The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 98 America's First True Love
William Morris Company Hall, Century City.

The signing ceremony between Dwayne Johnson and "S.W.A.T." is being held.

Leonard Goldberg and Johnson shook hands and took photos intimately at the makeshift signing table.

In an inconspicuous corner, Caroline, holding a Hermès, asked Hawke: "Country bumpkin, how much commission can you get this time?"

When Hawke saw her, he wanted to tease her: "Call me twice and I'll tell you."

Caroline wasn't fooled: "At most ten times as much as mine."

Hawke wouldn't tell her anyway, so he simply said, "If your other clients have serious problems, you can call me and I'll give you a commission."

"Can you please stop cursing me?" Caroline was unhappy.

Hawke understood: "I almost forgot that the PR fee you get every year is fixed."

Caroline became depressed when she thought that Hawke earned more from one order than she did in a year.

She felt worse than if she had lost $100,000.

The signing ceremony ends at this point and there will be a cocktail reception afterwards.

Hawke would not attend and went straight upstairs to the small conference room.

Caroline followed.

The two waited for a moment, and Johnson and Dani came in together.

The latter gave Hawke and Caroline a yacht invitation each, saying, "Dawn has rented a large yacht from the Santa Monica Yacht Company. We will go out to sea and party together this weekend. We have invited only our own friends, no outsiders."

Hawke asked, "Want to spend the night at sea?"

Johnson answered, "We'll leave early Saturday morning and come back Sunday afternoon. We'll go to the waters near Baja California. The water there is good and there are lots of fish. There's no one to bother us yet, so we can have a great time."

Hawke nodded: "I will definitely be there."

Miss Mee returned the invitation to Dani: "I'm going to Paris with Sarah Parker to attend the Lancome event this weekend."

She seemed a little crazy and finally sighed helplessly.

Hawke put away the invitation and added insult to injury: "See? This is the difference between cattle and horses and the boss."

"Cows and horses?" Caroline was confused.

Hawke said slowly: "They eat grass, do heavy work, and are on call 24 hours a day, seven days a week."

Caroline was depressed. Isn't this a description of her own working status?

Dani then said, "Before Dawn came in, he called the accountant, and your payment will be in your account soon."

Hearing about the money, Caroline perked up.

If you have money, you can buy, buy, buy.

Hawke didn't hit her again, talked to Johnson for a while, and received a call from the bank's business manager.

The other party told him that $85 had just arrived in his account.

Caroline also received a call.

Hawke then said goodbye.

Caroline followed from behind and said with her head held high: "I'm going to Rodeo Drive to shop, are you coming?"

Hawke slowed down his pace and walked with her: "Why did you ask me to go?"

Caroline finally found a way to be better than Hawke: "Because you are a country bumpkin who always looks unsophisticated, I will take you to a brand store and give you some free guidance..."

"Miss Baa." Hawke interrupted her: "I suggest you save more money."

Caroline wondered, this guy changed his gender? She asked, "Why?"

Hawke pointed at her delicately made-up face and said, "You wear heavy makeup every day, and your skin will soon have problems. Save some money for injections."

He had ulterior motives: “The beauty salon Sarah went to is good, you can ask her in advance.”

Caroline rolled her eyes. "Beverly Beauty Center? That's not a place I can afford to go to."

Hawke's conversation and bickering with her were all purposeful, and at this moment, just like usual, he seemed to be attacking Miss Mea: "Look at your eye bags, they can hardly be covered. When will Sarah go again? I strongly suggest you go with her, or you'll become an ugly freak with wrinkles all over your face before you're thirty."

Caroline touched the area under her eyes. "Is it that obvious? It's all caused by this damn job! I need a long vacation. November is too long. I'll go over there in the next few days to let someone take a look."

Hawke continued, “You need to get enough sleep.”

Caroline wanted to too, but Full Speed ​​PR's job was to serve Hollywood stars, who were constantly creating scandals 24 hours a day.

After going downstairs, Hawke got in his car and called Edward: "Collect information about Beverly Beauty Center in the next few days. Be careful not to be reckless and don't alarm them."

