The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 71 Destroy career, destroy family

The Hollywood Police Station is under the jurisdiction of the West Los Angeles Police Station. After receiving emergency medical treatment, all four suspects were taken to the West Police Station.

Hawke, Edward, Eric and Frank, as parties involved, also went there.

The police obtained copies of internal and external surveillance. Hawke was an acquaintance of the Western Police Station, and Frank also made a phone call. Everything went smoothly.

Even the female police officer who recognized Hawke secretly called Erica.

When Hawke finished taking the statement and came out of the office, he found Erica waiting at the door.

"You don't have to patrol?" Hawke saw Erica dressed in full armor, took a quick look and found that her police rank had been promoted to a higher level.

Erica was very good at pulling the strings: "A colleague who knew you saw you being brought back by the police and called me. I was worried that something might happen to you, so I came back to check on you as soon as possible."

She asked with concern: "What happened?"

"It might be the trouble caused by the news I was working on. Several gang members broke into my studio and tried to steal." Hawke described what happened in a light-hearted manner.

Erica's mouth twitched: "You connected the electricity to the safe and changed it?"

Frank happened to come over and automatically answered: "Not only that, he was worried that the thief would wear gloves, so he installed a layer of steel needles in the safe."

Erica didn't know what to say.

Hawke has his own theory: "Who would put valuables in a safe? If you install a safe, aren't you just waiting for someone to steal it? Of course, you have to take some necessary measures."

Frank was convinced: "You are such a genius. All safe manufacturers should hire you as a designer."

Hawke ignored the old man and said to Erica, "There must be someone behind those four thieves. Please help me keep an eye on them and try to find out who is behind them."

Erica said, “I’ll go ask.”

She hurried to another place, and soon came back to tell Hawke what she had learned: "All four of them have criminal records, but they are very tight-lipped and refuse to say who ordered them to do so. It may take some time."

Hawke said directly: "I told the police officer when I was taking the statement that I suspected it was related to Miller Collins."

Erica said: "The gang those four people belong to is called the Shorty Gang, which is composed entirely of white people. You should be careful."

Hawke responded, "I will."

Erica saw her partner Julian appear and pointed at her watch: "I should go, I have to go on patrol."

Hawke said, "You should be careful too."

Erica smiled and left.

Frank suddenly lowered his voice and said, "That watch she's wearing is a bit expensive."

"If you don't open your eyes, I won't treat you as blind." Hawke said, and waited for a while in the waiting area. Edward was the last one to come out.

The sheriff who handled the case on the spot came out and talked to the four men for a while, saying that the case would be handled strictly, severely and quickly, and asked Hawke to register the loss of the items so that compensation could be made later.

Frank thought Hawke had no experience, so he took the form from him and started filling it out. He exaggerated the value of all the items, for example, a toy camera was turned into a digital camera for photography.

Those bastards are going to jail for sure.

It was past eight o'clock in the evening when the four left the Western Police Station.

After getting in the car, Hawke said to Edward, "Let's go to the Fox Television Center."

Frank guessed immediately: "You want to sell the surveillance video?"

"They broke into my studio and broke my camera models and used up so much electricity that I have to pay for it," Hawke said.

Frank suspected that this guy would one day sell himself as news.

Arriving at the Fox Building, Hawke went upstairs alone with his notebook. As soon as he entered the "Midnight Entertainment" program set, he saw Megan Taylor arguing with someone.

"This news must be removed." The short-haired woman said in a serious voice, "Miller Collins is the spokesperson for our three advertisers. You will cause the company to suffer significant financial losses!"

Megan was very calm: "Just an hour ago, I called and emailed three companies in accordance with company regulations."

She knew why the other party came and did not argue: "Director Cynthia agreed to publish it."

The woman said, "Don't use Director Cynthia to pressure me..."

Megan interrupted her directly: "Jessica, we are Channel 11 of Fox TV Network. Do you think Fox will bow to three advertisers for such a small benefit?"

Jessica knew very well that her efforts had failed, so she turned around and left without saying anything more.

When she reached a deserted part of the corridor, she took out her cell phone and made a call: "Sorry, I can't stop it. Fox has already pushed the release process, unless you can get Cynthia Roxburgh or Al Rogers."

No matter what, she tried her best and deserved the money.

In the studio lobby, Megan was slightly surprised to see Hawke: "You're here again? Or did something unexpected happen to you?"

Hawke patted his laptop and said, "Let's talk alone."

Megan took him into her office.

"More than an hour ago, my studio was attacked." Hawke sat on the sofa in the reception area, opened his notebook, and told Megan what happened while showing her the video.

Megan sat next to Hawke naturally and watched the video carefully.

In the surveillance video, the studio's nameplate was blurred, but everything else was almost completely presented.

When she saw the two thieves fall, Megan couldn't understand: "What happened?"

Hawke said simply, "The safe is connected to the electric needle, and so is the storage rack."

