The Wolf of Los Angeles.

After dinner, Laura came out of the restaurant, got into her car, waved, and drove away first.

Russell stood by the road, watching the champagne-colored BMW go away, then got into his Ford.
At this moment, he felt like a crow.

After fastening his seat belt, Russell took out his cell phone, looked through the contact information, and made a call. He waited for the prompt tone indicating that the call could not be connected, and shook his head.

I have lived a stable life in Los Angeles for so long that I almost forgot about it. The contact number becomes invalid after being used once.

He slapped the steering wheel, feeling that this mission was more and more outrageous. For political purposes, the pro-American faction above actually wanted to prove their "innocence" to the West, without any regard for the hardships that the people below had endured for many years.

Russell sighed, started the car and went home.

In Hollywood movies, spy agents are all 007, Bourne or Ethan. They seem to be great, important and omnipotent.

In reality, they are just tools in the hands of Moscow politicians and often end up in trouble for inexplicable reasons.

Russell still remembers the two female colleagues who were exposed in the newspapers. They were ordered to monitor a reporter who was doing anti-Russian propaganda 24 hours a day and to post small advertisements promoting Russia on the monument. They were arrested because the equipment provided by them would send GPS signals for positioning at the same time as sending information.

Letting a spy who has been lurking for years post advertisements on a monument is more than absurd.

Thinking about his mission, Russell seemed to see a not-so-good future.

But once the order comes down, we still have to do it even though we know it is impossible.

Russell returned home, took a shower, opened Twitter on his Nokia phone, and started a lively chat with Lola through the private chat function.

…………

Century City, Fox Television Center.

The door of the director's office of Channel 11 was closed tightly. No sound could be heard from outside, but there was gunfire raging inside.

Megan Taylor is following the traditional style of Roger Ailes, chairman of Fox Television Network, and is seeking help from Hawke Osment, chairman of Twitter, who is using unspoken rules.

The desk inevitably turned into a battlefield.

It wasn't long before Megan pulled Hawke into the ensuite bathroom again.

It was raining heavily on the battlefield.

When the two came out, Megan took a hair dryer and asked Hawke to dry his hair. Then she stood in front of the dressing mirror and blew her own curly long hair.

She turned her head, looked at Hawke, and raised her voice and said, "You and James Murdoch have reached a tacit understanding, right? News Corporation's print media are all reporting on Russian spies."

"This is only part of the reason." Hawke put on his clothes and said, "The most important point is that criticizing Russia is very popular among the North American people and is a mainstream voice."

Megan has been working in the media industry for many years and has a deep understanding of this: "According to the operating rules of the United States, it always needs a strong external enemy to maintain a relatively healthy operation. The former Soviet Union has disintegrated, and Russia, which has inherited most of the former Soviet Union's legacy, is the best target."

Hawke agreed: "I have visited many congressmen and senators in Washington, and their attitudes are all anti-Russian without exception. The difference lies in whether they are mild or fierce."

Megan finished blowing her hair, walked over quickly, stretched out a finger, deliberately raised Hawke's chin, put on the posture of a female domineering president, and said: "Now you have paid the price, so Chairman Osmond, what do you want?"

Hawke pulled her over and sat her next to him. He said, "I just met with Jennifer Huey from the FBI before I came here. Now that the evidence is solid and the case has been determined, and public opinion is adding fuel to the fire, how about you do a special program on the case?"

Megan asked: "Do you still want to continue to spread rumors and guide public opinion?"

Hawke elaborated: "As long as the case maintains a certain scope of influence, the difficulty and cost of BlackRock's investment or financing will increase significantly, which will consume their resources."

He laughed. "Jennifer has received approval from her superiors to reveal some information appropriately. She will give you exclusive inside information and help increase the ratings."

Megan thought for a moment and said, "Let's go on Ace News."

Hawke added: "I'll let you in on a piece of news. Next Monday, both BlackRock executives will come to Los Angeles to the FBI branch for routine questioning. The Los Angeles U.S. Attorney's Office will be involved throughout the process."

Megan took note.

Hawke checked the time and said, "I should go now. Contact me if you need anything."

Megan sent him out and reminded him, "James Murdoch and Roger Ailes have many conflicts. If you get too close to him, Roger Ailes may pay attention."

"I'll pay attention." Hawke slowed down his pace and said, "Roger Ailes is firmly in this position, known as the emperor of Fox TV. He has the full support of Rupert Murdoch because he can create huge profits for News Corporation. James is Rupert's favorite son, and there is a conflict between the two. With James' current ability, he can't be Roger's opponent, but Roger has never gained a real advantage in the internal struggle with James."

