The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Los Angeles, covering an area of ​​three thousand miles, was once a prosperous place in California. But suddenly a raging fire broke out, and the place was filled with smoke and no one was around.

Standing in the residential area on the north side of the Hollywood Hills, Mills noticed that there were construction companies working in the distance and many houses were being rebuilt.

He looked down at the ground beneath his feet, which was still covered with black ashes.

This is where my house was before it caught fire.

Mills came to the location of the living room in his memory, knelt on one knee on the ground, stroked the black and gray soil, and tears suddenly rolled down, drop by drop, seeping into the dry land.

The house is gone, but the land remains.

No, the land is gone too because it was taken away by the bank.

Evil capitalist.

Mills took out a photo from his bag. It showed a middle-aged couple, who were his parents.

"This is our home." Mills took out a small shovel from his bag and dug hard on the ground. He dug a hole more than a foot deep and put the photos of his parents in it.

He buried the body, compacted the dark grey soil with his hands, and murmured, "May you rest in peace in heaven."

A gust of wind blew over, and dust was everywhere.

Mills loaded his shovel, put on his bag, got in the car, and drove south.

On the way, someone called him, he answered the phone and said a few words, then came to Melrose Square, entered a small law firm, and met two men.

A mixed race person who looks like a mixture of white, Asian, and Latino.

The other one is a white man with short blond hair. He is the lawyer who came to him last year to provide him with legal aid.

Mills sat down and asked directly, "What did you ask me to do?"

Persson said, "I just came back from the court. You hired me as a lawyer, and there are some situations that I need to give you feedback on in a timely manner."

Mills nodded silently.

When Persson was investigating the insurance company involved in the Los Angeles fire, he picked out some candidates from the many contract copies he obtained, and Mills was the one he focused on developing.

This person has had a miserable life. He is young, impulsive and easily misled.

During the Los Angeles fire that lasted for several days, Mills' father got into a car accident in a panic when the fire was burning at night. He was hit and killed by a broken car with a fake license plate, leaving behind both mother and son.

Mills and her son successfully escaped from the fire and survived until the fire was over, but their misfortune had just begun.

This family was slightly better off middle class and bought the burned down single-family villa with a mortgage.

As we all know, the house was burned down by fire and the bank loan must be repaid.

Originally, the Mills family spent money to buy home insurance from Eunice Insurance Company, but when they applied for compensation, they found that Eunice Insurance Company had gone bankrupt.

The insurance company had nothing left except some second-hand office equipment.

The Mills family's car and small savings were all taken away by the bank.

Unlucky people often become even more unlucky.

The company where Mrs. Mills worked was also severely affected by the fire. The company could not survive, and the boss simply ran away and went overseas.

Under heavy pressure and continuous blows, Mrs. Mills chose to commit suicide.

Mills, who had just entered college, had to drop out.

The fire scattered by the big man, the floating dust, hits the head of ordinary people, as heavy as the Himalayas.

The Mills family is not the first family to go bankrupt in the Los Angeles fire, and it will not be the last.

Persson already knew about Mills' situation and said, "The situation of Eunice Insurance Company is very complicated. If you follow the normal legal procedures, even if you win the lawsuit, you won't get the money. There is less than $500 in the account of Eunice Company."

Mills asked, "Where are their legal persons?"

“The legal person is an ordinary Indian,” Persson said in general terms, “He has been divorced for a long time and has no assets under his name.”

Mills lowered his head, anger making his head burn with anger: "Can't the law punish those bastards? We clearly signed an insurance contract with them, but they transferred the assets and refused to pay!"

He was just a college dropout: "Is there no one who can sanction them?"

Persson said: "Do you know who Thompson, the president of Yunis Company, is? He is a friend of the current California Governor Schwarzenegger, has close ties with many politicians in Southern California, and is also a multi-millionaire. The law is for them!"

Mills was not completely ignorant and knew that these words were correct.

Persson continued, "Don't just talk about you. There are thousands of insurance victims of the Los Angeles fire, many of whom are Hollywood stars. Even if you unite, you can't win this lawsuit, because if you win, those billionaires, those real big shots, will have to pay tens of billions of dollars."

What he said was also true: "If they only pay one thousandth of this money, most media will ignore you and treat you victims as if you don't exist at all. Don't believe in freedom of speech, that's all bullshit! It has been almost a year and a half since the Los Angeles fire. You have struggled, protested, and even spoken out online, but has anyone paid attention to your voices?"

