The Wolf of Los Angeles

East Los Angeles, Covenna.

A brand new Mercedes-Benz bulletproof sedan drove along Central Street and parked under the steps of the town hall.

Hawke lowered the window and waved to the steps.

Brian happened to come out of the door, walked a few quick steps, and got into the rear seat.

When the door closed, Hawke said to Lauer, who was driving, “Go to the Los Angeles branch office.”

The car went back and when it entered the main road, Brian talked about the latest situation: "Jennifer found some clues, and sent someone to the Burbank Hotel early this morning, and routinely summoned Douglas Coster to the branch office for questioning. talk."

Hawke asked, "Have you collected direct evidence from the clues I provided?"

"There is no evidence, only confession is not enough." Brian has no hope for this: "The media is reporting this case now, and it has a great influence. The Los Angeles federal prosecutor's office has been staring at it, and Chief Prosecutor Garrison on a blue background , don't expect the FBI to play a big role."

Hawke really had no hope and decided to do it himself from the beginning.

Tim feeds the shark and Coson is stabbed dozens of times.

Hawke didn't talk nonsense and whispered, "The two direct executors I found, went to see God."

Brian was startled first, then returned to normal.

Thinking that since the incident, Erica has been gathering together through Hawke, the two largest disaster stars in Los Angeles, and it is too common for a few people to die.

As one of the parties involved, Brian almost gave a thumbs up: "Good job."

Hawke continued: "The mastermind is Douglas Cost, who is our next target."

"He lives in the Burbank Hotel," Brian said.

"I know, there are always people watching over there." Hawke briefly said the situation over there: "Douglas has four personal bodyguards. On the day of the incident, an 11-person security team was transferred over. Now it's In a legal society, I can’t get a car bomb and blow up the Burbank hotel directly.”

Although the other party has done this, Brian knows that he cannot do this now.

If you really do this, you will inevitably become the target of attacks across the United States.

"For so many years, it's the closest I've ever been to death in Citrus Square."

Hawke has experienced many similar dangers, but his desire for revenge has not weakened at all. He said, "Maybe we have no choice in the past few days, but we know who the enemy is and where we hide."

Brian's blood vessels were flowing with the same blood as Erica. Without any hesitation or consideration, he said coldly: "Dogglas and other **** must die!"

Hawke wanted this effect, saying, "Mobilize the power you can do, collect all the information about BlackRock and Douglas, not limited to him personally, including his work, life, friends and family, etc."

Brian was suddenly shocked: "What do you want to do?"

Hawke comforted, "Don't worry, I'm not the kind of crazy person."

It would be fine if he didn't say this. As soon as he said it, Brian kept looking up and down Hawke, always feeling that he was planning something.

The car entered downtown Los Angeles and gradually approached the FBI branch office. Hawke remembered another crucial thing and specifically reminded him: "Don't talk nonsense in the future."

When Brian arrived at this time, his mouth was still as hard as a crow: "The disaster star is really not me, but you."

"Forget it, forget it." Hawke was too lazy to care: "It's you, me and Erica, are you okay?"

Brian blinked and suddenly felt that this was reasonable: "Three disaster stars in Los Angeles?"

Mercedes-Benz arrived at the FBI Los Angeles branch office, and many media reporters gathered at the main entrance.

In the past two days, the most popular news in Los Angeles and even California is the car explosion and shooting in Cowena.

Hawke has been busy pursuing the real murderer behind the scenes and has never responded to the outside world.

However, as half of the mayor of Covenner, Brian briefly accepted an interview with Fox TV.

Hawke made a phone call, Mercedes-Benz went around to the side door of the branch office and opened directly in.

By the time he got off the bus, Jennifer Huey had already come out of the building.

She stepped forward to shake hands with Hawke and said, "I invite you here this time. There are some situations that need to be determined again and will be finished soon."

Hawke nodded: "I hope you can capture the real murderer as soon as possible."

Jennifer glanced at Hawke and said, "I hope so, but the situation is not very optimistic. Now the federal prosecutor's office has been staring at us, just about to put every word and every action we have under a microscope. This **** politics.”

"You have a way to deal with these." Brian picked up the person first.

The three walked into the building, and seeing that there was no one on the left and right, Jennifer whispered: "Now, the Los Angeles branch office is not the time when I first came. We fought a beautiful battle with the last beach club incident, but Then the trouble came."

Hawke guessed: "The donkey has also dispatched people."

Jennifer spread his hands: "How can the FBI branch office in a big city like Los Angeles dominate? We just gained a little advantage and those who fought for power and profit rushed over."

