The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 70 This House is Horrible
It was getting dark, and Hawke sat on the roof of the RV, raised the telescope, and once again observed the studio across the road.

Edward took a sip of water and asked, "Boss, do you want me to call Da Chou and the others?"

Hawke waved his hand: "No, let's see what's going on first."

Eric regretted a little: "I'm sorry to drag you into all this trouble."

Hawke shook his head. "Old man, let's not use these polite words between us."

Eric pursed his lips tightly.

"Oh..." Frank sighed secretly. This silly guy would probably have to take the bullet for that bastard for a long time in the future.

He took a sip of his cold beer and said, "Hey, guys, don't you thank me for taking you in?"

Hawke raised his arm and gave him a middle finger.

Frank was angry: "I live a peaceful and happy life without worries. What about you? You clearly want to destroy my retirement life."

"Last time we had a party, you complained about the lack of excitement." Edward retorted, "We let you see a good show, and we haven't even charged you for the ticket."

Hawke raised his hand and interrupted them: "Something's going on."

Frank rushed over with a kick of his feet, as if he was twenty years younger.

He snatched Edward's binoculars and looked carefully across the road. "Four people got out of that black Chevrolet. They seem to be heading for your studio."

Hawke had seen it.

Edward and Eric wanted to talk.

Hawke said softly, "Don't worry, wait."

Frank said to Edward, "Cotton man, go down to the bedside table and get my Taser."

Hawke said, "You're old."

Frank made a pun: "Without some special stimulation, I'm afraid I won't be able to lift my gun in the future."

Edward went down to get his gun.

Across Fountain Street, Luis, Xavi, Puyol and Sergio got out of the Chevrolet, put the guns and knives in their pockets, and looked around.

There was obviously no one in the dark house.

The former made a phone call: "Boss, we're here, their car is not here, and neither are the people."

Henry on the other side said, "Find a way to get in, and remember to bring back all the photography and video equipment, as well as computers, CDs, storage disks and other things."

"Okay." Lewis put down the phone, took out his gloves and put them on, and asked, "Is there any surveillance?"

Harvey, with his big mouth, replied: "I didn't see it."

Luis said: "Puyol, it's your turn to play, go open the door."

Puyol took out gloves from the tool bag and put them on, then walked to the door, glanced at the "West Coast Media and Entertainment Studio" nameplate hanging on one side, took out his tools and started working.

For experts, the civilian anti-theft locks on the market are just that so.

Puyol successfully opened the security door just like using a key.

Sergio stayed outside to keep watch while Luis and the other two went into the house, turned on their flashlights and started searching.

Puyol habitually looked in the corner and spotted the safe at a glance, saying, "I'll go open it."

Louis said to Harvey, "Search somewhere else."

Puyol came to the corner, squatted down and opened the safe.

This safe is the common type on the market, and it is not difficult for him to use it.

Louis shone his flashlight on the shelf where a black camera, videotapes, and CD cases were placed.

He waved to Harvey, who took off his bag and followed him toward the shelf.

The two men opened their backpacks and picked up their cameras and videotapes and threw them inside.

At the same time, Puyol opened the safe and shone the flashlight forward.

In the most conspicuous position of the safe, there were several boxes of CDs. This was what they were looking for.

When we arrived, the boss told us to take away everything that might store videos and photos.

Puyol reached out to take it, and when he put his hand upwards, he felt something was wrong. The cover of the CD box was like a thin layer of paper and collapsed when he grabbed it.

Many sharp objects like needles pierced through the gloves and touched his fingers.

Then, an indescribable pain came from the fingers, and a strange numbness and weakness instantly spread to the whole body.

Puyol froze on the spot, as if his body and brain were restrained by electricity.

On the other side, Luis and Xavi were quickly collecting videotapes and did not notice what was happening on Puyol's side.

After taking the videotapes, he went to pick up something that looked like a CD box.

Harvey reached out and tore through the paper with his fingers. The densely packed sharp steel needles underneath pierced his gloves and touched his skin.

The electric current jumped and rushed into the people.

Harvey shuddered as if something had just happened, his eyes rolled up, and he fell backwards, landing on the ground with a thud.

Louis was startled, and when he turned around, he saw Harvey twitching on the ground, and asked quickly, "What's wrong with you?"

Harvey had no answer at all.

Louis immediately became alert, took out his gun, and said to the corner: "The situation is not right, retreat quickly."

There was no movement in the corner.

He shone the flashlight over there and saw Puyol still squatting in the corner, but his body was leaning forward with his head resting on the safe.

"What the hell is this place?" Louis was panicking. Invisible enemies are the scariest. "Are all the people in this studio a bunch of monsters?" Louis pushed Harvey, but Harvey's body twitched and he didn't respond.

