The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Six luxury cars drove out of the parking lot one after another. Frank remained seated, his gaze filled with undisguised disdain, as if all the things he hated in the world were embodied in one of the cars.

Then, he picked up the plastic chair his ex-wife had made, walked to the back of the RV, and threw it into the trash.

In the Rolls-Royce Phantom of the convoy, Saintess Jenny, with a gloomy face, said to her female assistant, "Have someone check if he has any assets under his name. If so, notify those women to take them all."

The female assistant felt a little sorry for Frank; it was unlucky for him to have such an ex-wife.

Meanwhile, Frank returned to his RV, put on a jacket, hopped on a green electric tricycle, and headed towards the Coast Building not far away.

Upon arriving near the building entrance, he tossed the electric scooter keys to the security guard who approached him: "Take good care of my vehicle."

"Okay, I'll keep a close eye on things." The security guard recognized Frank and quickly notified his supervisor via walkie-talkie.

The supervisor in the security room at the entrance immediately called Edward.

When Frank stepped out of the elevator on the 16th floor, Edward came up to him and asked, "Why are you here instead of hanging out with your rescue beauties?"

Frank, who was there on business, didn't joke with him and said, "I have something very important to discuss with Hawke."

Edward led the way, and the two entered Hawke's office.

When Frank met Hawke, he said directly, "My first ex-wife, Jenny, just came to see me. She came on behalf of the Satanic cult. The cult leader, Anton, wants to send you some messages through me."

He was a shrewd and experienced man who understood himself very well: "Because of my conflict with Jenny, I have no way of knowing the specifics, I can only recount it..."

Hawke listened attentively to Frank's description and then asked, "Who is your ex-wife Jenny? What position does she hold in the Satanic cult?"

Frank didn't hide anything about this, and explained in detail: "Her name was Jenny Mansfield, a second-tier Hollywood actress in the 1950s and 60s, famous for imitating Marilyn Monroe's style, and was once called 'Little Monroe.' She was in a car accident in the 1960s and never appeared in public again. In fact, she joined the Satanic cult. At that time, information was transmitted entirely through traditional media. The Satanic cult released the news through the media that she had died in a car accident, and most people believed that she was dead."

“I remember her!” Edward had seen many movies: “The movies Jenny Mansfield starred in were quite daring for their time.”

He couldn't help but ask curiously, "When did you get married to her?"

Frank explained simply, “I married Jenny when she was eighteen. At the time, she was just a very insignificant actress. Later, thanks to the resources I brought her, she became a popular female star. However, she had both the shrewdness and calculation that women are born with, as well as a narrow vision and limited understanding. She felt that becoming a star was due to her own efforts and abilities, and had little to do with me…”

Hawke and Edward ignored the second half of the sentence and focused entirely on the first one.

Edward clicked his tongue: "Only eighteen years old."

Frank ignored him and continued to Hawke, "Later she joined the Satanic cult, but I don't know her specific position. Apart from the children, I don't care about anything related to her."

Hawke nodded slightly: "Anyone who can come to deliver a message on behalf of Anton, the leader of the Satanic Cult, must be no ordinary member."

Edward asked, "What is the Satanic Church's intention in sending these messages?"

Hawke has been thinking about this issue, and considering the current social situation, it's not hard to guess.

He said, "It is estimated that the Democratic Party is putting pressure on Satanism to force them to do something, such as acting as a tool or a knife to fight us. These people do not want to be used as pawns, and do not want to be included in our ranks of mortal enemies."

Frank agreed, saying, "Becoming your enemy would have dire consequences."

Hawke speculated: "The Satanic Church doesn't want to offend the Donald Party, nor does it want to be our enemy. Perhaps they want to deliberately leak information to curry favor?"

Frank thought about it carefully: "That's very likely."

“No matter what, we must strengthen our defenses.” Hawke took the enemy very seriously in terms of tactics and instructed Edward: “Pass the word down to all branch offices, as well as the foundation and relief stations, to strengthen their vigilance.”

He attributed the incident to the "Siali" crew, emphasizing, "Notify Eric, Tom Cruise, Leonardo DiCaprio, and other key members of the production team to remind their security detail to be on high alert."

