The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 68 Sowing discord
Outside the black wall, the lifting bucket fell to the bottom.

Hawke quickly asked, "Were we discovered?"

"He saw me." Eric handed the camera to Hawke, and couldn't help but curl up his lips: "We filmed everything that should be filmed."

It was not suitable to stay here for long, so Hawke said to Edward and Eric, "Let's go."

He glanced at Fatty Black and said, "You're not leaving?"

Bull Dad smiled and waved his hand: "I wish you a safe journey."

No matter how good Hawke's plan is, accidents are bound to happen sometimes, just like when Edward met Fat Black.

Since he dares to use it, he is not afraid of taking risks.

The three of them got into the car, Edward stepped on the accelerator, and the business car sped away.

Hawke sat in the back, took out his laptop, connected the camera, poured out the video, and clicked to play.

There was plenty of light during the day, and Eric was extremely professional, so the video he shot was very clear, and the faces of Miller and Kevin could be clearly seen as soon as they appeared.

As for what happened later, it was really eye-catching, and some of the shots were at the level of Holy Valley.

The video ends when Eric is found.

Hawke brought over a few storage disks, made copies, and said to Eric, "Your photography skills are very high. You can teach the Savior some time."

Edward, who was driving, said, "Boss, don't you think the video I shot has a rare sense of reality?"

Eric was in a good mood at this time and said, "What realism? It's obvious that your filming is terrible."

He was still a little worried: "I don't know if Miller recognized me."

Hawke was busy making copies and said casually, "It doesn't matter."

Edward said, "It would be best if he recognized who you are. He would know who did it to him. That way, he would feel the pleasure of revenge!"

Eric glanced at the driver's seat and said, "Savior, your theory is very special, but it sounds like it makes sense."

Hawke said: "When the bull recognized the savior, our chances of being exposed increased greatly, unless we give up today, but it doesn't matter, because sooner or later we will have to face similar situations, so it's better to come sooner."

Edward scratched his head. "I didn't expect to meet Bull Daddy here. He wasn't at the lift when we passed by before."

"It's okay." Hawke made a copy and handed it to Eric: "Keep one for yourself."

He simply said: "A popular star often represents a complex chain of interests. In the past, we acted quickly enough that the parties involved had no idea who we were, and the real pressure was borne by the buyer."

Eric said, "I'm not afraid."

Hawke reminded: "In the next few days, be alert and don't go out and mess around. You'd better follow me all the time."

Edward's side is not a problem. Eric needs to call Catherine first and tell her to work with Hawke to study the operational issues of the new project.

Hawke made several copies in succession. When the business car turned onto Santa Monica Boulevard and passed by the Bank of America, he asked Edward to stop the car, took a copy into the bank and opened a safe.

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On the other side, Miller made a few phone calls and hurried out of the gate.

The aerial work lift was parked in place, and the workers on it were maintaining the street lights and lamp poles.

Miller spotted Bull Daddy at a glance, walked over quickly, and asked, "Were those bastards just now?"

"It wasn't us." Bull Daddy smiled with two rows of yellow teeth: "They temporarily rented our car and then ran away."

Several workers came over one after another and stood behind the boss.

Miller immediately calmed down and asked calmly, "Who are they?"

The Bull Daddy waited there for a purpose, of course, and kept staring at Miller and smiling.

Miller didn't understand, so he felt in his pocket, took out a wallet, took out all the cash, and stuffed it into the other party's hand: "Tell me who they are and how to find them!"

Bull Daddy collected the money and said, "There are three of them. I only know one of them. His nickname is the Savior. His real name is Edward Connor. He is from Compton. I have his cell phone number..."

Miller wrote down the name and phone number, and seeing that the other party had more people, he turned around and walked back, and received a call from his agent, shouting, "Come over quickly, right now!"

He hung up the phone, calmed his breathing a little, and dialed the number he had just written down.

The sooner things are resolved the better.

Miller called the number.

…………In the business car, Edward’s cell phone suddenly rang.

He took it out and took a look, only to find it was an unfamiliar number.

