The Wolf of Los Angeles

Chapter 30 Test

As night fell, the black Mondeo roared across the street, and the 3.6-liter six-cylinder engine was full of power.

Hawke hung up the phone and said to Edward Connor who was driving, “Go to Linton Café.”

Edward turned around and asked, "Is there another star doing it?"

"We'll go and rescue a beautiful girl who was injured," Hawke said.

He just received a call from Jacqueline, who had important news clues provided and needed an interview.

"Your love?" Edward's broken mouth couldn't be closed if he opened: "No, how could a girl like such an old-fashioned person? Hello, boss, are you the kind of person who has to turn off the lights when doing things? Only two front and back positions…”

Hawke heard the deep contempt and shouted, "Shut up, otherwise you will be deducted your salary!"

Edward quickly shut up and dared not laugh at the boss anymore.

Mondeo approached the road where the coffee house was, and Hawke asked Edward to park his car in advance, gave him Jacqueline's number, and asked him to come over to contact Jacqueline first and bring people over.

Edward was surprised: "Why not go directly over?"

Hawke is guarding against someone using Jacqueline to fish, but he has another saying: "The Press Act stipulates that media practitioners must not disclose news sources and must protect news providers. This is the basic principle of freedom of the press."

He said earnestly: "We must protect the informant. You are a new face. Someone will not doubt you when you see your contact..."

Edward's talent was not on this, but there was an informant tragedy in Compton's gang and said, "I get it."

Hawke was worried that Donnie's poisonous insect would be very excited, and he thought of the elevator and Jacqueline.

Edward got off the car and went to the coffee house.

Hawke followed from behind to observe.

A few minutes later, Edward came out with Jacqueline.

No accident happened.

When Jacqueline got into the car, Hawke greeted her.

Jacqueline reacted: "You are more inconspicuous than that day."

Hawke said in his heart, you really know how to talk.

Seeing her wearing heavy makeup and beautiful and sexy, Edward asked curiously: "Beautiful lady, have you ever divorced and have a child?"

Jacqueline shook her head, "No, I'm only 22 years old."

Edward shrugged, lacking interest.

Hawke goes straight to the topic: "Do you have heavyweight news clues?"

Jacqueline was angry: "A little **** smashed me, robbed my most important client, and called me to laugh at me!"

Hawke asked the key: "Who is the customer?"

"Eddie, Eddie Murphy!" Jacqueline said a name.

Hawke sounded familiar, and turned his head to look at Edward.

The latter complained in his heart that the boss really had no knowledge, but said, "Black comedy starred in "Beverly Hills Police Detective" and "Fatty Professor". The popular Monster Shrek last year, he gave that to that end Dubbing dubbing with stupid donkey.”

"Eddie always contacts the agent, she will look for me." Jacqueline turned to the point: "This time, Eddie took away the little bitch, and the little **** also called me to show off, mocking me for being old. …”

The relationship between women has always been complicated, and she gritted her teeth: "That little **** came to Los Angeles. I have always taken good care of her and helped her get to know the environment, but she stole my most important client!"

Edward asked, "Is there any possibility? Eddie Murphy is tired of it and wants to replace someone..."

Hawke glared at him, which one might not matter, what mattered was that the clue was valuable, and immediately asked, "Where are they most likely to go?"

Edward finally turned a little bit and closed his mouth.

Jacqueline said: "Holbel Hill Park, there is a palm forest. Eddie never takes me to a hotel or apartment. He likes to go to a tent to fight in the field. If there is no one, he will go out to play in the tent."

Hawke asked, "What is the tent he usually uses?"

Jacqueline thought for a while and said, "The tent he used recently was orange-red with the Brooklyn Bridge painted on it, saying it was a symbol of his hometown."

Hawke asked again, "Does he bring a bodyguard?"

Jacqueline thought about it carefully: "I have never seen it before."

Hawke nodded and reached out his hand: "Give me your phone."

"What to do?" Jacqueline asked.

"Delete the call history, and my number, delete it from your phone, and remember it in your mind." Hawke felt that she could become a long-term source of information, and specifically reminded him: "Remember, we haven't contacted you today, you go back now When you work, you have to call your agent and scold the little **** for being ungrateful and vent your emotions…”

Jacqueline operated her phone as Hawke asked, and asked, "Why?"

Hawke said, “There is a saying in my hometown that a dog that bites people does not bark.”

Jacqueline understood that she didn't even want money this time and hurried back.

She just wanted to take revenge on that little bitch.

Hawke called Edward, got out and headed straight to Hober Hill Park.

This is one of the camping sites in Los Angeles, but the temperature is low in March, so not many people come to camp.

