The Wolf of Los Angeles

Chapter 6: Fried squid

"California billionaire, founder and chairman of Ackerman Pictures, Mr. Buddy Ackerman's physical condition worsened before the age of 1990." Freddy's will had collapsed, endured the severe pain and poured out the goods: "The crew is preparing for the At that time, I accidentally heard from senior management that he was going to do an organ transplant."

Hawke said coldly, "Continue."

Freddy dared not neglect: "The companies under the Ackerman family have been conducting comprehensive physical examinations since the New Year using welfare or charity as excuses, but there are fewer Hh blood types, and it is even more difficult to match organ transplants, and you happen to be suitable."

He gasped for a few breaths and quickly shied away: "I am ordered to do things and have to do it, otherwise the work will be difficult to guarantee, and if I lose my income, my house, car and wife will all be vain."

Hawke stared at him: "Say the point."

Freddy changed the word: "It was all Bro Derek and Barack Bernan forcing me to do it. If I don't do it, they will fire me!"

Hawk knew that Bro Derek was the producer of the crew and asked, "Who is Barack Bernan?"

"He is Jewish like me and Bro, and is currently the chairman of the Ackerman Charity Foundation," Freddy said.

Hawke didn't feel any sense of incongruity. The American Charity Foundation has always been very good at organ donation and transplantation, and asked again, "Where are these two people?"

"Barack has already taken a plane back to Los Angeles." Freddy said with a fantasy of survival, "When I left the set, Broro mobilized all security guards in the crew. Can you kill someone under the protection of more than a dozen people? I lost contact, He will be back to Los Angeles soon.”

"Los Angeles!" Hawke nodded slightly.

The risk of returning to the crew is too great. The billionaire Hollywood crew filmed in Provo, which is not difficult to affect the local police station and the city hall.

Moreover, his fat body is not in his best condition.

Hawke originally planned to go to Los Angeles to develop, but now his destination is consistent.

Freddy once again shirked: "Really, they forced me to do it, I have no grudges and grudges with you..."

Hawke put away his dagger and took out the white Glock.

Freddy shouted, “You have sworn to God and will let me go!”

Hawke said nothing more, shot Freddy in the head, took the confiscated spoil and walked towards the parking spot.

On the hillside, the smell of blood drifting attracted more coyotes. They saw the dangerous bipedal beasts leaving and walked down one after another.

Hawke first put the things into the pickup truck, searched carefully in the Mercedes-Benz, and found Freddy's wallet in the storage box, which also contained a lot of cash.

He took the cash, threw away everything else, and then found a bucket of green-skinned barrel of gasoline in the trunk.

Just in time, the pickup truck was almost out of gas, so Hawke added fuel to the car and checked the seized spoils one by one.

Even the two Glock pistols were disassembled and checked, and it was confirmed that there was no positioning or tracking device.

As for the Mercedes-Benz, Hawke heard David mention today that the crew rented ten Mercedes-Benz sedans, with 80% GPS positioning on it.

The pickup truck turned around and turned back.

Under the hillside, the squid feast belonging to the coyotes kicked off.

Hawke turned back to the road and did not go to Provo, but continued to walk north.

The heavy snow fell, burying the remaining traces.

A part of the way is close to Lake Utah, and there is no one nearby. Hawke stopped the car and found a plastic bag, packed clean revolver, fired Glock and blood-stained jacket and other things that need to be discarded. Put iron stones on it, seal the plastic bag, climb up the cliff-like shore, and throw it into the deep lake water.

He continued to walk north, and before it got dark, he entered the small town of Hailan in the north.

It was smaller under the snow here, and the pickup truck circled around the city and finally stopped outside a black community.

Nearby, there is a black-run car dismantling factory.

Hawke packed up his personal belongings, cleared the traces, and walked away from here.

With the moral character of the old blacks, they will definitely help "handle" the car.

As soon as Xue stopped, several old men caught their eye on the pickup truck. After several observations, they decisively pried open the door. But the pickup truck is too old and needs to be renovated if it wants to be sold. The renovated cost is too high and it may not be able to recover the cost.

The old and black people agreed to send the car to dismantle.

Hawke had already gotten into the car at this time and arrived in Midway late at night. He entered a small supermarket in the suburbs and bought a lot of things, including coats and food.

It was cold and snowy, and there were few people outside. He found an old house without lights. He observed it for a while and confirmed that there was no one inside. He climbed over the wall and opened the back door, and rested in the room for a night.

Hawke was tired after tossing for more than ten hours.

At dawn, a whistling sound came, and Hawke immediately woke up, sat up from the couch, aiming the gun in his hand at the place where the sound was heard.

With the bright sky, he found that it was windy outside.

Hawke was no longer sleepy. He checked the front and back of the house and saw that there was nothing unusual. He washed up briefly, took the things he bought last night and sat in front of the dressing table.

He took out the shaver and foam, shaved all the beards on his face, and took out the Hawk Osmond license obtained from the wooden house, looked at the hairstyle of the photo, and used electric haircuts and scissors to cut off the messy long hair. , make it short and short.

Then, Hawke trimmed his eyebrows, adjusted his hair dye, and dyed his hair and eyebrows all black in the photo.

Without the messy brown beard and hair, coupled with slightly adjusted eyebrows and expressions, it seemed like a different person.

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

"Hello, I'm Hawk Osmon." Hawk kept adjusting his tone, approaching the pronunciation habits of Wyoming people I've heard in his previous life: "My name is Hawk Osmon, and I'm from Wyoming."

When you go out, you will give your own identity.

Hawke thought of a few Jewish guys asking him to slap himself, put on a pair of large-framed flat glasses, and his expression was calm and elegant: "My favorite dish is called "Still Fried Squid."

The people in the dressing mirror are no longer decadent and messy, but are simple and unpretentious.

Hawke pinched his face and patted his slightly protruding belly. He had to lose weight and change his body shape.

He put away his driver's license from the dressing table, took out the one belonging to Downing Ward, cut it into pieces with scissors, shave his hair with his tidy hair, put it in an iron cookie bucket, burned it to ashes, poured it into the toilet and flushed it in the toilet. Entered the sewer.

I also bought sandwiches and sausages last night. Hawke ate some simple food, opened the map and looked for a while, and decided to change his outfits and take a ride to change the floor in the next few days, while losing weight and face, practicing Wyoming accent.

He wants to go to Los Angeles with a new look, identity and character.

But to do this, it takes US dollars.

Hawke opened his wallet and took out all the cash. In addition to the original $17, he also seized it from Freddy and the other two, with the remaining $472.

This little money can't be made to fire.

And the main dish was four extra-large squid.

Rebirth is 24 hours after it is reborn, and money is still imminent.

Hawke stared at the map and thought about how to make money.

It is best combined with shaping the character "Hawk-Osmond".

Hawke's eyes fell on the nearby Parker City. David mentioned yesterday that the Sundance Film Festival is about to kick off.

In his previous life, he had done online public opinion control and had some understanding of Sundance Film Festival. It is one of the largest independent film festivals in North America. It attracts a large number of media and fans to watch the movie every year.

There are thousands of outsiders, which are not easy to attract attention.

There are many speculators, which makes it easy to find opportunities.

Hawke thought about it carefully for a while, remembered some operations that could make money at the festival, and decided to go to the Sundance Film Festival.

He carefully cleaned the traces and left here.

(End of this chapter)