The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 99: Do something big

The white yacht rushed out of the dock area and entered the vast Pacific Ocean. The ship, which was over 200 feet long, suddenly became small.

In the spacious hall, Hawke and Johnson introduced everyone one by one.

Erica and Danny go without saying.

Katherine and Eric were invited by Johnson.

There was also a mother and daughter who were almost cast in the same mold, Alison and Joanna Firth, whom Hawke had met at the premiere of The Scorpion King.

In addition, an 18-year-old actress named Lauren Hashian is Danny's client. It seems that the two have a very good relationship and she came at Danny's invitation.

Then there is the team of chefs hired by Johnson.

Except for Erica, the others were either from the entertainment industry or had close ties with it. The topic always revolved around Johnson's new film and the new album Alison was preparing.

Hawke listened to it specially and asked Joanna a few questions: "Is the album preparation going smoothly?"

Before Joanna boarded the ship, she heard Johnson talk about the competition for the male lead. He answered seriously, "All the songs for the new album are ready. Recording has already begun. The MV for the first hit single is also being planned. You know Alison's situation. It's not easy to become popular again. The record company is limited and cannot compare to Sony, Universal and Warner."

Hawke asked a few more questions: "What route is Alison going to take when she returns?"

"Sexy style." Joanna turned her head and looked at her daughter who was lying in front of the window.

Alison wore a belly-baring T-shirt on the upper body and a pair of hip-length ripped denim shorts on the lower body, which highlighted her figure.

Although this girl is only 18 years old, she has developed quite maturely.

Joanna added: "Do you have a better way to become popular again?"

Hawke thought for a moment and said, "Well, when you go back, give me a copy of Alison and your detailed information. I'll take a look at it first. If I can think of a good solution, I'll contact you."

He added in advance: “I charge a lot.”

Joanna glanced at her daughter as if she were looking at a cash cow: “As long as she can become popular, money is not a problem.”

On the other side, the Johnsons were discussing each other's new movies with Eric.

Hawke originally wanted to chat for a while, but seeing that Erica was quite bored, he ended his chat with Joanna, came to her side, and looked at the sea view outside the window together.

He said: "They are all in Hollywood and its surrounding areas, and the topic is inseparable from the entertainment industry."

Erica smiled and said, "It's quite interesting to hear you guys talk about these topics. I've studied Steve Nutter and Dwayne Johnson carefully and found that you are really amazing."

Hawke pretended to be surprised: "You discovered all this."

Erica was not modest at all: "Because I am also very good. In this police detective recruitment exam, I ranked first."

She lowered her voice and said, "Let's not talk about Johnson. Your actions in the Steve Nutter incident can be included in the textbooks."

Hawke said calmly: "I signed a confidentiality agreement and can't say anything."

Erica no longer mentioned this matter, but based on the information she had gathered from various sources, she inferred that Steve's wife must have cheated on him.

“Your job is interesting,” she said.

Hawke said tentatively, "We often have to wash black into white."

Erica, however, is not the kind of righteous policewoman in the movies. Instead, she said, "Do you know what the LAPD is best at?"

Hawke said, "Empty the magazine?"

"No." Erica lowered her voice even more: "Wash the black into white."

Catherine came over at this time and interrupted the two of them: "Hawke, I heard that you introduced a very beautiful actress to the crew?"

Hawke casually said, "A friend wants to try what it's like to act."

Eric followed over: "Not bad talent."

Catherine glanced over and Eric stopped talking.

There was a whistle outside; it was a Coast Guard ship passing nearby.

This type of large luxury yacht is rarely subject to spot inspections, and the two sides had a brief exchange of views via radio.

The second mate even came over and asked Johnson to talk to the Coast Guard.

He smiled and said, "This way we can save a lot of trouble during our trip."

Johnson, who has cultivated a friendly and humorous public persona, agreed immediately and exchanged a few words with the Coast Guard over the radio.

The Coast Guard reminded people to be careful and the patrol boat quickly left.

In the afternoon, the yacht arrived at the first reserved area.

Hawke returned to the room, changed into sun protection clothing, and took out his fishing and hunting slingshot.