Entering the park, Edward drove forward along the roadway. Following the triple road, Hawke called him, got out of the car and looked at the park diagram, got in and pointed to the left: "Let's go here."

Not long after, lights appeared in front of him. Hawke asked Edward to stop the car, took out his black clothes, pullover cap and gloves for him to put on, and installed a flash on the camera.

Edward put on a black hood: "It feels like... I look like a robber! No, I just don't want to be a robber, so I left Compton!"

Hawke ignored these nonsense and said, "The first test for you is here. The night is your home court. Let's use your talent and advantages!"

Edward said a lot: "Boss, can I complain about racism?"

Hawke shrugged: "You don't want to do it casually." He took out a dagger and stuffed it into the leather hood between his waist: "Hurry up."

Edward opened his mouth and licked his lips, then got out of the car.

"Don't open your mouth, no one can easily find you." Hawke was already wearing black and also wearing a hat and gloves.

Edward couldn't speak, so he had to run forward with Hawke.

The two of them took advantage of the night to get closer to the lights, and a camping tent was set up on one side of the lights.

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

The color is not very clear under the light, but the pattern of the Brooklyn Bridge emits fluorescent light.

The other place is dark and it is a good time to do it.

Hawke hid behind the bushes, looked carefully for a while, and said, "It's here."

Edward seized the opportunity and spoke, "We're waiting? Wait for them to come out to capture the shot? Won't you wait for a night, right?"

"Wait? Wait for mosquitoes here to feed them?" Hawke never waited passively: "The news is dug out on its own initiative and never passively on its head, you go straight!"

Edward pointed at his face: "I'm here? Boss, I'm a novice, can I do it?"

"Who is out of the garbage dump? Who is not a talent?" Hawke first injected a bucket of chicken blood, then pulled out the dagger he carried with him: "Touch it, remember to bypass the lights and don't let the shadows go." If it falls on the tent, if the zipper cannot be opened, use a knife to cut the tent and take a photo of the two of them."

Edward felt like he was on the pirate ship, but was also inspired by the restless nature of the black man, taking the camera and dagger.

Hawke patted him on the shoulder: "Go."

Edward hung his camera around his neck, suddenly remembered and asked, "Boss, where are you?"

Hawke said, "I'll pick you up here, don't worry, if you fail, I will save you."

Most Hollywood stars have a group of playmates, and more around black people. Although Jacqueline said she had never found bodyguards or anything else, Hawke was preparing for both.

"Are you sure you won't abandon me?" Edward was unsure.

Hawke pointed to the camera, "This thing is a few thousand dollars, will I give up?"

Edward was relieved and touched forward quietly. The black figure at night was really inconspicuous.

He bypassed the lights as Hawke said so that the shadows would not fall on the tent and approached the tent from the back.

There were strange sounds coming from the tent.

Edward is experienced and knows that people are doing things at the first time he hears it.

This was a good opportunity. He held the dagger tightly, approached from the back, stabbed the tent, and slid down hard, and the tent immediately opened a big hole.

Edward bit the dagger, held the camera with both hands, and put the lens into the hole, aiming it at the middle position for a fierce shot.

The flash suddenly appeared, and Eddie Murphy roared: "Who? What are you doing! Stop!"

In the darkness, a dazzling headlight suddenly lit up.

Two black men, one fat and one thin, were dozing off in the black Cherokee not far away, but were awakened by Eddie Murphy's roar, immediately turned on the headlights, got out of the car and rushed over.

The first time Edward did this kind of thing, he was inevitably a little nervous. He didn't remember how many times he pressed the shutter, held the camera tightly with both hands, and turned around and ran away.

Eddie Murphy crawled out of the tent and shouted, "Stop him and get that camera! Camera!"

The woman behind her is still confused.

Edward blew out of the thunder, Hawke put away his cell phone, pulled down his pullover cap, tightened his gloves, and seized the opportunity, rushed out of the thorn.

His cat was low and at a very fast speed. With a dull "bang", it hit the thick black man.

The black man was knocked to the ground, his back hit the palm tree, screaming in pain.

Before he could get up, Hawke flew out and kicked his fat belly.

The black man curled up into cooked prawns and couldn't get up again for a while.

Hawke pounced on the other side.

A thin black man took out his stun gun and wanted to aim at Edward running.

Hawke threw him to the ground, grabbed the stun gun and threw it away, punched the black man, turned over and pressed the old black neck with his knee, and changed to the East Coast accent: "What's the point of fighting for such a little money in a month! ”

The black man who was originally struggling stopped moving under Hawk's weight and words.

Hawke got up and walked around a thick palm tree and ran into the darkness.

(End of this chapter)