The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 116 Hit the nail on the head
Silver Lake community, Walmart supermarket.

At the entrance, Hawke saw Caroline rushing over and handed the shopping cart to her: "Push it."

Caroline subconsciously caught the car, then realized something was wrong: "Hey, hey, hey."

Hawke reminded: "Wrong."

Caroline opened her mouth and uttered subconsciously: "Baa..."

She quickly covered her mouth and looked around, and suddenly found a rather sloppy old man on the other side, staring at her with ill intentions.

Caroline pulled down her Chanel trench coat, swung her Hermès bag, and glared at the old man.

Frank shook his head. "He doesn't like the poor and loves the rich. He doesn't look very smart."

"We can't expect too much from a young ewe," Hawke said.

Frank pushed the cart into the supermarket.

"Let's go." Hawke followed.

Caroline was so angry that her teeth ached, but when she thought about the next big money-making business, Hawke had not yet come up with a plan, so she could only push the cart and follow obediently.

The group headed straight to the dining area.

Hawke picked out some foods that had no sugar or very low sugar content and put them in Caroline's cart.

Caroline came closer and signaled with her eyes: "You make friends with all kinds of people."

"You're really not very smart." Hawke said softly, "Everyone has his use. The bastard who followed me was discovered by him."

Caroline understood: "My use to you is to attract customers?"

Hawke shook his head: "No, your greatest role is to make me happy."

These words made Caroline grit her teeth. Hawke, that bastard, was happy, but she was so angry that she wanted to bleat every time.

Frank was not polite to Hawke at all. After filling up a cart, he called Caroline over and continued loading it.

Hawke was not a gentleman at all and made Caroline push the cart as a laborer.

While Frank was getting beer, Caroline asked the question she wanted to ask most today: "Have you figured out a solution for Steve's problem?"

"I've been busy with other things these days, so wait a moment." Hawke was also observing social trends: "If we want to cause a sensation again, we have to do something different."

Caroline totally agrees with this.

After the two shopping carts were filled, the three of them came to the checkout counter and Hawke went forward to pay.

Caroline gritted her teeth, as if she was bleeding profusely, and said, "I'll pay for today's order."

Hawke looked at her gnashing teeth and said, "Don't force it."

Caroline said: "I did this willingly."

While I was scanning the code to check out, an old black man suddenly ran out of the supermarket.

This guy was a cripple. He was carrying a bag of things and wanted to run but he couldn't run fast.

Not long after he ran out, a black security guard rushed out, shouted at him to stop, and pulled out the Taser from his waist.

The electric dart was shot out, and Lao Hei fell to the ground trembling.

"Did you see that?" Frank was still afraid of Edward and deliberately provoked him: "Sooner or later, your cotton-picking subordinate will become like this."

Hawke said, "I think it will be the other way around. You're the one lying on the ground shaking."

California doesn’t seem to have introduced relevant legislation yet, so zero-dollar shopping is not very popular nowadays.

Lao Hei is also stupid for coming to a place like Walmart.

When Frank and Caroline came out of the supermarket pushing the shopping cart, Hawke took a closer look at Old Black lying on the ground.

The guy's trouser legs were blown up by the wind, revealing half of his prosthetic limb.

The other real foot was wearing a slipper and was dirty.

Caroline passed by and quietly fanned the air in front of her nose. The lamb's hooves fell to the ground as quickly as beating a drum, and it walked a long way away in a few breaths.

When Hawke caught up with her, she said, "It's dirty and smelly, what's so good about it? Only country bumpkins like you can..."

Hawke said, "Shut up."

Caroline was angry and shouted: "Mee--"

Hawke glanced at the woman whose head was kicked by a sheep's hoof and said, "Go tell Steve that I have a plan. Tell him to wait patiently for a few days."

"I'll call him later." Caroline pushed the shopping cart to the back of the Mondeo, waited for Hawke to open the trunk, and automatically loaded things into it.

Hawke stood nearby drinking water.

As Caroline was pretending, she felt something was wrong. When she went shopping in the past, didn't she just watch the whole process while her two assistants, Sasha and Amanda, did the work?
Hawke waited until Caroline and Frank finished packing their things, then sent her away: “Go ahead and do your work.

