The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Early in the morning, Hawke opened his eyes and found a gloomy and terrifying scene.

There were hooks and locks hanging upside down from the ceiling, the copper pillars were red from being burned by the fire, the cross was stained with blood, and the torture rack was equipped with whips and branding irons.

Looking at the room again, it turned out to be an iron cage.

He raised his arms and saw that he was wearing an orange-red prisoner uniform.

At this moment, Hawke suddenly remembered the imprisoned blood bag.

For a moment, I felt a little dazed and unreal.

It was as if everything that happened was an illusion, and he himself had been captured and imprisoned in the Ackerman family's dungeon, becoming a blood bag and organ bank.

Someone next to him turned over and hugged him. Hawke reached out his hand out of habit and held the soft ball. The real touch brought him back to reality.

Hawke couldn't help but squeeze it hard a few times and pulled it twice.

"Bastard, are you going to crush her to pieces?" Erica opened her eyes at this time.

Hawke laughed. "This game is fun, and this room is great, honey. You're a genius."

After waking up, he returned to reality. The hook was made of resin, the copper pillar was made of fiberglass with lights added at the back, and the so-called torture instruments were all toys.

Erica, who was wearing a policewoman uniform, took her watch and looked at it, then jumped up from the iron bed: "It's getting late, and I have a training class this morning, so I can't be late."

Erica took off her costume and put on her own clothes. As she put them on, she said, "Why didn't I realize before that you are very familiar with this special identity of a prisoner? Have you been in prison before?"

"No." Hawke had been there in his previous life. Before he traveled through time, he was in a cell for serious criminals and had 200 years left in his sentence.

He took off his orange-red prison uniform, revealing his sturdy upper body, and said, "I said yesterday that I would give you a reward. Seeing how excited you were, I deliberately cooperated with you."

Erica finished changing her clothes and said, "Thank you. We can try changing roles next time."

Hawke smiled lasciviously: "Let's change rooms."

The two went upstairs and quickly washed up.

Erica had too much fun last night and slept too late, so she woke up late. She ate a few bites of breakfast, hurried out of the villa, and drove away from the manor.

Hawke packed his cell phone, took his pistol, picked up his briefcase and went out.

Raul had already driven his Mercedes S and parked it in front of the villa.

Hawke got in the car and said, "Let's go to the company."

Including the bodyguards, three cars drove out of the manor one after another, merged into the main road, and headed west.

When Hawke arrived at the company, it was already time for work.

But to the chairman, none of this matters.

When we got to the 16th floor, Lukat, assistant to the chairman, came over and said, "Jeter Brown, headhunter from Korn Ferry, is here."

Hawke went straight into the reception room.

Jeter Brown, who was a head shorter than him, came over to shake his hand and said, "I have been working on your commission for a while, and I finally lived up to your expectations and found several suitable candidates."

Hawke nodded slightly and pointed to the sofa area: "Sit down and talk."

Sitting on a single sofa, Jeter said with a smile: "There are many suitable people, but many people don't want to change jobs. I went to many major cities in the United States and finally found a job."

He handed the information in his hand to Hawke: "This is the information of the three candidates."

Hawke took it and looked at it carefully. The first candidate was from Boston, a middle-aged man named Green, who currently worked as a deputy director in a securities investment company.

The next one is from Los Angeles. She is an Asian named Susan Lee. She is from South Korea and a second-generation immigrant.

There is also a middle-aged man, an Irish descendant named Keane, from the Chicago Nord Investment Foundation, who is currently the vice president.

Hawke first ruled out women. There would be many things to discuss privately with the investment manager in the future, and it would be risky to be alone with a woman.

He is promoting the iteration and update of women's rights and is ready to punch his opponents in the future. He can't let others punch him.

The other two men are not easy to choose based on their profiles.

Each of them has an impressive resume. They all started from the bottom of the company and worked their way up to their current positions.

Hawke picked out the woman's information, threw it aside, and said, "Green and Keane, choose from them. Contact two of them and have them come to Los Angeles to interview me within a week."

Although he thought the woman was quite capable, Jeter Brown was very professional and put the needs of the customers first. He never asked why and just said, "I'll contact Green and Keane."

“I’m only waiting a week,” Hawke stressed.

Jet stood up and prepared to leave: "I understand."

Hawke returned to the office and was busy working for a while when Edward came in from outside.

Following behind was Frank, who was full of energy and vigor.

This guy was wearing a floral shirt, beige leggings, white leather shoes, and a black beret on his head. He looked a lot younger and could be called a cool old guy.

Frank stood across from Hawke and said cheerfully, "How do you think I look like this?"

Hawke gave a thumbs up: "Thirty years younger."

"You're wearing this and you can't get any money even if you hold a broken bowl!" Edward said angrily, "This outfit cost me $3520!"

