The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Beverly Hills, Sunset Boulevard North.

Hawke pressed the electronic key and the gate of the manor opened. Security personnel were already on duty in the security room at the entrance.

Erica drove into the manor, along the spacious main road in the lobby, came to the villa, and parked on the fountain square.

The two got out of the car and entered the villa. The decoration had been basically changed to be more in line with modern aesthetics.

After checking upstairs and basement, he went to the auxiliary building. The two bulletproof cars ordered by Hawke were already parked in the garage here.

A Mercedes-Benz S-Class and a Cadillac Escalade.

All can provide VR10 level protection.

The garden at the back was planted with irises and hydrangeas, and, at Hawke's request, some peonies and peonies.

The helicopter pad has not changed. Hawke has no plans to buy a helicopter for the time being. It seems that many wealthy people and celebrities have died in helicopter crashes.

The biggest change here is that the golf course was converted into a shooting range and training ground, and a gun room was built next to it.

Erica came to the door of the gun room and swiped her fingerprint to open the security door.

Hawke walked in and looked around, seeing all kinds of guns.

The area of ​​the gun room is comparable to the largest gun store in Los Angeles.

Erica said, "I moved some of the guns from Santa Monica Villa and Silver Lake Villa here. More than half of our inventory from the past two years is now here."

"It's not full yet." Hawke picked up a HK416 that was just launched this year, fiddled with it for a while, and put it down again: "When I have enough time, we'll go on a big gun purchase."

He looked at the gun cabinet and the racks on the wall and said, "Most of the guns here are NATO standard firearms. There is more than just NATO in this world."

Erica thought of the recent spy case: "Russia's AK series is also good."

Hawke took the most common AR15, loaded two magazines, and said, "Let's go out and shoot a few shots."

Erica took the HK416 and followed Hawke.

The manor occupied the entire hilltop and there were no neighbors nearby, so the two men could shoot as much as they wanted.

After firing two magazines, Hawke exclaimed: "This is a great place."

Erica agreed: "The place is big enough and no one comes to disturb us yet."

Hawke went back to fire his gun and found a missed call on his phone.

Tom Cruise called.

Hawke called back and asked, "Tommy, what do you want from me?"

Tom Cruise said, "This weekend, there will be an Oscars ceremony. Are you interested in attending? I can get a VIP invitation with a great seat."

"I'm busy here, so I won't go over." Hawke did what he should do: "I wish you the prize in advance."

Tom Cruise added: "Eric Eason's script is almost finished, let's discuss it together when we have time."

Hawke responded: "Wait until after the Oscars. If you have time, you can always come to Twitter."

Tom Cruise responded: "I'll call you then."

Hawke hung up the phone, and Erica, who was next to him, had already put away her gun.

She said, "I heard from Brian before that Tom Cruise won the Best Actor Award from the Screen Actors Guild and is very likely to win the Best Actor Award at this year's Oscars."

Hawke put the gun in the gun cabinet and said, "He has high hopes."

The BlackRock spy case made headlines, overshadowing the public opinion conflict between homosexuals and feminists, but a series of previous events had already eliminated two competitors.

The Alice incident set a good example for others. So many people came forward to accuse Jamie Foxx that the black movie star spent a huge amount of money to reach a settlement with the so-called victims.

A new public opinion has spontaneously emerged on the Internet, especially on Twitter, that Jamie Foxx, a black man, discriminates against black people because none of the women who have come out to accuse him, nor his formal girlfriend, are black.

Fortunately, Jamie Foxx has a natural skin color resistance.

Hawke and Erica didn't stay here for long and soon left by car.

This place needs to be ventilated for a while before Hawke will move in.

Moreover, before moving in, a professional team from the security company must conduct a thorough inspection.

It was no secret that Hawke had taken over this manor. Those bastards dared to install eavesdropping devices in the Coast Building, and they also dared to tamper with the manor during its renovation.

A red Mercedes-Benz G drove out of the North Side of Sunset Boulevard.

There were two bodyguard vehicles following behind.

There are many cars parked in the roadside parking spaces on the west side of the community.

In one of the Audi cars, Alexander had been waiting for a long time, watching the three cars go away.

Anthony, who was driving, asked, "Shouldn't we follow?"

Alexander raised his hand to interrupt him: "Don't make any unnecessary movements. If I could follow you, I wouldn't use stupid methods to guard here."

Another car drove out from the west exit of Sunset Boulevard North.

Anthony asked, "Is this too?"

"It's very likely." Alexander said, "With the limited strength we have in Los Angeles, if we really launch a military action, we will only become the hunted party."

He understood his superiors’ thoughts: “This is not what they want.”

The top leaders were also divided on the line and policy, and the new tsar and his close comrades also had different attitudes towards the West. The former approached the West to a limited extent, while the latter believed that the country should turn to the West in an all-round way.