Caroline got into her red Mercedes and sat in the driver's seat in a daze for a while.

The feeling became increasingly clear that his life was firmly in the hands of that bastard Hawk.

Caroline was a little annoyed, but then she thought about it and relaxed.

As long as I make money, it doesn’t matter.

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During this shopping trip, Hawke not only filled his own refrigerator, but also filled the refrigerator in Frank's RV.

Frank took out the newly bought sausages and the beer that had just been put into the refrigerator and said, "I'll treat you at noon."

Hawke looked at the things he had just bought from Wal-Mart and said, "You are so generous!"

"You have to understand the feelings of a poor person." Frank specifically asked: "How many millions did you make when you came to Los Angeles?"

Hawke said vaguely, "It must be seven figures."

He hasn't calculated it carefully, but if all his income since coming to Los Angeles is added up, it must be more than 400 million US dollars.

Frank was somewhat surprised: "More than I expected." He then asked: "Have you ever thought about expanding the scale?"

Hawke was clear-headed: "Expanding the scale is inevitable, but not now. I am also learning how to run a studio. If the capabilities and resources are not matched, it will only lead to a miserable death if the scale is expanded rashly."

Frank put the sliced ​​sausages and the packaged barbecue on a plate, added some fruit, and placed it on the table. He said, "You are calmer than I thought. You are not the kind of young person who gets carried away easily."

The King of Forcing Kings unconsciously went online: "I have seen many talented young people who made a lot of money in the first year of starting a business and couldn't wait to expand the company. As a result, in the end they couldn't even pay the employees' salaries. On the contrary, steady people like me can achieve great success and become big names in the industry."

Hawke decided to let him show off, and clinked his beer with Frank: "One day when I expand my business, I will invite you to be my consultant. You cannot own property, and I will provide you with food, accommodation and transportation."

Frank said, "You are plotting against me again and trying to use the resources behind me."

Hawke said generously: "It would be a waste to keep it."

At this time, a Maserati President drove into the parking lot, drove towards the RV, and parked in an empty parking space nearby.

The car door opened and a short but very tall Mexican woman got out of the car.

She was wearing high heels, and they bounced when she walked, as if the top of the shoes would collapse and hit her feet.

When normal people see her, they will definitely pay attention to her greatness.

Only a pervert like Quentin would pay attention to feet.

Hawke had seen From Dusk Till Dawn, so he knew this woman, Salma Hayek, the lover that Frank almost suffocated to death in his mouth.

Now it seems that the King of Force was not bragging.

Although Hawke wanted to eat melon, he drank the beer in his glass, stood up and said, "I'm going back to take a nap."

Salma Hayek smiled and nodded at him, and Hawke responded politely and walked back.

Frank suddenly thought of something and told Hawke, "Don't tell that cotton farmer."

Hawke waved his hand casually and left.

Salma Hayek's voice came from behind: "So you were hiding here. If you hadn't asked someone to find out the news in Mexico, I wouldn't have been able to find you."

Frank called her to get in the car: "Come up and talk, don't let others see the fun."

Hawke returned to the studio, sat by the window, took out the telescope and looked across the parking lot.

The curtains in the RV were closed and nothing could be seen.

"You miser! You won't even let me see cows eating dry grass!" Hawke cursed and put down the telescope.

He went upstairs to take a nap for a while, and when he heard some noise at the door, he woke up immediately, looked out the window, and saw Edward coming.

Hawke simply washed up and went downstairs. Edward was sitting in front of the window observing with a telescope.

Edward heard the noise and said, "Boss, come and see, I found the ex-wife of that old bastard, right in front of the RV."

Hawke came to the window and said, "That's Salma Hayek, his lover."

"He didn't even introduce himself to me. I thought of him as a friend!" Edward put down the telescope and said, "I'll go over and say hello to them."

Hawke thought about how Frank wouldn't even let him eat the melon, so he said, "Let's go together."

The two men walked out the door, quickly crossed Fountain Street, and entered the parking lot.