There was a knock on the door from outside. Erica, who lived across the street, came in quickly, covered in clothes: "Not done yet?"

Hawke found the recorder Megan gave him, put it on his shoulder, and put on a pair of sunglasses: "Let's go."

When the two men came out, Eric and Johnson had already taken their fishing rods and were ready to start fishing on the front deck.

Johnson saw the two men walking toward the back deck and shouted, "Aren't you fishing?"

Hawke had already asked the crew and said, "Let's take a speedboat to the island."

On the rear deck, the crew put the speedboat into the water and another crew member sat in the driving seat.

Hawke boarded the boat from the back of the deck, and Erica was no slower than him and also boarded the speedboat.

The sea is three feet high in waves even when there is no wind. The feeling on a small boat and on a large ship is completely different.

Erica asked, "You're from Wyoming, so you won't get seasick, right?"

Hawke asked back, "Will you?"

Erica said, "I often go out on a boat before work." She looked at the compass on the diving watch and pointed to the small island on the left to the crew: "Go to the southwest side of the island. I remember the water there is clear and there are many fish."

On the back deck, Alison, in a bikini, called out, "Hey, can you guys take me one?"

Erica glanced at her. The girl's swimsuit was basically just three strings. She said, "Sorry, the seat is full."

Hawke said to the crew, "Sail."

The speedboat rushed out and quickly circled to the southwest side of the island. Perhaps due to the tide, the water quality was excellent today and you could see the reefs below while sitting on the boat.

There are also schools of small fish near the reef.

The harpoon could not be fired too deep, so Erica asked the crew to slow down and move to an area where the reef was closer to the water surface.

Hawke stared at the water, searching for any sign of fish.

Erica looked the other way.

Hawke reminded him, "I've tried it. Within 30 meters, it can only hit centimeters underwater at most. It won't be very powerful if it's deeper."

When it comes to this, whether you catch fish or not is secondary; what’s important is the process.

He deliberately turned on the recorder on his chest and asked Erica: "Do you mind?"

Erica said, "Don't spread it."

Hawke nodded: "Of course."

Erica pointed to the stern of the boat: "Over there."

There were some upper-layer fish on the water surface, swimming over from a distance.

Hawke hung the harpoon and saw a fish approaching the water surface. Feeling that the distance was right, he pulled the rubber band. The harpoon pulled the fishing line and shot out like a sharp arrow, splashing into the water.

The reel on his wrist was spinning rapidly, and it was obvious that something was pulling it out.

Hawke flipped over and grabbed the fishing line, pulling it back with all his strength.

Erica asked, "Did you hit it?"

Water has refraction, which is different from what you see with the naked eye, so Hawke practiced on this for a while.

As he pulled the fishing line with both hands, a mackerel over 30 centimeters long was pulled out of the water.

"A good start!" Hawke pulled the fish into the boat and took off the harpoon.

Erica took the fish and pulled out a knife: "If you want to eat it, you need to bleed it to keep it fresh."

The crew hauled up a bucket of water.

Hawke had never played this game before, so he asked, "Which part should I bleed?"

"Watch this." Erica inserted a knife into the back of the fish's gills, stirred it a few times, and threw the fish into the bucket. The blood splashed on her gloves. She wiped it casually with a towel and put the knife back into the sheath at her waist.

Some of the mackerels that were scared away just now swam back.
Hawke pointed and said, "It's your turn this time."

Erica pulled the rubber band apart, and after a loud bang, the sea surface splashed up, and the second mackerel was pulled into the boat by her.

Hawke took the knife from her waist and bled the fish.

As the harpoons continued to fly out, a large area of blood was flowing under the feet of the couple.

Most of them were mackerel, and this slingshot couldn't reach fish in deep water.

The largest of them was a bonito.

Erica pointed to the rocks on the shore of the island and said, "Look over there, there seem to be pelicans."

Hawke had no interest in the pelican and looked up at the sky: "Is that the one circling, a bald eagle?"

Erica saw that this guy was as wild as she was, and reminded him, "This thing can't be killed. It's under protection."

She waited for the crew to clean up the fish and lowered her voice: "One day, the two of us will go out with a shotgun and shoot one to see what it tastes like."