This time, it is the latter that is handling the relevant matters.

He doesn't need to give clear orders, as long as he shows a certain attitude, the people below will naturally do it.

Alexander returned to the country secretly. Since its collapse, the intelligence department has been jumping back and forth between professionalism and political showmanship.

The agents below are very professional, but it is the politicians who are in charge of the various intelligence departments.

In order to let the West see their friendly attitude, those pro-Western factions sometimes take incomprehensible actions and focus on an abstract idea.

Most typically, the leader tried hard to express his sincere desire to integrate into the West, but he just laughed along when Zipperton was ridiculed in the face by the global media.

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Santa Monica, iFlytek Network Information Company.

This is a company that undertakes telecommunications outsourcing services, and its business scope is mainly in the two coastal towns of Santa Monica and Venice.

Russell was in charge of one of the on-site construction teams.

My current workplace is in the Coast Building, and my main job is to connect external cables to Twitter's switches.

Twitter is constantly replacing servers and the connected optical cables are also being updated accordingly.

Russell gathered the team members and prepared to go to the Coast Building.

The company's business president was a little worried, so he came over to remind her, "Once you're at the scene, follow Twitter's instructions throughout the process. Don't act on your own, and don't go to places you shouldn't go. Do you understand?"

Russell said, "Don't worry, boss. We are sensible in what we do."

The business president patted him on the shoulder and said, "This business is very well paid. Long-term cooperation with Twitter will ensure that the company will have long-term and generous profits. I will take everyone to work hard."

"Listen up everyone, if anyone messes up, I'm going to kick his ass!" Russell warned.

More than a dozen of his men responded loudly, followed him downstairs, got in two cars, and headed to Twitter.

After arriving at the Coast Building and showing everyone's work ID to the security personnel, the group entered the building and soon arrived at the switch room on the first floor.

The technical department responsible for the server room is the one that Twitter is connected to. The person in charge is called Lola. Russell has been in charge of the line access here for a long time and is already very familiar with her.

Laura came over, provided the installation requirements, and told Russell: "Today we are connecting the lines of the G17 switch, and it must be completed within three days."

Russell took it, looked at it, and said, "No problem."

Laura said, "Let's get to work. I've asked someone to prepare some drinks. You can go to the lounge opposite to get them."

"Thank you." Russell urged his men to work.

These dozen people are like the social composition of Los Angeles, with immigrants of all colors, including Mexicans, blacks, Western European whites, Eastern European whites, Asians, and even an Arab.

Lola herself is a mixed-race woman who grew up in Los Angeles and is used to these things.

She came from the first company acquired by Twitter, was familiar with the technology in this area, and was on site with two assistants, keeping an eye on the situation.

Russell was also supervising his subordinates at work and chatting with Lola from time to time.

He didn't ask Lola about her work, but just chatted about interesting things in life as before.

Since Twitter installed its computer room, Russell has entered the Coast Building many times, and the person he interacted with was mostly Lola.

The two are not ordinary familiar with each other.

When Laura went out to answer the phone, the black subordinate came over and whispered to Russell, "Boss, are you pursuing Laura?"

He acted like an experienced person: "If you want to pursue her, just ask her out boldly, tonight."

Russell stroked his beard and smiled: "Hurry up and get to work."

The black man chuckled and went back to work.

Russell glanced at the door. If everything was normal, abandoning his identity and country, perhaps pursuing Lola and then getting married and starting a family would be a good outcome.

He could feel that Laura had some affection for him.

Thinking of this, Russell hated those bastards in Moscow again.

America is obviously a group of vicious wolves, yet you still have to kneel down in front of America and beg for food. Where are your bones?
Russell sighed secretly, during the disintegration, the bones of the upper class were probably broken, and they knelt down to lick the sight of America, even though they had just taken a big shit when the Los Angeles fire broke out.

"What are you thinking about?" Lola came back.

Russell came back to his senses and said with a smile, "I thought I'd treat you to dinner after get off work."

Laura turned her head and stared at him.

Russell had no choice but to follow his superiors' instructions. He remembered that Lola was in a high position among Twitter's middle-level managers, so he said, "There's a new Italian restaurant on 17th Street. The seafood there is very special. Do you have time tonight? I'll treat you to Italian food."

Laura thought for a moment and said, “I can’t be sure of my off-get off work time now, I’ll reply to you at four o’clock in the afternoon.”

To Russell, it was obvious that the other party wanted to go.

Now that the decision has been made, it must be executed. Russell smiled and said, "I will wait."

Russell treated his subordinates well. Perhaps the people below heard what he said and saw his attitude, so the work went particularly smoothly today.

By four o'clock in the afternoon, the day's work is completed.

Lola led someone to check and confirmed that there was no problem, so she accepted Russell's invitation. (End of this chapter)