Frank saw Edward from a distance and urged Salma: "Get in the car and go."

Salma pointed at Hawke and Edward: "Aren't they your friends?"

Hawke waved: "Would you like to introduce yourself?" Edward smiled at Frank with two rows of white teeth.

Salma met Hawke, shook his hand, and introduced herself: "Salma Hayek, an actress."

Hawke came over, not only to eat the melon, but also to give her his business card: "Hawk Osment, founder of West Coast Media and Entertainment Studio, engaged in crisis public relations consulting and business strategy planning."

"West Coast Media and Entertainment Studio? Hawke Osment?" Salma said seriously, "I've heard of you. The selfie scandal was a very successful PR operation."

Frank didn't wait for Edward to introduce himself, and came over to urge: "You can go now."

Salma was helpless and had to say sorry and get in the car and leave.

Edward came over and put his arm around Frank's shoulders: "Is this your ex-wife?"

Frank opened his hand: "No!"

He turned around and got into the RV. Without waiting for Edward to follow him, he slammed the door shut, opened a window, took out the slingshot he got from Hawke, and pointed it at Edward: "If you don't leave, I'll beat you up!"

Edward was not to be outdone: "Salma Hayek, I remember that."

Hawke turned around and walked away from the RV.

Sure enough, Frank picked up a steel ball, casually pulled the rubber band, and hit Edward, scaring Edward so much that he ran away.

After leaving the parking lot, Hawke said to Edward, "Let's go to the detective station."

Edward's Cadillac has become the studio's business car.

My good buddy Donny will definitely give a thumbs up if he knows about this.

Edward was driving the car and asked, "Boss, is that really not Frank's ex-wife?"

Hawke said: "Some of what Frank said was bragging, but some of what he said was still believable. He had a falling out with his ex-wives, but he had a good relationship with Salma Hayek, so it shouldn't be true."

Edward sighed, "Forget it, it's boring."

"What's going on between you and Deborah?" Hawke asked.

Edward said: "I encouraged Indio Donny to sign up for Taekwondo classes with me so that I could beat Donny's son openly."

Hawke gave the Savior a thumbs up.

When we arrived at the detective bureau, Susie was already waiting there.

Soon, Megan Taylor arrived with a film crew.

Everyone went to the evidence room to film yesterday's LAPD seizure in Venice.

Tonight, Ace News will continue to follow up on the report.

Susie found Hawke and said, "The charity exhibition you mentioned has been approved and is tentatively scheduled for this weekend. The Griffith Exhibition Hall has been selected."

Hawke said, "What about the social appreciation party?"

"The exhibition will be held on Saturday during the day," Susie said. "The thank-you party will be held on Sunday night."

She pulled out an invitation from her briefcase: "Welcome to join us."

Hawke accepted it: "Very efficient."

Susie smiled and said that when it comes to making money, efficiency is of course high.

Hawke opened the invitation and took a look, and found a card inside.

Susie said, "An upgraded version of the last one."

Hawke put it away solemnly. He had heard Erica say that as long as it did not involve criminal offenses, the LAPD would often turn a blind eye.

Erica called at this time and asked, "Are you in the detective bureau?"

Hawke said, "Just talked to Susie for a while."

Erica was leading people outside to track down the old mules. Her voice was a little garbled, and she changed her place and said, "Julian just informed me that Daniel Richard's detention time has expired and he will be released in a while."

Hawke responded, "I see."

Erica hung up the phone.

Hawke found Edward and said, "Go to the West Branch, wait for that Daniel Richard to come out, and follow him."

Edward left immediately.

After the matter at the detective bureau was concluded, Hawke called a taxi and went to the Avenue of Stars.

He called Edward: "Where are you?"

"Victory Boulevard in North Hollywood." Edward gave an address. "After he came out, he took a taxi to the insurance company, probably to discuss vehicle insurance and repairs."

Hawke hung up the phone, walked forward, came to the place where the ugly trio was performing, and gave Dachou a look.

He turned at the entrance of the alley ahead and used the buildings to shield his body.

Da Chou followed quickly.