Mills closed his eyes, his face showing sorrow: "Are we nothing?"

"Although I'm a lawyer, I'm just consumables in front of them." Persson's face was full of helplessness. He took a document and handed it to Mills: "This is a receipt from the Los Angeles District Court. They checked all the related accounts of Eunice Insurance Company and found no signs of any transfer of funds." Mills took it and took a look, and said: "I have lost my home and my parents."

Persson stood up, patted his shoulder comfortingly, and said, "I'm sorry."

Mills asked, "Can't we just sue Thompson, the president of Eunice? He didn't get any benefit from this?"

"He is not a legal person and does not hold shares directly. I am powerless." Persson sighed: "Thompson must have benefited from this. I have asked people to investigate carefully. From the time the Los Angeles fire broke out to now, he has purchased a 68-foot luxury yacht, three luxury cars and two luxury houses. He has not had any other job during this period."

He emphasized: "Thompson lived the life of a multimillionaire, but was unwilling to pay even a penny for the victims."

This irritated Mills. He looked up and blurted out, "Where does Thompson live? Where is he?"

Mills then reacted, slowed down his speech, and said tremblingly: "I just want to see what kind of life this bastard lives."

Persson nodded.

The mixed-race man brought over a file bag, opened it and placed it in front of Mills.

Mills took it out and looked at it. It not only contained Thompson's information, but also recent photos.

High-end luxury cars, entering and exiting luxury houses, taking photos standing on the dock with yachts, etc.

As miserable as they, the victims, live, these bastards live luxuriously.

Mills wrote down the addresses of the two mansions on the document, then stuffed everything into the file bag and returned it to Persson.

Fearing to arouse suspicion, he added: "I'll have to trouble you to continue to pay attention to this matter."

Persson nodded: "Of course, when we help you, we are also helping ourselves."

"Nothing else, I'm leaving first." Mills got up and walked outside.

The mixed-race assistant escorted him out of the building.

Mills got in his car and left Melrose Place.

In the office, when the mixed-race assistant came back, Persson took out the organized information and said to him, "Fox TV has a female reporter with a very strong professional ethics named Harley Wayne. She has a strong sense of justice and likes to pursue the truth. She dug up all the scandals of the Ackerman family."

The mixed-blood assistant asked, "Give her this information?"

Persson said: "Find a mailbox and mail it to her. I hope she still has the energy."

The mixed-blood assistant took the things and went to work.

On the other side, Mills drove to a warehouse area where there was a small warehouse that his parents rented in his name when they moved last year.

This type of warehouse is very common in Los Angeles and will be auctioned off once it expires.

This also gave rise to the profession of warehouse Taobao person.

Mills came to the warehouse area, opened a small warehouse similar to a container, pulled down the door, turned on the flashlight and searched carefully.

Soon, he found a military knife he bought in middle school.

But thinking that Thompson was a middle-aged man and using cold weapons might not be feasible, Mills searched for a while and finally found a Colt revolver in the drawer of a shabby bedside table.

This old gun was left by his grandfather.

Mills dug out a box of bullets, took his gun and saber, left the warehouse, and tried the gun in an empty place in the suburbs.

With the sound of gunfire, three bullet holes appeared on the tree trunk a few meters away.

The gun works!

Back in the car, Mills found a jacket to hide the gun, put on the hood of his hoodie, and drove straight to the address he remembered.

Since American law could not give him fairness, he fought for it himself.

Arriving in West Los Angeles near Santa Monica, Mills, who grew up in Los Angeles, found Thompson's community without much effort.

But it was a closed community for the rich, and ordinary people couldn't get in at all.

Mills looked carefully and suddenly felt that the shopping mall building not far away looked familiar. After a little recollection, he remembered it.

Some of the photos I saw from Persson were taken on the sidewalk in front of the mall.

The content of the photo is almost the same, Thompson is wearing sportswear and jogging in front of the mall at night.

All one person.

This is a wealthy community with good public security, and many wealthy people do not carry bodyguards with them all the time in their daily lives.

Mills was afraid of attracting the attention of the LAPD who patrolled from time to time, so he drove into the mall's underground parking lot, took the elevator back to the first floor, observed the environment briefly, entered the McDonald's on the side of the mall entrance, ordered a hamburger and fries meal, sat near the window, and began to eat slowly.

From his side, he could just observe the entire road leading to that community. (End of this chapter)