque's beard trembled with laughter, and he took the initiative to say: "Boss, if you have any tasks in the future, just come to us. Our service quality will definitely satisfy you."

Hawke said, "If you want to expand, I can invest in Hurricane Company and you will get better protection."

Bosque put away his smile and said, "Let me think about it."

Hawke pointed at Campos and said, "Think about it and contact him directly."

The two sides separated and evacuated.

Campos and his men stayed behind to clean up the mess and deal with it first.

Hawke and Erica returned to Los Angeles quietly with their bodyguards. (End of this chapter)