Frank turned and stared at him, frowning and saying, "You are a multimillionaire, and you still care about this little money?"

Edward said self-deprecatingly: "I'm just a cotton grower." Frank waved his hand and said: "You've been upgraded. I decided that you will be a coal miner in the future."

This made Hawke laugh and he remembered something interesting.

In the place where I grew up in my previous life, given the rampant XXN and the constant smuggling of black people into the country, with the XXN also paying for it, someone came up with an idea to send the black people to Myanmar and then attract the XXN over to purify the social environment, killing two birds with one stone.

Hawke is not sure whether anyone is doing this business, but as China and the United States are feeling each other's way, one business is developing in full swing.

The name of the business was called Negroes and Coal Mines.

Some people take advantage of the fact that the illegal black people are easily lured and find some women as bait to lure the black people into the trap. They then sell them to small coal mines in remote areas to work as free coal diggers. They don't have to be paid and they can just bury them when they die of exhaustion.

These black people came here illegally, they don't exist...

Hawke thought that he could open mines in Africa in the future.

Then get another mercenary army.

Whether Africa is in chaos or not...it is still up to the five great good men to decide.

Hawke asked Frank, "You are dressed so fancy, are you going to get engaged?"

Frank said: "I have joined the Baywatch team and am now a volunteer. Of course I have to pay attention to my image."

Edward exposed his true colors: "He wanted to get all six beautiful girls in the ambulance at the same time."

Hawke reminded: "They are feminists, be careful or they will sue you for being strong and drain you completely."

"I have nothing, what am I afraid of?" Frank said nonchalantly, "The only valuable thing around me is the RV, which is the property of the West Coast Studio."

Edward exclaimed: "With no money, no shame, and old age, you are really invincible in the world."

Frank stood proudly, pressing the king: "It's a pity that I'm not even a fraction of what I was in Hollywood back then."

Hawke couldn't help but be curious and asked, "Who is your ex-wife? Why don't you dare mention it? It won't happen to us."

Edward smiled with two rows of white teeth: "At most, I will get to know your ex-wife who has children. Don't forget, I am a multi-millionaire now, maybe..."

"Shut up." King Frank seemed to be broken, and said, "I'm not saying anything for your own good!"

He pointed at Edward's nose and said, "Don't let your imagination run wild. Some things can be talked about, but don't do them. It can cost lives."

They were used to joking with each other. Edward chuckled, "I know, I know."

Hawke reminded Frank: "Take care of your body. Don't have a sudden health problem like you did a few days ago. You are not a young man anymore."

Frank would die if he didn't act cool, and unconsciously forced the king to possess him again: "Don't worry, don't worry, I won't do a one-on-six thing, at most 1-on-2. After all, I'm old, and I can't do one-on-a-group like when I was young."

Hawke didn't bother to deal with him anymore.

Frank was ready to head back to Venice Beach.

Hawke wanted to go to the original Twitter building, so he simply asked Edward to drive and take Frank with him.

The original four-story building has been renamed West Coast Building.

The West Coast Media and Entertainment Studio, which has become a complete shell, the Osmond Charitable Foundation used for tax avoidance, and the West Coast Investment Foundation established last year all have their offices located here.

Among them, the charitable foundation has already started operation.

The main business at present is the four shelters under the charitable foundation, which are the four obtained from the Ackerman Foundation, specializing in rescuing the homeless.

The African tree planting plan mentioned earlier by the foundation's chairman, Pierce Madden, has now evolved into a written plan.

Maybe a mining project could be added in the future.

Once Hawke's income increases dramatically again, it can be executed.

Then I will need to go to Africa for a trip.

Hawke had hunted many wild animals and felt that African lions, hyenas and the like would certainly welcome his and Erica's hunting rifles.

There was something dangerous about what was being done, and Hawke was well aware that the Africa plan could be a fallback.

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North of New York, Chappaqua Manor.

This is the residence of the Zipperton couple in New York State, covering an area of ​​more than 11 acres.

In the later period of Louisville's administration, Hillary Clinton was actively preparing to enter politics. She bought a mansion in New York State and was elected as a New York State Senator in 2000, a position she has held until now.

La Zipperton took the plane of wealthy businessman Epstein from Miami back to New York, and urged the driver to rush to Chappaqua Manor.

When Chelsea saw her old father, she rushed over and hugged him.

But this girl's appearance doesn't look like Zipperton at all.

Silarie stared at her husband unkindly and said, "You're late."

Zipperton quickly explained: "I helped Jeffrey deal with some troubles. As you know, he is being investigated by the FBI recently."

"Don't get too involved," Xilali warned. "If things are irreparable, just kill him."

"Hey, Mommy!" Chelsea complained: "I'm still here!"

Xilali said: "Dear, as a woman, if you want to maintain the power in your hands, you must not hesitate when it is time to take action." (End of this chapter)