Megan is such a smart woman that she understood immediately: "One is the favorite son, and the other is a subordinate who can make money. When the latter cannot make money... or turns into trouble for the group, the winner will naturally be decided."

Hawke left the Fox Television Center and returned to the Coast Building.

Entering the main entrance, he found Lola talking to a bearded man wearing a helmet.

Lola saw Hawke and came over to say hello.

He was the first company and website acquired by Hawke when he founded Twitter and was the leader at the time.

One is Kasim, the current head of the design department of the technical department, and the other is Lola.

Hawke looked at the worker who was busy threading cables to the line management on the side and asked, "Pulling fiber optic cables for the new server group?"

Laura simply replied: "Yes, in order to ensure smooth operation and safety, each group of servers will be connected using a separate line."

"You guys continue." Hawke went upstairs. Laura went back to continue supervising the work.

Russell adjusted his helmet and asked curiously, "Is this the chairman of Twitter?"

Laura nodded: "It's him, a legendary figure."

"We rarely see his images or reports." Russell took this opportunity to ask a few more questions: "Doesn't he often accept media interviews?"

Laura casually replied: “Hawke is a man who does a lot of things but rarely appears in the media.”

Russell didn't ask any more questions and said, "The Oscars ceremony is coming up soon. Why don't we go to a bar and watch the ceremony together?"

"Okay." When Twitter was in its early stages of operation, it had been trying to find ways to attract Hollywood stars. Laura was also somewhat interested in the entertainment industry, so she responded, "You can find a place to book a seat."

Russell said, "I'll call you when it's ready."

Lola stopped talking about these things and quickly got back to work.

…………

Beverly Hills, Sunset Boulevard North.

On a hill not too far from Marlon Brando's former residence, there is a mansion that is not much smaller than Hawke's new home.

This was the home of Janet Mansfield, an actress from the Golden Age of Hollywood.

When Jane was at the peak of her popularity, she also took the sexy route. Monroe, who was known as a smaller version of her, had appeared on the cover of Playboy several times. After a car accident in the late 60s, she completely withdrew from the entertainment industry and has lived in seclusion ever since.

At this moment, Jenny, wearing a bright red beef coat and carrying a goat's skull, walked down the long stairs into the basement.

In the huge basement, there stood many men and women wearing black goat masks and naked in black cloaks.

Between the waist and abdomen of these people, there is an inverted five-pointed star with a goat head carved inside.

In the middle of the crowd, there was a blazing fire, with a branding iron placed in the middle of the fire.

A man wearing a black goat mask came over to ask, "Your Majesty?"

Jenny nodded slightly: "Let the ceremony begin."

The man picked up the red-hot iron and walked into the darkness of the basement.

Someone cooperated and turned on the fluorescent light, and the room became brighter.

A girl was tied to the innermost pillar.

Jenny muttered something, and the others followed suit.

They spoke ancient Latin, which is difficult for most people today to understand.

The Black Goat Mask stepped closer and put down the branding iron in his hand.

Accompanied by a sizzling sound and a burning smell, the girl with her mouth sealed still screamed.

Her body was shaking with pain.

Everyone, including Jenny, was staring at the girl.

After a few minutes, the girl did not faint due to the severe pain.

Jenny stopped reading and nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, she did not fall into a coma under the pressure of Satan."

Another black goat mask stepped forward: "The leader has urged us many times."

Jenny took a piece of fresh meat from the meat coat and said, "Let her eat it. If she can survive Satan's blessing, she will be transferred to New York State tomorrow."

The Black Goat Mask handed the piece of meat to his subordinates, followed Jenny back, left the basement, closed the door, and said, "The female senator from New York State has been waiting for a new soul cooking for a long time. The leader's opinion..."

Jenny raised her hand to interrupt him: "I will communicate with the leader. If the sacrifice goes well this time, it will be sent directly to New York State by a special plane tomorrow. Her soul will be blessed by Satan, and she will be able to enjoy soul cooking to her heart's content."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The Black Goat Mask replied.

Jenny continued, "Your progress is too slow. The number of girls and boys who have joined the church in the past six months is too small."

The Black Goat Mask defended himself, "The Ackerman Charity Foundation case has broken out. All of Los Angeles is paying attention to the missing persons. We can only be careful to avoid any incidents that endanger the church."

Jenny nodded casually and went into the inner room. She was old, and wearing the heavy flesh-colored clothes for a long time was very tiring.

The maid next to her quickly brought a nightgown and put it on Jenny.

Jenny walked all the way inside to the residential area, ready to take a shower.

Before taking a shower, she turned to look at the wall, on which hung an old-fashioned wedding photo.

Looking at the man in the wedding photo, Jenny whispered, "Frank..." (End of this chapter)