The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 85: Use all-purpose glue to seal the valve and steel wool to block the exhaust pipe
Suttle Mountain Shooting Range, outdoor training ground.

A red Coke can was hanging in the air under a horizontal bar. Hawke stood more than 20 meters away, pulled the slingshot he bought last time, and shot out a steel ball without almost aiming.

With a crisp sound, the empty can deflated.

"Okay!" Johnson shouted, grabbed a steel ball, stuffed it into the bullet bag, pulled the rubber band of the slingshot, and shot it out with a whoosh.

The can didn't move at all.

Hawke took out a few steel balls and fired them continuously, smashing the cans directly.

Johnson shook his head and grabbed the shotgun next to him: "This one suits me."

Hawke made way, and Johnson held the gun with both hands, aiming and shooting.

With a bang, white smoke rose and the can was knocked away.

Hawke put the slingshot into his waist bag, took the pistol from the table, aimed it at another can and pulled the trigger.

All the bullets were used up and only the top of the can was left.

Johnson couldn't help but say: "You are good with a gun and you are good with your body. I really want to hire you as a coach. The next role I want to compete for is good with a gun."

Hawke removed the magazine, reloaded it, and said, "I'm well paid."

"I know." Johnson pointed to the southeast: "The St. Joseph's Hospital incident, at least hundreds of thousands of dollars, right?"

After all, he had helped Johnson with secret filming, so he could guess it. Hawke was not surprised. Of course, he would not say it explicitly, but just smiled.

"You are really good at image management. I have never seen you better than you." Johnson asked seriously, "Hawke, don't worry about other people's opinions. From your perspective, which route is best for me?"

Hawke said: "I am a layman in film production, so I can only give some subjective opinions."

He recalled carefully: "Dwayne, you are a big guy, and you prefer action movies. But you are different from Stallone and Schwarzenegger. You laugh in a very kind way and have a sense of humor. I personally think comedy action movies are more suitable for you."

Johnson considered: "Comedy action? Jack Chan?"

Hawke thought for a moment and said, "You can refer to the comedy elements, but forget about the action. Jack Chen is the god of war in the furniture store, and your style is more suitable for a head-on confrontation."

Johnson thought about it and realized that it was true, so he asked, "What else?"

Hawke told the truth: "I don't know more than that. I'm not an expert in this area."

The two men put away their guns and slingshots and walked back together.

Johnson said as he walked, "I will be competing for a leading man who is good with guns recently. The success of The Scorpion King has given me confidence, but if I want to get the role, it will not be enough to rely on these. The competition in Hollywood is very fierce, and all kinds of tricks are emerging. I may need your help then."

At this moment, Hawke suddenly thought of high-level competition, such as beating with clubs and administering laxatives.

"You can call me anytime." Hawke certainly wouldn't push the business away: "Can you tell me what movie it is?"

Johnson shook his head: "Not yet, I signed a confidentiality agreement with someone and cannot disclose it for the time being."

He still revealed a little: "It's a police and gangster action theme."

Hawke and Johnson went to an indoor shooting range.

…………

In West Los Angeles, a BMW 7 turned onto Manning Road and stopped on the side of the road.

Megan got out of the car carrying her handbag and entered a nearby styling studio.

A female stylist was already waiting at the door and took her into the VIP room to do her hair.

Diagonally opposite the styling studio, a white young man named Pedro came out of the alley, crossed the not-so-wide road, turned onto the sidewalk, and walked towards the studio.

After returning from Santa Clara yesterday, he went to the Fox Center and waited there for half the night until Megan Taylor came out.

Pedro didn't dare attack Megan at the time, but he wrote down her car and license plate number.

Even if he can't afford to offend him, he will still help his brother vent his anger.

Being exposed by "Midnight Entertainment" was also an important reason why Louis and others were sentenced severely.

Pedro walked quickly forward, and when he approached the BMW, he quickly took out three keys from his pocket, pinched them between his fingers, pressed them hard against the car body, and moved forward.

A harsh friction sound was heard, and the key moved across the rear of the car, the rear door, the front door, and finally to the front of the car.

Pedro looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to this side.

He went around to the other side of the car and did the same thing.

On both sides of the BMW, there were six obvious scratches on the originally shiny paint.

Pedro put away the keys, walked quickly forward, whistling a cheerful tune, returned to the alley from which he came, drove a broken car, and quickly left the area.

The whistle became louder and louder, and then he laughed happily, his mouth almost split to his ears.

At this moment, Pedro felt that he was the most loyal one, and it was really difficult to judge Henry.

Manning Road.

After a long time, Megan walked out with her newly done hair loose, in a happy mood.

Recently, the ratings of "Midnight Entertainment" have been ranked first on Channel 11, even surpassing the prime-time "Ace News".

As soon as Megan came out of the studio door, her good mood disappeared.

The BMW 7 I just bought this year has some terrible scratches on the paint, revealing the color of the car body.

Megan immediately took out the pepper spray Hawke had given her from her bag and retreated to the studio door while checking the surroundings.

