The Wolf of Los Angeles

East Los Angeles, Covenna.

Walking on the Central Street, Hawke looked at the newly paved asphalt pavement and smelled the faint smell in the air, and said to Brian: "It's very efficient. How long has it been since I came here? It's been a big change."

Brian accompanied Hawke forward and said as he walked, "A newcomer who has just entered politics, his reputation is very important and he must maintain the trust of his voters."

The two walked towards Citrus Square in the middle of Central Avenue.

Along the way, all the citizens of Kovina met took the initiative to say hello to Brian.

The new mayor is in a honeymoon period with Kovina.

Hawke said, "Since you say, after the novice period, is credibility no longer important?"

Brian shrugged: "Being in politics, lying is a basic skill. A politician can't even lie, he can only say that he is not qualified."

He was very impressed: "This society is so realistic, and the temporary promises of politicians are affected by many factors, and there will always be times when they cannot be realized."

Hawke didn't refute, and followed him to Citrus Square.

Behind the two, Edward drove the bulletproof Mercedes-Benz, following him at a distance and not far or near, his eyes dripping around and sweeping past the pedestrians from time to time.

Brian looked back at the Mercedes-Benz sedan and said, "Always let the car and bodyguards follow you. The more wealth you have, the less courage you are."

But Hawke said, "In the past, there was nothing but a bad life. Of course I was not afraid. Now it's different. Apart from this life, there is still a lot of money. If a person dies and hasn't spent all his money, wouldn't it be a loss? ”

Brian felt it made sense and said, "Don't worry, Kovina's security has always been very good."

Inexplicably, the leader of the Curse God Cult is online: "There can't be street fighting in such places."

"Shut up!" Hawke became angry as soon as he heard this, and warned him seriously: "How many times have you said this? You can't say such words, especially from your mouth."

Brian spread his hands: "Erika didn't come again, what are you afraid of?"

Hawke glanced at him coldly: "I'm afraid of your mouth! Brian Crow's mouth!"

While talking, the two came to Citrus Square, where the Citrus Festival will be held next week.

Brian stood on the side of the road, pointed to the square and said, "This time, I contacted fifty manufacturers to come to participate in the Citrus Festival, which is the largest in Kovina's history."

"It's not bad, it's also a political achievement." Hawke said casually: "It can further win the support of the constituency."

Brian asked him: "Twitter will hold an online event then?"

Hawke thought for a moment, "You have someone come to Twitter to discuss."

Some workers in work clothes, carrying packaging bags or carrying material buckets, passed by from a distance and came to the square, becoming busy.

Several of them were looking far away on Hawke and Brian.

They seemed to be busy working, but in fact they were gathered together and whispering.

Among them, a big bearded man wearing a hard hat pointed to the distance with the help of a tool and said, "Did you see those two people? The young man in sportswear is the target Hawk Osmon."

The person next to him took off his hard hat and breathable, revealing a big bald head: "Hey, he's dead when he's shot here."

"Don't do anything nonsense, this is Los Angeles, not Columbia." The bearded man reminded: "We are a safety measure, not the first plan. When the first plan fails, it is our turn to take action."

Another man with glasses could understand: "The first plan is more secure?"

The bearded man snorted coldly and said, "That would allow them to give a high-sounding explanation to the so-called public opinion, and they would face much less pressure."

"It's the same for me, just $150,000." The tattooed man with his waist straightened up, his face covered with painted oil, looked like a mercenary preparing to participate in the jungle war: "Hawke Osmon, Equivalent to $150,000.”

A voice suddenly sounded in the bearded earbuds: "Boss, that **** is following the bodyguard, not just the Mercedes-Benz."

On the scaffolding set up nearby, there was a man with a sun hat from above and looked at it very far: "A Ford has been turning back and forth four times. I will never admit my mistake. It is the same car."

The sun hat was the sharpest eyes of the five-man team. The bearded man believed his judgment and replied to Mike: "Focus on this car."

...

Miller Collins drove a Toyota Corolla to Central Street after removing the three-way intersection of the citrus sculpture.

Compared to his decadent bearded a few days ago, he looks particularly energetic today.

Her beard was shaved, her hair was simply washed and blew, she put on a San Diego Charger jacket, and a hat embroidered with lightning.

The latter two are all special commemorative models sent to him by the team that year, and they also have a metal team logo on it.

Miller Collins was full, drank, and was happy, just for one person.

Although Kovinner was not big, Miller Collins couldn't find anyone for a while, and he stared at the center street with wide eyes.

Just in the co-pilot's bag and in the handheld box, the explosives were ready long ago.

Miller Collins drove a Toyota Corolla and gradually approached Citrus Square connected to Central Street. His eyes passed through the front windshield and saw two people from afar.