The bodyguards surrounding these people were all hired from the Flower Butterfly Security Company.

Hawke thought for a moment and then said, "Also, Meryl Streep, please remind her as well. Also, ask her if she needs to hire a professional bodyguard team from Butterfly Security."

Upon hearing these words, Frank couldn't help but say, "From a friend's point of view, you're a good person."

“I’ve always been a good person.” Hawke didn’t waste any more words with him. He picked up the phone, called Erica first, said a few words to her, and then called Brian, Jennifer, and others.

A moment later, Edward finished his call and returned, saying, "Everyone has been notified."

He emphasized, "Meryl Streep declined our offer, saying she appreciated our kindness but that she has her own team of female bodyguards and doesn't need to hire male bodyguards anymore."

Hawke couldn't force the issue, so he said, "Then let's leave it at that."

Frank, however, could see it clearly: "Meryl may be using the bodyguard team you provided as her spy. You will know all her secrets that she can't keep in the light of day."

Edward said, "We can't just hold a gun to someone's head and expect them to accept it."

The three stopped talking about these things and began discussing Satanism.

…………

Burbank, Slate Public Relations.

Meryl Streep and her agent are discussing with her public relations manager matters regarding her chances of winning Best Actress at this year's Oscars.

The agent said, "The production team reportedly spent over $1500 million on Oscar public relations and promotion, with Meryl Streep as the lead actress being a top priority."

Public relations manager Marty, after a thorough investigation, said, "So this is a great opportunity for Meryl to win her second Best Actress award. We have done a detailed analysis of this year's competitors, and neither Rooney Mara of 'The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo' nor Michelle Williams of 'My Week with Marilyn Monroe' has the strength to compete head-on with Meryl."

Meryl Streep has been nominated for Best Actress more than a dozen times and won once, but she has also been criticized for having no acting skills other than her face.

She naturally wanted to prove herself, saying, "The production team is aiming for four major awards this time, so resources are relatively scattered."

The agent chimed in, "For the acting awards, you should talk to the production team and try to allocate some resources slightly more to Meryl Streep. Leonardo DiCaprio's leading role will be competing with established actors like Daniel Day-Lewis and Gary Oldman..."

Having an external public relations manager handle communication can prevent their relationship with the production team from deteriorating, thus providing a buffer for both sides.

Marty agreed: "I will communicate with the production team."

After the talks were over, Meryl and her agent said goodbye, left the agency together, and took the elevator downstairs.

The former invested so much in this film, even changing his political stance of the past decade, so naturally he wanted to gain something from it.

Meryl asked, "Is there any way to increase the chances of winning?"

"Spend money, do public relations." The agent's words were simple and clear.

Meryl knew the production team would definitely spend a fortune on the Best Actress award, so she continued, "Is there any other way?"

The agent shrugged helplessly: "Honey, I'm not Harvey, I'm not Warner Bros., and you're not Heath Ledger."

Meryl understood what he meant. After The Dark Knight was nominated for Best Supporting Actor, everyone was pretty much certain who would win the award.

What can the living use to compete with the dead?
The two took the elevator downstairs. "What was Hawk's assistant calling you about earlier?" The agent thought that someone like Hawk Osment would never let Meryl sit on the red sofa.

Meryl understood her agent's expression and said with a hint of helplessness, "What are you thinking? If it were that easy to get Hawke Osment's support, I would have done it already."

She shook her head and said, "Hawk reminded me that this film involves many aspects. He received information that some people may be detrimental to the main creators of the film, and he told us to be more careful in our daily lives."

The agent cautioned, "It's always better to be careful."

“Not only was he cautious, but he also suggested that I hire a bodyguard team from his security company.” Meryl said, somewhat displeased. “How could that be! It won’t be long before all my secrets are laid bare before him.”

In front of big-name celebrities, the agent is merely a service provider, so she could only say indirectly, "I've heard that Hawke's security company is very capable."

Meryl Streep not only sided with the Democrats, but was also an extremely important member of the Hollywood Cthulhu organization.