Megan asked, "Did you expect them to do that?"

Hawke thought for a moment and said, "You work in journalism, so you should know better than me that high-end business wars and high-level public relations are all-purpose." Megan was really impressed this time: "You even use your own studio to make news."

Hawke went further, saying, "They are violating press freedom! The reporter got Miller Collins' video in front, and then gang members broke into the reporter's studio. If they say it has nothing to do with Miller, even a five-year-old child wouldn't believe it."

He always wanted to help others: "You wanted news about stars and crime, didn't you? Here comes news about stars and crime!"

Megan had similar ideas. After the surveillance video was played, she said: "There is no evidence that there is a relationship between the two, but I can make a biased design and guidance, which can easily make the audience associate."

Hawke took the opportunity to say, "So, this news video about a celebrity and crime, $3 isn't expensive, right?"

Megan needed this video and said directly: "No more than $1."

Hawke responded, "Okay."

Megan made a phone call and asked Claire to send over the storage disk and the agreement.

Hawke copied the video and asked, "Have you notified the advertisers?"

"It's a routine notice. There are some twists and turns, but it's within my tolerance." Megan was going to get busy: "Go back and wait for the news."

Hawke signed the authorization agreement, took the check for $1, and took the elevator downstairs.

The elevator went down to the first floor. As soon as the door opened, he saw Caroline Jones and greeted her, "Long time no see, Miss Mee."

Caroline responded: "Redneck."

Hawke suddenly thought of a possibility. Could she be Miller Collins's publicist? He asked, "Why are you here?"

Caroline looked towards the elevator entrance. "Accompanying a client to a late night talk show."

She stopped the elevator door and said, "People are coming. I won't talk to you anymore."

"Goodbye." Hawke walked forward and met a man and a woman, both white.

Both of them are not very old, the man is tall and handsome, and the woman is pretty and delicate.

However, the latter had a big belly and looked like she was about to give birth.

The man supported the woman, and the couple seemed to have a good relationship.

Caroline turned and glared at Hawke.

Hawke opened his mouth and made a "baa" sound.

Caroline's face finally darkened.

Hawke felt refreshed and left the Fox Building with brisk steps.

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Santa Monica, Palisade.

The fax machine hummed, making Miller Collins fidget.

He picked up the glass, drank it all, then poured himself another glass of whiskey and continued drinking.

The voice finally stopped, and the agent picked up a few faxed documents. After taking a look at them, his expression changed. He handed them to Miller: "The four brands you cooperated with, razors, condoms, sports drinks, and men's underwear, all sent termination letters to the agency. This is forwarded by the agency."

He did a lot of work, but the results were not good. If Miller was the one who passively endured it, it would be fine, but he was the one who took the initiative to win.

Miller quickly flipped through the pages and demanded, "How could you let this happen!"

The agent said: "The agency has done its best, but that bastard sold the video to Fox TV immediately, and Fox notified the brands they were working with according to routine procedures."

He made countless calls that day and used a lot of personal connections. He couldn't help but raise his voice and said, "That's Fox! Your agency and PR company are powerless to fight Fox. The methods we usually use can't be used on Fox."

Miller felt like a death row inmate sitting on the electric chair, waiting to be executed, muttering to himself: "Fox, Fox..."

There was a car sound outside, and Henry came in quickly. He said to Miller, "The people I sent out lost contact. I just found out that they were arrested by the Western Division. That West Coast studio is not simple and has close ties with the Western Division."

Miller saw Henry and grabbed his arm, as if grasping the last straw: "The video is in the Fox Building, help me get it back, get it back..."

Henry was so angry that he laughed: "That's Fox, Fox! How do you want me to get it? Bring people and guns with you?"

The publicist reminded Miller to return to reality: "From the moment the video fell into the hands of Fox TV, the incident was completely beyond our control. I suggest that you think more about what to do after the exposure."

The agent said: "If the sponsor knows, it means the team will know soon. Miller, you'd better communicate with the team before the news is broadcast."

Miller's face was full of pain: "What about my $1000 million contract?"

The agent further said: "It's difficult to negotiate a contract. Not only that, you have to form a legal team as soon as possible. The brands you endorse will definitely pass the losses on to you and file a breach of contract lawsuit against you."

Miller listened to these words and suddenly realized that he might go bankrupt.

He grabbed the whiskey bottle and took several gulps.

The agent winked and Henry quickly stopped him.

Now is not the time to get drunk, there are a lot of problems waiting to be solved.

Miller pushed Henry away.

Henry was not as strong as him, so he said, "Don't drink it. Think about Maria and Dorothy. What will they do if they find out?"

Miller's grip loosened and the bottle fell to the ground.

He ran out of the door like crazy, ignoring the shouts behind him, jumped into a car and drove away quickly.

Those bastards are going to destroy his career and his family!
(End of this chapter)