Hawke gave her a thumbs up: "Good idea."

Erica said again: "This time you asked me to go fishing, next time, I will ask you to go to Florida to hunt alligators." "No problem." Hawke felt that the wind was a little strong: "Let's return."

This thing is just for fun, but once the novelty wears off, it's just average. Erica sat down next to Hawke, and the speedboat returned.

Johnson and Eric saw the two men coming back and ran to the back deck to see their catch.

Eric looked through it and saw that it was all shallow fish, and said, "Dawn and I caught a few groupers."

Hawke smiled and said, "The fun of fishing and hunting lies in the process, not in the fish."

Katherine, who was a burly woman, came over in her swimsuit and said, "Whatever Hawke said makes sense. You are far inferior to him in your mouth."

Hawke handed the bucket of fish to the crew member: "Send it to the kitchen and let the chef watch over the extra food."

The weather at sea changes quickly. The wind is getting stronger and stronger, so everyone returns to the hall.

The yacht continued to sail south.

In the evening, the yacht prepared a sumptuous meal and kicked off the celebration party.

Johnson announced at the party: "We are heading to Guadalupe Island in Mexico tonight. Now is the mating season for great white sharks. Guadalupe Island is a tourist destination for watching great white sharks."

Hawke deliberately joked: "Are you covered in blood and going down to the sea to watch?"

Johnson replied seriously, "If you want to go this way, I won't stop you." He added, "Refuel once in the early morning, and we will be on Guadalcanal when we wake up tomorrow."

It was getting late. In the cockpit, the captain, who had been watching all day, was going to rest. As in the past, he let the first mate be on duty in the cockpit at night.

He then asked the second mate: "Where is the tanker?"

The second mate replied, "They will meet us around 2 a.m. I'll wait for them in the back." He smiled and said, "We have been working together for many years, so there won't be any problems."

The captain went back with peace of mind and drank the Evian mineral water on the ship, but soon felt sleepy.

The cockpit door was closed, and for the time being only the first and second officers were inside.

The first mate said, "This time I want to add another $5 to the original amount."

The second mate did not answer, but asked: "Did you go to the private card game again? I have already advised you that it is a bottomless pit. You should save your money and you will be able to retire soon."

The first mate didn't respond, but asked the same question: "Will you give it to me?"

The second mate felt that something was not right: "You didn't borrow money from a loan shark?"

The first mate just looked at him.

"Okay!" The second mate calmed him down temporarily: "I'll give it to you after we get ashore."

The first mate said, "Remember what you said."

The second mate pretended to be doing good for you: "Don't gamble anymore, pay off the loan sharks, and let's work together for a few more years. We will be financially independent soon."

The first mate was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly.

The second mate was not sure whether he could listen to him, but at least he calmed the man down.

When he left the cockpit, he was thinking about how to replace the first mate after this incident.

The solution is not difficult. The Mule Gang already has some influence in Los Angeles. Just cause a car accident and break someone's legs and arms.

After the second mate left, the first mate picked up the intercom and called for help. Not long after, a tall and strong white crew member entered the cockpit.

The first mate asked, "O'Reilly, I asked you to contact them privately, how is it going?"

O'Reilly's smile was slightly grim. "The three subordinates recruited by the second mate were all willing to work for him. They didn't make much money following the second mate, as most of the money was taken by the second mate. The second mate was too stingy, and he ate meat while others could only barely get a little soup."

He then asked, "Boss, can you find a sales channel?"

The first mate said, "I know a fellow at the card game, and he's looking for a piece of merchandise."

O'Reilly added: "I have arranged everything. All the people on night shift tonight are ours."

The first mate thought about it for a moment and said, "Let's look at the quantity of the goods first. If it's small, just bear with it for now. We can only do one ticket, and it must be a large one."

Money can be very tempting, especially for someone like him who works on a luxury yacht surrounded by wealthy people, but whose salary is limited, so it's easy for him to have distorted perceptions.

O'Reilly asked, "What about the guests on board? They hired their own chef team, so we can't help them."