Hawke said: "Find a reliable homeless man with an infectious disease, go to North Hollywood to find the Savior, and let him show you the target."

Da Chou suggested: "For example, AIDS, bite him?"

When someone wants to mess with him, Hawke never shows any mercy when he fights back: "Sure."

The bite is not very contagious, he thought for a moment and said: "Use a needle with fresh blood on it to prevent the other party from noticing, disguise as a thief, and slash his pocket while doing it. Can you find someone who has been a thief?"

"No problem." Da Chou said nothing more and turned away.

He went to the parking lot behind the Ackerman shelter, asked Campos for the car keys, and went to look for someone near where homeless people gathered.

There are few healthy homeless people on the streets, but too many sick ones.

Da Chou found a man who was suffering from AIDS. His physical condition was pretty good and he was one of the fastest runners among the homeless people nearby.

He contacted Edward, got some razor blades, drove the guys up, and headed to North Hollywood.

Arriving at Victory Avenue, Da Chou found Edward and discovered that the guy was standing in front of a convenience store, showing off his watch and cell phone to the female owner.

Edward met his ex-girlfriend again. He wanted to get the child support from the female store owner, but she treated him as free labor.

Now that I have the chance, I can't help but show off.

If you don’t show off, what’s the point of all this?
Fortunately, Edward did not forget the important matter and remembered the boss's instructions. He hurriedly ended his show-off trip and secretly waved to Da Chou in the car. The two cars left here one after another.

Edward was very familiar with Victory Avenue. He came to a roadside parking lot without surveillance, took out the photo of Daniel Richard he had taken earlier, gave it to Dachou, and pointed out Daniel's location. Then, according to Hawke's instructions, he replaced the license plate of Dachou's car with a fake one.

Da Chou returned to the car, showed the photos to someone, stuffed a razor blade and a needle into his hand, and gave him a few more instructions.

The homeless man put on a new coat and tidied himself up a bit so that the homeless people on this street wouldn't think of him as a turf grabber.

He got out of the car, walked to the door of the insurance company and stared at that place.

After some negotiations at the insurance company, Daniel Richard finally got the contact person to agree to coordinate with the Western Branch to deal with his car tomorrow.

Without his car and the equipment on it, Daniel couldn't even do his job.

He called Anna Cookman at Channel 11, but there was no answer.

Daniel knew that the other party must have been implicated because of his confession.

He didn't want to, but the LAPD were a bunch of assholes, putting him in a detention room with a bunch of gay black men!
After the coordination was completed, Daniel left his phone number, came out of the insurance company alone, and called a taxi.

He came to the roadside and waited for the car to come.

There are a few people here, also waiting for the bus.

The homeless man saw his target, pulled out a syringe needle from his pocket, pointed it at his arm, and gave himself an injection.

When the needle was covered with blood, he held it in his palm and walked quickly towards Daniel. When he reached his side, he cut his trouser pocket with a blade in one hand and stabbed him with the needle with the other hand.

Daniel was waiting for the bus and didn't pay any attention to what was happening behind him. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his leg, as if he was pricked by something.

He turned back and saw a man running away, sprinting madly along the sidewalk.

"Who are you? Stop!" Daniel chased after him and said, "Don't run!"

The person in front was as fast as a rabbit and quickly turned the corner at the intersection ahead.

Dachou's car was parked on the side of the road with even the passenger door open.

The homeless man jumped into the car, and before the door was closed, Da Chou stepped on the accelerator and the car started.

As the door closed, the car merged into the traffic.

They soon turned into a secluded place and Da Chou replaced the fake license plate.

When Daniel turned the corner, he saw nothing.

Daniel was panting with exhaustion. He reached out and touched his leg, where he found a faint trace of blood.

Then he found a hole in his trouser pocket, obviously cut by someone.

Daniel didn't take this minor wound seriously.

He guessed that the bastard was a thief who wanted to steal his things, but his skills were average and he didn't steal anything.

Daniel walked back slowly, waited for the taxi to come, got in and left North Hollywood.

　Thank you Lao Wang for recommending my chapter. Lao Wang’s “Guide to Traveling to the Northern Song Dynasty” has become popular.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)