In the villa in Brentwood, Edward leaned against the head of the bed and stretched out his arm to answer the phone: "Got it."

Deborah on the other side was awakened from her sleep by the ringing of the phone. She turned over and pressed Edward down, saying, "Let's do it quickly before Indio comes."

Edward put away his phone and whispered something into Deborah's ear.

Deborah was embarrassed: "This is not good."

Edward said, "I'm so tired from last night till now that I haven't rested yet. I need a little stimulation."

Deborah had already been at odds with Donny, so she gritted her teeth and agreed.

She got up and went to the storage room, and soon came back with a large photo frame.

Edward quickly took it and hung it on the wall above the bed.

This is Donny and Deborah's wedding photo.

Inspired by the wedding photos, the two were full of energy.

It was not until noon that Edward drove out of the villa.

Although his back ached and his legs cramped, he suddenly felt refreshed all over.

On Edward's wrist, he wore the Jaeger-LeCoultre that Donny left in another house, he wore a handmade suit given by Deborah, he had the latest model of gold-studded Motorola in his pocket, and he even drove a brand new Cadillac.

There is no better way to be a winner in life than this.

…………

Century City Shopping Center, Beverly Hills.

Hawke ordered two more business suits at the store last time and also bought a few casual clothes.

As for cars, Mondeo is enough for now.

I also bought a few leather shoes and watches.

By the way, I also bought a swimsuit and sun protection clothing for use on weekends.

Hawke came out of the shopping mall and called Erica: "The yacht party has been scheduled. It will depart at 8 o'clock on Saturday morning and return on Sunday afternoon."

Erica responded, "Sure, I can coordinate the time. I've got the temporary fishing and hunting license. Let's have fun."

Hawke asked, "Shall I pick you up then?"

Erica said, "We'll meet at the dock."

She was obviously busy: "I'm going through the transfer procedures. See you on Saturday."

"See you Saturday." Hawke hung up the phone and drove to the safe house.

After applying makeup and changing his car, Hawke drove a Chevrolet to the Melrose Flea Market and bought some items for climbing and makeup.

There are also people selling monitoring devices and miniature cameras here.

But Hawke didn't touch it. In his memory of his previous life, the FBI often used this kind of equipment to fish, and from time to time some unlucky people would take the bait.

Similar equipment can be purchased on the black market in Tijuana, and it is much safer than here.

The threat there is not FBI fishing, but gangsters robbing gangsters.

In the afternoon, Hawke drove into Beverly Hills again and found the Beverly Beauty Center.

This professional medical beauty institution is located on Burton Road and claims to have the most advanced medical beauty and cosmetic surgery technology in the world today.

Hawke specifically asked Caroline, most Hollywood actresses have had plastic surgery, and many male stars are also frequent patients of medical beauty.

Hollywood has tacitly kept silent on this point.

Hawke observed here for a while and found that there were almost no customers coming.

The clients of Beverly Beauty Center are basically Hollywood stars, and they do not accept ordinary customers.

Hawke took photos from different angles, but when he saw nothing, he drove away.

When he changed back into his attire and prepared to return to Fountain Street, he received a text message from Megan Taylor.

"I'll go to your house at 12 o'clock tonight."

Hawke drove back quickly to clean up.

After Edward moved out, Hawke, his kind-hearted boss, gave him a few days off.

The studio is a bit messy because no one cleans it.

When Hawke finished cleaning, the sun had already set, so he drove out for dinner and bought some for a midnight snack.

Tonight, a lot of physical energy will definitely be consumed.

At about eight o'clock, Frank crossed Fountain Street, hoping to get a free drink.

Hawke simply gave him a can of beer and tried to get rid of him.

Frank leaned against the door and looked Hawke up and down: "Tell me the truth, what do you want to do tonight? Are you going to mess with people or cause trouble again?" Hawke told the truth: "Only mess with people, not trouble."

Frank didn't believe it: "You used steel wool to mess with someone that night, but you didn't call me. Do you want to have it all to yourself this time?"

"It's not this kind of thing." Hawke was helpless and said directly: "Running friends should come over to exercise together."

Frank picked up his beer and walked out. He looked up and pointed at the south-facing window of the bedroom. He said to Hawke, "Don't draw the curtains tonight. Let me see your level."