After the call was connected, a strange voice came from the other end: "Edward Connor, the savior, right? I am Miller Collins."

Edward simply turned on the speakerphone.

Miller continued, "Since I know who you are, I can find you. I don't know what you want, but I urge you to give me what you took. Otherwise, I will spend all my millions to find you, and then we won't be having a peaceful conversation."

Edward didn't hesitate and replied in a joking tone: "I'm so scared, don't chase me!"

After Miller finished speaking, his tone suddenly changed: "You just want money, as long as you send it back, $50 is not a problem."

Edward's breathing quickened when he heard this number.

Hawke, the scheming man, did not say anything.

Eric couldn't help but yelled, "Do you think money can solve this problem? I'm not afraid to tell you, the person who filmed it was me! Eric Eason!"

Miller heard it and said, "It's you? You rubbish director! Do you think you can send it out after you film it? My team, my sponsors, my agency, they will all become your enemies! No media will use it, even if you send it to their doorstep!"

He snapped, "I want to deal with you like crushing an ant!"

Eric thought about the information he had collected and realized that the other party was indeed very strong.

Miller also knew how to sow discord and divide his enemies: "Hey, Savior, there is another guy, you send the stuff over here, and I will give you $100 million, and it will be in your account today."

Seven figures is a huge temptation, especially for poor guys like Hawke and Edward.

Eric's hands trembled a few times, and he looked towards Hawk unconsciously, the worry on his face was clearly visible.

Hawke was well prepared, so he spoke at this moment: "No media picked it up? It doesn't matter. We will make 300 copies and mail them free of charge to TV stations, newspapers, magazines and portal websites across the United States. Someone will definitely report on it."

Miller gritted his teeth: "It's useless, you idiots..."

"You're the idiot." The other party tried to provoke, but Hawke fought back, even more hurtfully: "By the way, I'll mail a copy to your team, your teammates, and your sponsors. Do your teammates know that you're gay? I guess they don't know. I'm a kind person, so I'll help you notify the team."

He spoke slowly: "If they knew, it would be exciting. Would they dare to take a shower and change clothes with you? You never know when they might be stabbed in the back."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment.

To kill someone, one must destroy their heart. Hawke stabbed the knife in, then turned it three times: "Well... you have a lot of sponsors, they are indeed very powerful. I remember that several brands are men's products, right? They require the spokesperson to be sunny and tough. If they knew you were gay, it would be even more exciting. What do you think they would do? Buddy, do you really want to tell them? Otherwise, I will make the call for you."

"No!" Miller almost shouted.

It was obvious that he was broken by Hawke.

Since Hawke was helping Eric, he would help him to the end: "And your wife and daughter know that you are the troublemaker... No, you should be the one being troubled. Do they know? How will they look at you? I have your wife's phone number, I can help you make a call at any time."

Miller, who seemed to be in control of the situation, was completely motionless.

Then the phone hung up.

Edward said, "Boss, he thinks we know nothing, but we know more than him!"

Eric looked at Hawke, not knowing what to say.

How many friendships can stand the test of a million dollars?

He imitated Edward's tone and said, "Boss, I was worried just now that he was very strong. But now that I hear him, I think he only looks strong."

"We can't take it lightly." Hawke reiterated: "He has money, and money can do a lot of things."

Eric said without hesitation: "I'll listen to you."

Edward asked, "Boss, is everything you said true?"

Hawke said: "It mainly troubles him and makes him afraid to use his strength easily. Miller is a professional athlete. His greatest commercial value lies in his masculine beauty. Gays will destroy all of this. Football is not a sport that welcomes gays."

Ten years later, Hawke would never have said those words on the phone.

He checked the time and said, "To prevent Miller and the forces behind him from counterattacking, we must also find allies to resist the pressure together."

Edward reacted quickly: "Media, big media at that!"

Hawke said: "I checked and Miller's sponsorship brand is not a major advertiser on Fox. Channel 11 is still our best choice."

Fox is an excellent tiger skin.

(End of this chapter)