One of them, he has seen the photos repeatedly in recent days, and he will never admit his mistake, that is Hawke Osmon!

The **** who caused him to go to jail and bankrupt!

He is today because of Hawk Osmon! Miller Collins, a homeless tramp, is absolutely not allowed to harm his own people to be free and become a billionaire.

The Toyota Corolla's accelerator was stepped on, and the engine roared and heart-wrenching screams.

But the car speeding up was not ideal, and it did not rush out like an arrow from the string.

Miller Collins couldn't care about this, staring at Hawke Osmond diagonally on the edge of the square, and stepped directly to the bottom.

He did not expect to knock the other party away directly. As long as he got a little closer, he could still send people to the sky!

There is a lot of explosives on this car.

Just as the Toyota Corolla was speeding up, Raul, who was driving, found something wrong with Ford Mondeo coming from behind.

The car ahead suddenly accelerated and deviated.

Raul did not make any consideration, nor did he have to judge whether Toyota had an unexpected situation. He took a photo of the car intercom and shouted, "White Toyota! Pay attention to the white Toyota!"

As a bodyguard, Raul can do all this at this moment.

Although the power of Toyota Corolla is weak, there is some distance between the two sides, and Mondeo cannot catch up with it in an instant.

At the critical moment, Raul's warning played a role.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

Originally, Edward had been driving the Mercedes-Benz, following Hawk and Brian at a distance.

As soon as the sound of the intercom sounded, the savior's spirit was suddenly awakened, and only one sentence was left in his head - White Toyota!

The white Toyota was just a short distance from the Mercedes-Benz and was speeding downwards, rushing towards the place where Hawke and Brian were!

Edward had no thoughts or any unnecessary movements, stared at the white Toyota and stepped on his right foot.

He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and he raised his foot slightly, and stepped on it to the bottom again!

The ultimate power mode of this bulletproof Mercedes-Benz was activated, and the engine burst out with powerful power. The black sedan turned into a land fighter and crashed into the white Toyota.

Edward had no complicated ideas, but he just didn't allow anyone to hurt his boss.

At the edge of Citrus Square and the sidewalk, Hawke heard the roar of cars and turned to see the white car.

He was extremely vigilant, without a word of unnecessary nonsense, reached out to grab Brian's arm and ran to the stairs of the square.

Brian didn't understand what was going on, but his head turned quickly. He stayed with the first or second disaster star in Los Angeles, and the other party ran away, and he didn't forget to pull himself.

Nothing else, just run!

Brian was wearing leather shoes on his feet, which was inconvenient to run, and one of his shoes fell out in just two steps.

Hawke spread his legs and ran up desperately. There was a cement base that was more than one person high and more than half a meter wide. As long as he ran to the back, the Toyota would not be threatening to rush up the steps.

He kept tilting his head, and a trace of black flashed out of his eyes.

That bulletproof Mercedes-Benz sedan!

Edward came, and he turned on the ultimate power mode of Mercedes-Benz and hit the white Toyota driver's seat.

With a loud bang, car fragments flew everywhere, and the Toyota Corolla flew into the air as if it had wings.

The white car seemed to be disintegrating, and countless pieces flew out. The car rolled in the air a few times, landed on the ground and continued to roll, hitting the thick traffic sign light pole on the side of the road in the waist.

The car was flattened and almost cut off in half. When the old men who were scrapped to dismantle the car saw it, they could only sell scrap iron obediently.

This tragic car accident happened very quickly and changed faster!

Without waiting for anyone to react, a fireball suddenly appeared inside the Toyota Corolla, and a big explosion occurred without warning.

Rumble—

The red fireball rose into the air, and a heat wave spread in all directions under the entrainment of the shock wave.

The first thing to be affected is the Mercedes-Benz sedan closest to the Corolla.

All kinds of debris hit the Mercedes-Benz sedan, huge shock waves hit, and cracks appeared in the front windshield.

Fortunately, this car comes from Brian's special customization and withstand such a violent explosion.

In the driving seat, Edward, who was pushed by the airbag, shook his head hard to make himself more awake.

He looked from the inside out and could only see cracked glass and the debris and smoke brought by the explosion.

Although it is not very professional, Edward can even think of such explosive power as he takes his toes, that the white Toyota must have been added with materials.

He wanted to speak, and wanted to shout at Hawk, but he couldn't say a word that was uncomfortable.

The airbag was quickly deflated, and Edward gradually recovered.

On the other side, the explosion of dust and smoke soared into the sky, covering the nearby area. Hawke had already let go of Brian's arm and ran towards the Mercedes-Benz.

Brian shouted from behind, "Don't go, dangerous! Come back soon!"

But Hawke was unmoved and ran towards the Mercedes-Benz, shouting, "Call the police, call the police!" (The end of this chapter)