No suspicious persons were found.

The VIP client encountered trouble, and the studio staff came over to inquire.

Megan then called the police.

But there was no surveillance nearby, and the LAPD couldn't find anyone when they arrived.

Megan remembered what Hawke said and expressed her guess to the police.

Afterwards, I reported to the company.

Fox immediately sent someone over to have serious negotiations with the LAPD.

Fox Television Network takes this kind of thing very seriously. If it doesn't respond, how will its employees be able to report news in the future?
…………When it got dark, Hawke drove the Mondeo back to the studio.

As always, the car was parked on the side of the road close to the house to ensure that it could be captured by the hidden surveillance camera.

Hawke collected several bags and carried them into the house.

When the light was turned on, a figure was seen sitting in the darkness.

Hawke pulled out his pistol immediately.

Edward just remembered and fell to the ground in fear, shouting, "Boss, don't shoot, it's me!"

Hawke put away his gun: "Why didn't you make any noise when you opened the door?"

Edward quickly got up: "I fell asleep, and just opened my eyes when I heard the noise, and you came in."

Hawke put the two bags away and asked, "Any gains today?"

Edward shook his head. "I received three tips, paid $60, and didn't get anything valuable."

Thinking of the appointment on the weekend, he asked for leave in advance: "Boss, I have an appointment with Indio Downey to go to Brentwood Park on Saturday..."

Hawke heard the familiar name: "Robert Downey Jr.'s son?"

"Yes, it's him." Edward briefly recounted what happened yesterday: "I have found a breakthrough."

"Go ahead." Hawke generously gave the Savior a day off.

Hawke thought it was a good thing that his top subordinate could sleep with Squid's widow, spend the money left by Squid, and beat up Squid's son.

Edward saw Hawke was thinking about it, so he waited for a long time before he said weakly, "Boss, um... can I stay for one night?"

Hawke came back to his senses, looked Edward up and down, and asked, "You and Nicole are done so soon?"

Edward looked up at the ceiling, with a sad look as if his love was gone: "Love always comes quickly and goes quickly."

Hawke handed him a can of beer: "Don't be too sad."

Edward opened the wine, took a sip, and felt refreshed: "I won't be sad because I have a new goal."

He taught the rookie in the tone of an experienced person: "Boss, you must believe my words. Don't stay with one woman for too long. Believe that the next one will be good, and the next one will be better."

Hawke gave him a thumbs up: "I believe you."

The lights came on here, attracting Frank over.

Hawke brought some dried fruits, snacks and beer, and the three of them ate and drank while chatting.

It was not until 11 o'clock that Frank, after having a good meal and a few drinks, put two cans of beer in his pocket and staggered out.

Hawke closed the door, activated the night security, and went upstairs to take a shower.

Edward lay on his side and turned off the lights early.

Hawke glanced out the window.

In the parking lot across the road, Frank's RV's lights were still on.

Hawke took out the slingshot, stood in front of the window and tried it, intending to hit Frank's car window, but the distance was too far and the steel ball fell on the open space.

It was too late, so Hawke put down his slingshot, turned off the lights and went to sleep.

In a junked car on Fountain Street, Pedro saw the lights at West Coast Studios turned off and began to move his hands and feet.

After waiting for several hours, I can finally start.

Pedro took out a tube of super glue and a bag of steel wool, opened them and put them in his pocket.

He didn't dare to set up that studio.

Several of Henry's companions had told him how terrible the house was.

Pedro waited for a while, and when even the street lights went out, he quietly got off the car.

It was quiet all around, with not a single passerby.

Pedro crouched and trotted to the Mondeo, took out the super glue and smeared it on the wheel valve, then went around to the back of the car and took out the steel wool.

He found the exhaust pipe, held the back of the car with one hand, and used the other hand to forcefully stuff a steel wool into it.

The Mondeo shook and the car alarm went off.

The sound was unusually harsh on a quiet night.

Pedro cursed in his heart, this pervert actually installed an alarm!
He turned around and ran away.

Hawke was awakened immediately by the sound of the alarm. He got out of bed and went to the window, just in time to see a guy getting up and trying to run.

He opened the window, grabbed the slingshot on the windowsill, stuffed it with steel balls and started shooting.

The two sides are only twenty meters apart.

With a whoosh, the steel ball hit Pedro on the back of his neck.

Pedro's eyes went dark and he turned his head subconsciously. He seemed to hear the sound of wind in his ears and felt a sharp pain in his forehead.

A flower of blood exploded on his head.

There were two more whooshing sounds, and Pedro was hit on the forehead and one side of his nose.

Blood was flowing and he felt dazed. He lost his balance and fell to the ground.

The door was pushed open and Edward rushed in: "Boss?"

Hawke pointed downward.

Edward picked up a bat and ran downstairs.

Hawke took the gun from the bedside and shouted outside: "Don't move, or I'll shoot."

Pedro covered his head, turned around and looked. In the moonlight he saw a black muzzle of a gun and immediately raised his hand.

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