I can't stay in this place.

The mission was not as important as his life, so Louis got up and left.

As for Xavi and Puyol, he couldn't take care of them for the time being. He would wait until he was in a safe place and then call the boss. The boss was so smart that he would definitely be able to think of a solution.

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On the sidewalk outside the studio, Hawke, wearing a pair of headphones and sportswear and sneakers, ran like a night jogger as he approached the studio door.

Sergio, who was taking a walk on the sidewalk, turned to look at Hawke, then retracted his gaze and continued to pay attention to the vehicles.

Hawke ran over as if he didn't see him.

When the two sides were less than five meters apart, Hawke quickly pulled out a Taser from under his sports jacket and fired at Sergio.

The electric dart was fired and hit Sergio in the chest.

The guy didn't have time to react and fell to the ground, staggering.

Hawke ran over, checked quickly, took out a knife and threw it away, making sure that the other party had lost the ability to resist, and waved across the road.

Edward, Eric, and Frank came running across Fountain Street.

Frank held two shoelaces in his hand and asked Edward and Eric to twist the man's arms behind his back and tie him up skillfully.

Then he went to tie the feet.

Hawke moved towards the studio door and whispered, "Don't let him make a sound."

Frank took off his shoes, pulled off his socks and stuffed them into the man's mouth.

Sergio had recovered a little, but a foul smell went into his throat and he felt as uncomfortable as if he were dead.

His body had a stress reaction, his eyes rolled up, and he fainted.

Edward whispered, "Old beggar, are you so skilled?"

"Oh, I used to tie up female stars." Frank took the opportunity to show off: "Many female stars came to me and begged me to tie them up."

Not to mention Edward and Eric, even Hawk wanted to ignore the bastard in the house and go back to beat up the old guy.

He turned around and interrupted the pretense: "Call 911."

Eric pulled out his cell phone and whispered on the phone.

Hawke followed the wall and groped his way to the studio door.

The door suddenly opened from the inside and a white man ran out in panic.

Hawke stretched out a foot and kicked the opponent's calf accurately.

Louis was determined to leave this perverted house, so he ran out very fast. He felt as if his calf hit an iron pillar, and he fell forward, landing on his face, and the gun fell out of his hand.

He didn't have time to zip up the backpack he was carrying, so a lot of things fell out.

A camera model, which cracked.

Edward took advantage of the situation and rushed over. Just as Hawke had taught him, he bent his heavy knee and pressed it directly on the back of Louis' neck.

Louis wanted to struggle, but couldn't get up, and he couldn't breathe smoothly, so he said with difficulty: "I can't breathe, I can't breathe..."

But Edward didn't relax at all. He held him down and shouted to Eric and Frank, "Come and help."

Eric took out two shoelaces and ran over.

Frank shook his head helplessly, reluctantly took off his other sock, came over, pinched Sergio's nose, and skillfully stuffed it into his mouth.

Edward got up only after the man was tied up.

Frank glanced at the things that rolled out of the bag and reminded Hawke: "The camera is broken."

Hawke said, "It's just a toy model."

A patrol car drove over at this time, and two police officers got out and first controlled the gun and knife.

Hawke took out the card, raised his hand and walked over to say a few simple words.

The police officer looked at the card, called for backup, and waited for another police car to arrive. The four of them, holding guns to cover each other, entered the studio and found two people inside unconscious.

Hawke also came in and turned off the switch under the desk.

One officer called for medical help, and another came over and asked Hawke, "What's going on?"

"I work in media and public relations consulting, and I often run into trouble, so I installed some security measures in my studio," Hawke said. "I have surveillance cameras installed here, so they should have captured everything."

The police officer said, "Make a copy. It will be much easier to handle later."

Outside the studio, Frank took out his cell phone and made a call. After the call was connected, he said, "My friend, I'm in trouble. I was having a party in a motorhome with a few friends, and a few blind bastards broke into my friend's studio and stole. They were carrying guns, knives and other weapons."

He laughed: "Of course I'm fine. You know me. I've always been good at fighting. I brought a few friends with me to subdue them. Please help make a phone call and ask them to take it seriously."

The answer was affirmative.

Frank hung up the phone and found Edward hiding behind him eavesdropping. He kicked him and said, "Go plant cotton!"

Edward dodged and looked at Frank in surprise: "Old beggar, what you said is really not bragging?"

Frank was furious: "Is it necessary for me to brag to you young boys?"

Edward hurried to find Hawke.

Hawke listened to him and nodded slightly: "He is willing to help, I accept this favor."

After more than ten minutes, a sheriff came with his subordinates and directed the handling of the situation on the scene.

(End of this chapter)