The first and second mates had dealt with similar situations before: "As usual, we waited until the party was over and delivered bottled water to each of their rooms so that they could have a good night's sleep. I consulted a pharmacist poker friend and learned that if the dosage was well controlled, the side effects would be almost unnoticeable. Even if some individuals had some side effects, they would regard it as an discomfort on the ship at sea."

"I'm going to get ready now." O'Reilly went out.

Not only the passengers on the ship, but also the captain who does not have to work the night shift, sleeps soundly every time on the ship.

The captain felt that he was born to belong to the sea.

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The party had just ended in the banquet hall of the yacht.

Hawke was looking for a napkin to wipe his hands when Alison, wearing a low-cut camisole, suddenly appeared from the side.

She leaned over to take something from the table, her collar falling down, and said to Hawke, "It's clear outside. Let's go to the top floor to watch the stars together in the early morning?"

Hawke took a quick look at the girl. Although she looked young, her outfit was sexy and mature.

If he really got involved with such a person, it would mean countless troubles. He pointed to Erica who had just left the banquet hall and directly refused: "I have a female companion."

Alison stuck out her tongue and twirled it in a quick circle before walking away.

She didn't go back to her room, but went to the kitchen.

Hawke had a feeling this girl would be easy to fuck.

He left the ballroom and went up the stairs to the second deck.

Erica had already opened the door and was standing at the door. When she saw Hawke coming over, she waved, "Good night, see you tomorrow."

Hawke was not in a hurry and said, "See you tomorrow."

A crew member turned around the stairs and came to deliver water.

Each room has two bottles of Evian mineral water.

Hawke took the water and suddenly remembered Alison's invitation. He started to pull again: "The wind has stopped outside. Let's go to see the stars in the early morning?"

Erica responded, "Okay."

"I'll call you then." Hawke opened the door and went back to the room.

Erica also went back.

Hawke casually placed the mineral water on the cabinet at the door, walked into the room, looked carefully at the locker door, opened it, took out a bottle of water from the suitcase, and slowly drank it.

This is the water prepared by Johnson's team of chefs.

Upstairs in the master bedroom, Danny opened a bottle of Evian and took a few sips.

Johnson came out of the bathroom and she handed him the other bottle.

Johnson took it and was about to drink it, but suddenly remembered that during the audition, Hawke stopped him from drinking the bottled water provided by the crew. He couldn't help but look down, because this water was not the brand he purchased.

Although he felt that Hawke was sometimes too cautious, Johnson benefited from these successive actions, so he screwed on the lid, threw the water aside, and said to Dani, "Isn't there water we brought in the room?"

Dani took the water that the chef team brought to the room, threw it to Johnson, and said, "You have been influenced by Hawke and are too cautious."

Johnson thought about the process of taking down the leading man and said, "It's better to hit someone than to be hit by someone."

Dany was dissatisfied: "You seem to have other meanings in your words."

Johnson smiled and said, "It's just the literal meaning, nothing more."

On the second floor, Hawke took a short nap and woke up on time in the early morning. He went into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. When he was about to go across the street to call Erica, there was a knock on the door from outside.

He leaned over to look through the peephole and opened the door.

Erica came in wearing a black coat and said, "Are you ready? Let's go see the stars."

Hawke went to get his clothes: "I was just about to call you."

Erica said, "I will come naturally if we make an appointment. I can't keep you waiting."

Hawke put on his coat and took out his fishing slingshot. He said, "There seems to be a fish-attracting light on the yacht. After we watch the stars, we will try some night fishing."

"Good idea." Erica returned to the room and got her own set of equipment.

Hawke unplugged the charging recorder and wore it on his shoulder.

Thinking of looking at the stars, I took out a telescope.

The two closed the door, went up the stairs, and tiptoed to the top deck.

The afternoon wind had died down, the clouds had long since dispersed, and the sky was dotted with stars, like gems hanging in the night sky.

The two walked towards the front of the deck and suddenly noticed two figures at the front of the top deck.

One was standing holding onto the guardrail, while the other was crouching in front of him.

Hawke and Erica stopped at the same time.

The two people in front also saw them.

With the help of the starlight, moonlight and the lights on the lower deck of the ship, Hawke recognized who the two men were.

The person standing there seemed to be a young chef from the kitchen team.

The one squatting is Alison Faith.