The Wolf of Los Angeles.

It was pitch dark. Mills finished his hamburger and fries and ordered a Coke. It was almost ten o'clock in the evening, but the target still hadn't appeared.

There were very few people outside, so he waited for a while, then thought the other party might not come, so he packed up his things and drove away.

Mills came for several days in a row but did not meet his target Thompson.

But he had no intention of giving up. The hatred of his broken family could only be washed away by blood.

Over the past year, with the death of his parents and being forced to leave college, Mills has witnessed all kinds of ugliness in America.

The insurance company refused to give him financial compensation, the media did not give him a chance to speak, the politicians did not give him a way to appeal, and the law did not give him the most basic fairness. Mills could only seek justice in his own way.

Once again, night fell and Mills sat in a McDonald's restaurant, eating French fries leisurely.

At this point, he discovered one thing: there is only one fair thing in this world - human life.

If a person is killed, he will die, and there is no way to resurrect after death.

As for whether one will go to heaven or hell after death, Mills is not sure and it is not within his consideration.

As time passed, the number of people outside the mall gradually decreased, and the target Thompson still did not appear.

Mills looked at his watch and saw that it was past ten o'clock in the evening, so he picked up his black backpack and prepared to leave.

He sat down again before he stood up.

Outside the glass window, on the road leading to the shopping mall from the closed community, a black figure passed through the light from the street lamps and ran towards the shopping mall.

Mills turned his head and stared at that direction.

The black figure ran closer and closer, gradually approaching the shopping mall, and soon came under the street light near the shopping mall.

Mills finally saw the face clearly. This face had appeared in his dreams every night in the past few days, and he would never mistake it.

Thompson, former president of Eunice Insurance Company.

According to information collected by Mills' lawyer, Thompson was the mastermind behind the bankruptcy of Eunice Insurance Company.

People gradually approached.

Mills put on his bag, put on a black hood, and walked out of McDonald's through the outer glass door like a normal person leaving a mall.

Thompson likes night running. Before the New Year, he drove a yacht, found a group of female models, and went to the sea to party for several days in a row.

When he came back, he was in a daze. He stayed at home for a few days before resuming his normal night running.

This night road route was very familiar. While running, Thompson was thinking about how to start another company and continue to make money.

In the last case of Yunis Insurance Company, most of the funds went into the pocket of the governor's wife.

This kind of thing is inevitable. Without Schwarzenegger's network of connections, such an operation would cause a lot of trouble later on, and it would not be as smooth as it is now.

Passing by the entrance of McDonald's, Thompson caught a glimpse of a young man in a hood out of the corner of his eye, and then ran over.

He didn't notice that the young man behind him caught up with him.

Mills confirmed the target's identity, quickly followed him, and pulled out a Colt revolver from the inside pocket of his coat.

He had almost no shooting practice and could only follow the online tutorials and hold the gun with both hands.

The target was moving, Mills was moving too, and it was hard to hit him.

When he was less than three meters away, Mills stopped, gripped the revolver with both hands, aimed at Thompson in front of him, and pulled the trigger.

boom--

When the gunshot rang out, Thompson tilted his body and looked back subconsciously.

Mills aimed his first shot at the middle of the back but hit his target in the shoulder.

But the target paused, seemingly unable to believe he had been shot.

Mills continued to pull the trigger without any pause.

The sound of gunfire continued until the remaining five bullets were used up.

Although they couldn't aim and shoot anywhere, all the bullets hit Thompson's torso.

Thompson lost strength in his body, stared at the young and unfamiliar face in surprise, and then landed steadily.

The common man became angry and blood spattered five steps forward.

When American laws did not give Mills an explanation, Mills gave an explanation to the entire American society.

The gunshots died down and everything around was quiet.

Whether it was across the street or inside McDonald's, people heard the gunshots, and some people quietly came out to watch the excitement, but they tried their best to keep their mouths shut so as not to attract the attention of the gunman.

Thompson's body twitched and blood pooled under him.

He was dead.

This may be a slightly fair thing about America.

There is only one life in a person.

Mills put away his revolver, lowered his hood, turned back, turned into a nearby alley, and left as quickly as possible. Someone nearby called the police.

This is a wealthy area, and sirens soon began to sound.

Within a few minutes, the LAPD patrol car stopped on the side of the road. The officers who got out stood guard with guns. After checking the condition of the person who fell to the ground, they immediately called the headquarters to report the situation on the scene and request support.

In less than two minutes, another patrol car arrived.

The surrounding patrol cars also began to deploy surveillance. The LAPD, which arrived first, asked witnesses about the circumstances of the incident and the physical characteristics of the gunman, and immediately reported back to the Parker Center. Then all the nearby patrol cars received notifications from the Parker Center and began to pay attention to the relevant situation.