Hawke gave him a middle finger: "I'm afraid you'll feel inferior."

"I'm serious." The King of Forces took over Frank's mind again: "I have had sex with at least hundreds of female celebrities and models. I have rich experience and superb skills. If I teach you a little bit, you will benefit a lot."

Hawke resisted the urge to beat up the pretender and launched a verbal attack: "Teach Edward this. He is obsessed with your ex-wives. Do your ex-wives still have your wedding photos?"

Frank suffers a fatal blow, forcing the King of Kings to go offline and the Depressed to come online.

The old man lowered his head, carrying a bottle of beer, and crossed the road alone. Under the street light, his long shadow was cast, and he looked both pitiful and helpless.

Hawke hurried upstairs and closed the curtains on the master bedroom windows. He was relieved after making sure they were thick and light-proof.

On the opposite side, Frank climbed to the top of the RV, raised his telescope to look, and was so angry that he cursed Fuck and Scrooge several times.

Just before twelve o'clock, a black sedan turned into Fountain Street.

Megan Taylor pulled up behind the familiar Mondeo and called Hawke.

Hawke on the rooftop was observing the surroundings, and after making sure there was no tail, he let her in.

After entering the door, Mei Gen wanted to rush over, but suddenly he remembered the video he had seen, in which those unlucky guys were electrocuted and knocked down in this house, so he quickly stopped.

She looked around: "Will I get an electric shock?"

Hawke said deliberately: "If you want, I can help."

Megan walked forward cautiously.

“I turned them all off,” Hawke said.

Megan pounced directly on him.

The two went to the first floor first and then to the second floor.

Megan was having a little fun and wanted to go to the top floor to try in the early morning, but was stopped by Hawke.

Hawke knew very well that the bored bastard in the parking lot across the street was most likely observing this side with a telescope.

While playing poker, he took the time to stretch out a hand from the gap in the curtains and raised his middle finger to the outside.

The sound of steel balls hitting the ground could be heard on the pavement of Fountain Street.

Frank, the old guy, took away Hawk's ordinary slingshot.

Meghan was curious and asked, "What happened?"

Hawke whispered in her ear, "There's a jerk in the parking lot across the street right now, trying to peek through binoculars, but he can't see anything."

Maybe because she had watched too many secretly filmed videos, Megan became even more excited after hearing Hawke's words.

The next morning, Megan did not leave. She ate a fast food breakfast and said to Hawke, "I'll leave at half past ten and go directly to the Fox Television Center."

Hawke brought her a glass of milk and stood by the window, pointing to Megan: "The old man sitting on the side of the road, begging with an ashtray in front of him, don't pay attention to him when you go out."

Meghan understood as soon as she heard it: “The man from last night?”

Hawke said simply, "A bad friend."

At this time, a Cadillac drove over and stopped on the side of the road.

Edward, dressed in a new look, got out of the car and walked towards the studio door.

Hawke went over to open the door, let someone in first, closed the door and asked, "Savior, did you just save the universe?"

"I said I didn't want it and kept refusing." Edward seemed to be being reserved, but in fact he was showing off: "But Deborah insisted on buying it for me, and I had no choice."

Megan asked, "Deborah? Donny's widow Deborah?"

Edward then noticed Megan, smiled and greeted her, and said, "Deborah is my girlfriend now."

For the first time, Megan felt like her brain wasn't enough.

Hawke said, "It's normal for men and women to love each other."

Edward then handed the information he brought to Hawke: "Boss, here's what you want."

Hawke is next.

Megan will never forget the news: "You guys are going to make news?"

Hawke put the information into the filing cabinet and said, "Don't ask what it is yet. It's just a little preliminary preparation."

Edward came, and Megan didn't plan to stay here any longer. She drank the milk that Hawke prepared for her, rinsed her mouth, put on her things, went out and got in the car to go to the Fox Center.

Hawke took out the information and started looking through it.

Most of the information Edward collected was public information.

Hawke flipped through the pages for a while, then opened his laptop and found the photos he had taken yesterday.