Cthulhu thinks about things in a completely different way than normal people; whether he looks at things with his eyes or his mind, he always focuses on the opposite.

Meryl Streep's attitude was unusually firm: "Male bodyguards to protect me? They're more like peeping tom. I have the best female bodyguard team in all of Hollywood."

The agent didn't say anything more; there was no need to ruin his relationship with Meryl over such a small matter.

Meryl added, "I'm just a Hollywood star, what good would it do them to target me?"

The agent thought about it carefully and realized it made sense: "That makes sense."

The two went straight to the parking lot, and before getting into their respective cars, the agent reminded them, "Don't forget, all your lunches and dinners have been arranged for the next few days."

Meryl nodded: "I will keep my appointment on time."

During the Oscar race, interpersonal relationships are also a key factor.

Drinking and dining with the judges is nothing to me.

The social skills and interpersonal relationships in America are even more sophisticated than those across the Pacific.

However, America's remote farming technology is more advanced, which gives people a lot of misconceptions.

Meryl took Hawke's warning to heart and instructed her assistant to keep the bodyguards on high alert.

The two female bodyguards were very vigilant for the first few days, but as Meryl participated in various activities without any abnormalities, the women who spent a lot of time together every day were almost all menstruating, and their emotions were affected, so they inevitably relaxed a bit.

“Jane, your support is very important to me.”

Inside the restaurant, Meryl Streep and Jennifer Aniston finished their lunch, hugged goodbye with smiles, and Meryl Streep said, "You have to come to the next film analysis session."

Aniston smiled and replied, "I will be there on time."

Meryl was the first to walk outside.

At the restaurant entrance, many paparazzi and movie fans who had gotten wind of the news arrived.

Hayes, a tall and burly middle-aged man, squeezed to the front, holding Meryl Streep's latest poster in one hand.

This wasn't the first time he'd ever been a fan of Meryl Streep, and he was incredibly enthusiastic, shouting, "Meryl, I love you! Meryl, I love you!"

Meryl had just stepped out of the restaurant when she heard the desperate shout, and she quickly smiled and waved in their direction.

Hayes shouted even more enthusiastically, "Meryl, marry me, marry me!"

Everyone around turned to look.

Despite being watched by so many people, Hayes showed no embarrassment and continued to shout.

It's common for Hollywood stars to encounter similar situations. Meryl Streep remained calm and, escorted by two female bodyguards, walked towards the car parked on the side of the road.

Several fans, who had been arranged in advance, crowded around Meryl, wanting her autograph.

Hayes held the poster in one hand and reached into his coat pocket with the other, finding the revolver inside.

This is the female celebrity he has admired for over thirty years.

Hayes dreamed of how to win her over, and in order to realize this unrealistic dream, he joined several churches, eventually finding the answer in the cult of Satan.

At a ceremony specially held for him by the Satanic cult, Hayes saw photographs of Mark Chapman and John Hinckley.

They also discovered two superstars who corresponded to them: John Lennon and Jodie Foster.

Hayes finally understood what he had to do: he could take Meryl with him to meet Satan, and have Satan bless them.

Meryl stopped, took a pen, and signed autographs for her fans.

Several reporters nearby took photos.

Paparazzi even raised their cameras to film.

Hayes, with his strong physique, squeezed to the front row and shouted, "Meryl!"

This man immediately caught the attention of the two female bodyguards.

Just as the man was about to rush over, one female bodyguard protected Meryl, while another female bodyguard stepped forward to stop Hayes.

But her strength was simply not enough.

Hayes shoved the female bodyguard back with one hand.

The hand hidden in his pocket pulled out a revolver and said with a smile, "You're mine!"

Almost simultaneously, he pulled the trigger.

Meryl's most trusted female bodyguard instinctively let go of her employer and fell to the ground.

A gunshot rang out.

Meryl was shot in the left chest, and her white clothes were quickly stained with brilliant blood.

Screams erupted around them, and the experienced Americans covered their heads for cover.

“You are mine, and always will be!” Hayes lay down next to Meryl, turned the gun to his own chest, and pulled the trigger.

A gunshot rang out, and blood blossomed on his white coat as well. (End of Chapter)