Although Mills had no experience, he was admitted to a regular university and had planned his retreat route in advance.

After leaving the scene, he went directly to a nearby subway exit and took the subway away from West Los Angeles.

But witnesses saw him coming out of McDonald's, so it was only a matter of time before he was caught by the LAPD.

Before the Detective Bureau's vehicles arrived, vehicles from the media and freelance journalists arrived first.

There is a huge difference in the level of attention that a shooting in a wealthy area attracts compared to a shooting in downtown Los Angeles.

The reporters quickly figured out the identity of the man who had been shot: the former president of a bankrupt insurance company.

When the message was passed back, the Internet reacted most quickly, with related news appearing on multiple websites within just a dozen minutes.

The shooting of the former president of a bankrupt insurance company and a multimillionaire attracted some attention, but it didn't make much news.

There are too many multi-millionaires in Los Angeles.

If nothing else, Hollywood has a large number of them.

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Beverly, Melrose Place.

After Persson finished his nightclub and relaxed, he drove back to the Ritz-Carlton Hotel where he was staying.

In the conference room of the suite, several people who had gone out to collect information during the day have returned here.

One of the Indians said, "Boss, the information I have collected shows that before the bankruptcy of Eunice Insurance Company, more than 30% of its funds were transferred to a foundation of Schwarzenegger's wife Maria Shriver through business cooperation and charitable donations after several transactions."

Persson asked, “Can you find any irregularities?”

The Indian shrugged: "The last step is charitable donation. There is no other way."

"These rich people are more extravagant than the others." The mixed-race boy couldn't help but say, "The IRS is known to be super powerful, but it still shrinks when facing those super-rich people."

The Latino next to him said, "The money you collect belongs to others, but your life is your own. Kennedy, Carter, and Reagan have all set good examples."

Persson saw that his subordinates were digressing, so he interrupted them and asked, "Is there still no news from Mills?"

"Not yet." The mixed-race man answered first, then turned on his BlackBerry and prepared to search the Internet again.

The Latino said, "Isn't this guy gutless?"

Persson shook his head slightly: "I don't think so. We have been in contact with him in many ways and have been irritating him..."

The mixed-race man suddenly interrupted them: "Yes! Boss, it's on the news!"

Persson took the BlackBerry from him and looked at the Twitter page on the screen, where relevant news reports had already appeared.

"A shooting occurred outside an independent villa area in West Los Angeles. The victim was Art Thompson, the former president of Eunice Insurance Company. According to people familiar with the matter, Thompson was attacked from behind by an unidentified gunman and shot six times. When the LAPD arrived, he had unfortunately died..."

Others took out their mobile phones and searched for relevant news.

The Indian also whispered: "The gunman is currently on the run. After interviewing witnesses, the LAPD is pursuing him with all their might."

The plan was successful. Persson put down his phone and said, "We have achieved our goal. We will abandon our current identities and evacuate separately."

He looked at the mixed-race man: "Is the office cleaned up?"

"We've cleared everything. We sold everything to Blackie." The mixed-race man knew how to make something disappear completely. "The identities we used were all fake. Not to mention that Mills wouldn't realize that we were constantly escalating his provocations. Even if he did, the LAPD wouldn't have any evidence."

Persson looked at the Indian and said, "After leaving the hotel, immediately contact us to find a good media and have them expose the situation about Thompson as quickly as possible. Once the gunman is caught and his identity is confirmed, then release information about the connection between the two."

The Indian adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and said, "I have already prepared the copywriting."

Persson warned again: "Our targets are the two political core figures of the Los Angeles Group, Arnold Schwarzenegger and Brian Ferguson. We must drag both of them into the whirlpool of public opinion and expose the shameless true face of the Elephant Party."

What is fake can become real, what does not exist can be fabricated out of thin air. There are examples of this and hundreds of victims.

The Indian smiled and said, "I know what to do."

After the work arrangement was completed, everyone left one after another. All the so-called lawyers and other identities were abandoned, and they were transformed into freelance journalists.

In the darkness of night, the Western Division of LAPD and the Homicide Division of the Detective Bureau were fully mobilized.

If an ordinary person dies in a wealthy community, the LAPD will be busy for a while, but it won't be to this extent.

When ordinary people die in ordinary communities or slums, whether the case can be solved mostly depends on luck. If there is no information after a few days of pursuit, the case will most likely be left unsolved.

But when a multimillionaire was shot dead in public in a high-end community in Los Angeles, the LAPD’s pursuit was completely different. (End of this chapter)