Brian looked around and said, "Even if the real murderer is found, will someone inform you?"

"Since Hoover was done, has this happened less in the FBI?" Jennifer was almost used to it: "It's really hard to do things, and there are partisan disputes everywhere."

Hawke still said the same thing: "Because the people who are not on our side are automatically standing on the hostile side."

When I came to a reception room, in addition to Jennifer, there was also a civilian staff member who joined the inquiry about the Kovina bombing.

...

Burbank, an FBI agent director, showed the formalities, Douglas Coster, accompanied by lawyers and assistants, left the penthouse suite of the Burbank Hotel. The three of them joined a driver and got on an Escalade from the underground parking lot.

A FBI car opened the road in the front, and one car was pressed back, with Escalade in the middle, heading to the Los Angeles branch office.

This is a legal routine summons and the FBI cannot take compulsory measures.

At Escalade, the lawyer explained a series of precautions and reminded: "You can avoid answering questions that cannot be determined."

"I know." Douglas's face looked a little serious, because the lawyer was his own, and he said directly to his assistant: "Contact Tim again."

The assistant took out his cell phone and called Tim's mobile phone number and emergency contact number one after another, but none of them could be connected.

Douglas no longer had a chance and said, "Please go to the house on Santa Monica 20th Street."

The assistant called again.

Not long after, a call came back.

After the assistant hung up, he said, "There was no one in the house that Tim rented. They looked at the refrigerator, food and dust. No one had passed for at least two days, but the house was neat and there was no trace of fighting or struggle."

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

Douglas raised his hand and stopped him from continuing: "No need to think about anything else, Tim is missing."

The assistant also thought this was the most appropriate explanation: "Did Tim be caught by the FBI?"

Douglas shook his head: "Impossible, he is going to be arrested, I will definitely get news."

The second deputy director who just transferred from the FBI is theirs and is one of the senior executives of the Los Angeles branch office. If there is an arrest, it is impossible to hide it from him.

Douglas thought of a possibility: "Tim was caught by Hawk Osmon and fell into Hawk Osmon's hands."

The lawyer said, "He found out, don't you look for the FBI?"

"We know there is something wrong with Jennifer Huey, and they don't know there is something wrong with the new second deputy director?" Douglas said.

He tapped the seat armrests gently: "This acquisition plan is becoming more and more interesting."

The assistant asked, "Boss, do you want people from Wyoming to leave for the time being?"

"No, let him stay in the hotel." Douglas has not completely given up on his plan: "I missed this time, and we will not have another chance to acquire Twitter."

He is very responsible: “Twitter is related to BlackRock’s entire future plan.”

The convoy came to the Los Angeles branch office and did not go to the front door where media reporters gathered, but went directly to the side door.

Douglas got out of the car, followed the two agents and entered the office building.

The assistant on the left carries his bag.

The lawyer wearing glasses on the right is considering the problem.

The group walked out along the corridor not far, and three people turned around at the turn opposite.

Two men and one woman.

The woman was wearing an FBI uniform, a handsome man with a handsome and handsome man, and the other was strong and thin, looking ordinary.

Douglas has seen this person's profile, Hawke Osmond, the founder of Twitter.

Hawke also saw Douglas's information, and his eyes naturally fell on him.

He is about forty years old, wearing a suit and ties, and has the temperament of a business elite.

Douglas' eyes were observing, but his feet kept stopping, and soon discovered something unexpected.

The three people coming from the opposite side seem to be centered on Hawk Osmon.

Brian of the Ferguson family looks very imposing at first glance, but when he actually observes, he looks more like a subordinate of Hawke Osmon.

This is not like a poor boy from Wyoming.

Hawke had no interest in talking to Douglas, glanced at him and walked straight forward.

Douglas paused and said, "Mr. Hawke Osmond."

Hearing this, Hawke paused and nodded slightly: "Mr. Douglas Cost."

Douglas is still trying: "Is Twitter interested in accepting BlackRock investment? Emma Bateson negotiates with you and the price doubles."

What Hawke thought of was the explosive car and Edward lying in the hospital to observe.

He smiled and said, "It's good that you're happy."

Brian had already heard who the middle-aged man opposite was and said, "Recently, there have been a lot of car accidents in Los Angeles."

Jennifer pulled him, "Go away."

Hawke had already walked forward.

Brian then followed, waited until he left the door and said, "You said I was Brian Crow's mouth, I want to give it a try!"

Hawke patted his shoulder: "Man, you finally understand that the curse must be used on the enemy." (End of this chapter)