He said to Edward, "I have a long-term mission for you. When we are not working, you go to the Beverly Beauty Center and observe which direction their customers walk when they come out. Which places nearby are good for filming? If our target comes out, how can we capture his true appearance?"

Edward scratched his head. "The first few items are easy, but the last one is a bit difficult. It's too brain-intensive. I can't handle it."

Hawke said, “Do what you can first.”

Edward asked, "Boss, who are we going to get?"

"Sarah Parker," Hawke said simply, "She's a customer of the Beverly Beauty Center and will be getting injections in a few months."

Edward held up two fingers. "We've sold news about Sarah twice. Are we planning on doing it for the third time? Will we shear her until she's bald?"

Hawke would not tell him that the real target was Bro Derek, and only asked: "I asked you to pay attention to the relationship between Sarah and her husband. How are they doing recently?"

Edward said: "They are still very affectionate in public, this love is too abnormal."

It is precisely this deformed love that Hawke wants to take advantage of.

There are all kinds of perverts in Hollywood, but Bro's love for Sarah is truly great.

America’s first true love.

After Hawke finished reading the information, he asked Edward to continue collecting it, and reminded him, "I'm going out to sea this weekend. I'll leave you my satellite phone contact information. You can call me if there's any emergency."

Edward agreed, and suddenly an idea came to his mind: should he buy a bouquet of flowers and take Deborah and Indio to the cemetery to see Donny on the weekend?
We should at least say thank you for Donny's villa and inheritance on his grave, right?
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The Santa Monica Yacht Club Marina was already busy in the early morning hours.

A tanker truck was parked in front of a huge white yacht, refueling it.

Two vans drove up from the other side, and the crew operated the crane to load a large amount of food and wine onto the ship.

Johnson's outsourced catering team loaded food onto the ship.

There was also a fishing tackle company that sent us fishing rods.

The tanker truck driver, a Mexican, was leaning against the pier guardrail.

The second mate, who was also of Mexican descent, joined him in talking.

The driver looked at the yacht in the distance and said, "This trip is the same as before. They are going south, right?"

The second mate said, "This is the most popular route for the club's charter trips, and it is also our safest cargo transportation route."

The driver wholeheartedly agreed: "It's much safer than the mules that travel overland."

"Because celebrities' ships, even if they encounter the Coast Guard or DEA's marine patrol, they won't check. At most, they will ask a few questions over the radio." The second mate has done this many times and has a lot of experience: "Are you sure you want to take action this time?"

The driver said, "The cargo is ready and still on the offshore supply ship. It will be delivered to the ship when refueling at night. You have to bring people to pick it up in person."

The second mate said casually, "I have always been responsible for refueling and replenishment. Every time there is a nighttime replenishment, I lead the team to watch over it. Including the first mate, nearly half of the people on the ship have received money from me. People are greedy and will cooperate if there is money to be made."

In the past, they took advantage of Hollywood stars renting yachts to go out to sea, and when they restocked at sea at night, they smuggled goods to Los Angeles, and there had never been any problems.

The driver said, "Your share will be deposited into your Credit Suisse account tomorrow."

"Well, I should go back." The second mate walked towards the yacht.

He was in a very good mood. He thought that if he did it a few more times, he would be able to achieve financial freedom, leave America and live in Switzerland.

As long as he secretly leaves North America, the Mule Gang will be unable to do anything to him.

After the fuel was refueled, the driver drove away first in the tanker truck.

The second mate negotiated with the other vehicles for a few more words, went on board to check, called his trusted men and asked them to bring all the prepared Evian mineral water on board.

He came to the cockpit and waited until dawn to hand over to the captain and the first mate.

He is in charge of all the work on the ship at night.

As soon as the sky got light, the captain and the first mate rushed over and started preheating the engine.

When the sun rose, luxury cars drove into the dock parking lot one after another, and Johnson and Danny and his wife were the first to board the boat.

The latter also chatted with the captain for a while and confirmed the itinerary again.

A little after 7:30, Hawke drove into the dock parking lot, and less than two minutes later, Erica's Cherokee turned in.

The two men each pulled a suitcase and boarded the yacht rented by Johnson.

(End of this chapter)