The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 121 Betting on Your Lives

Buffalo, Wyoming.

This is one of the largest cities in the state, with a total population of only a few tens of thousands. The largest gun store is located next to the city center square and is called Buffalo Gun Store.

After entering the store, Hawke pulled Erica to look at the pistols and rifles first.

He said: "In the Wyoming wilderness, the most dangerous thing is not the animals, but the people."

Erica had learned about this: "Wyoming is a vast land with few people. If someone is killed in the wilderness, bears, wild boars, and coyotes will help destroy the body. I have seen an FBI statistic that shows tens of thousands of people go missing in the wilderness across the United States every year."

A male clerk wearing a handgun came over to greet us and asked, "What kind of guns do you want to see?"

Hawke said, "First look at pistols and semi-automatic rifles."

I'm sure I'll buy something that's easy to use in this area, Erica added: "Glock and AR series."

The two men came to the gun cabinet and asked the clerk to take out two brand new Glock 17s.

Wyoming has loose gun control and a fast review process, so people like Hawke who own local assets can pass it in seconds.

Before Erica came here, she had already obtained a gun license and a hunting license, so buying a gun was not a problem.

For long guns, the two chose the semi-automatic AR-15.

Hawke said, "We also need shotguns, the kind that can kill bears."

The clerk led the two to the hunting rifle section and took out a long hunting rifle: "This is a Savage bear rifle. It uses .308 ammunition. It is the weapon of choice for Alaskan bear hunters."

Hawke took it and looked at it. The gun was bolt-action, the magazine held four rounds, and the ammunition was converted into metric, which was the common 7.62 mm.

The two teamed up to hunt, Hawke chose a long-range hunting rifle, and Erica chose a matching close combat weapon, the Winchester M12 shotgun.

After choosing various accessories including gun bags, bullets and magazines, the two men each picked out a hunting knife.

Hawke paid the money, and Erica carried two large bags and put them in the car.

This was not the end. Hawke got in the car and headed straight to the outdoor store to buy other necessities.

Then we went to the largest supermarket in Buffalo and bought a large amount of daily necessities.

Not only food and drink, but also a large number of daily necessities.

Hawke and Erica agreed to stay temporarily at the Osmond family's ranch.

Hawke had already made arrangements with the real estate agency, which had repaired and tidied the house in advance and provided all the necessary facilities for life.

Outdoor supplies are quite expensive, and by the end of the shopping trip, we had spent tens of thousands of dollars.

As the sun moved toward the west, Hawke drove his modified pickup truck straight to Jeffrey City.

There were almost no people along the way.

Erica took out the DV that Hawke brought and filmed the scenery along the way.

When they arrived at Jeffrey City, it was dark. Hawke drove directly into the city and said, "It will take nearly an hour to get to the ranch. Let's find a place to eat first."

Erica was also hungry: "Eat first, or I'll eat people if I get hungry later."

The scale of Jeffrey City would have been at best a village on the eastern plains in Hawke's previous life.

There was only one main street in the city and not many restaurants. Hawke had been here before and parked his car in front of a restaurant with a sign that said Knife and Fork BBQ.

Erica put on a denim jacket and a rolled-brim cowboy hat, took out her holster belt and buckled it around her waist, leaving the Glock exposed.

This can avoid unnecessary trouble.

Hawk put on a camouflage jacket, took his gun, and got out of the car first.

On both sides of the restaurant entrance, there were two SUVs of the same model parked, with the words "Cougar Expeditions Company" printed on the front doors.

Hawke glanced at the dirty wheels and body of the car. Erica walked past him, opened the door of the restaurant, turned around and nodded at him: "Let's go."

"Yeah." Hawke responded and followed.

There were not many people in the restaurant, only a table of six guests sitting near the door.

They were wearing uniform clothes with the name "Cougar Expeditions" printed on their chests. Among them were two white people and four Asians.

From the accents and looks of the four Asians, Hawke could tell that they were all Koreans.

These people were drinking and had drunken looks on their faces.

Erica automatically dodged and walked towards the farthest table.

Hawke also walked over.

The six people all turned their eyes to Erica and burst into laughter.

One of the Koreans with a beard pointed quietly in this direction.

Hawke turned back and put his hand on the gun at his waist.

This is Wyoming, and there are wild cowboys everywhere. If you are weak, you will only be bullied.

Among the Koreans who come to America to make a living, some are very united and fierce.

During the Los Angeles riots, the Koreans in Koreatown beat the black people so hard that they cried for their parents.

The six people all looked away, and Bangzi also shut his mouth.

Hawk pulled open a chair and sat down. He took the menu and asked Erica for her opinion. He waved and waited for the boss to come over. He said, "Jerry, two orders of Wyoming lamb stew, fried potato chips, special beef jerky, and farm salad."

The boss named Jerry looked at Hawke and recognized him: "Long time no see, have you returned to Los Angeles?"

The last time he came here, Hawke stayed here for more than a week, had meals here many times, and got to know the boss well. He said, "I work in Los Angeles, and this time I came back for a vacation, and I'll take care of my little ranch."

Jerry took a quick look at Erica and judged from her skin color and other characteristics that she was not a local. He said to Hawke, "You make a lot of money in the big city."

Hawke signaled with his eyes: "Who are those? I've never seen them before."

Jerry said, "They are security guards from a prospecting and excavation company. They came here one day after you last dined here. They are looking for minerals in the reservation area. They are all outsiders. They rely on the big company as their backing and like to make trouble when they are drunk. Stay away from them."

Hawke was very polite. He paid for the meal and gave him a $20 tip.

Money can make the world go round. Jerry put it away and reminded, "I've heard that they don't have very clean hands. Do you have any valuables in your car? When they leave, you'd better follow them out to check."

"Thanks." Hawke nodded slightly.

After the boss left, Erica said, "Isn't it going to be the first day I arrive in your hometown where a gunfight will break out?"

Hawke quickly glanced at the six people: "Probably not."

The food was served quickly. Hawke and Erica had been busy all day and were hungry. They didn't talk much and just ate to replenish their energy.

The two of them also had a tacit understanding, knowing that they would be more physically demanding at night.

After everyone finished their portion of mutton, Hawke noticed that the six men stood up and prepared to leave.

Among them, the bearded guy even glanced at him.

To avoid these people, Hawke and Erica sat inside.

Hawke didn't say anything, but pointed to Erica at the window of the restaurant near the car.

Erica nodded slightly, stood up and walked over there.

The six men went out the door at this time, and Hawke followed quickly.

It was dark outside and very quiet at the moment.

There were three cars parked in front of the restaurant, including the SUV driven by the six people and a black modified Raptor.

A white man leaned over to take a look at the car window and the tarpaulin-covered truck bed and said, "There's some good stuff up there."

The bearded guy took out a bunch of keys from his pocket and walked towards the pickup truck, reminding his companions: "Watch out, give me ten seconds."

Another guy with a tattoo on his neck just turned around and was about to go to the restaurant door when he suddenly found someone standing at the door.

Hawke held the Glock tightly in his right hand, pointed the gun at the six people, and said, "Don't cause trouble, you bastards."

The two people standing at the back raised their hands and tried to touch inside the clothes.

There was a bang of a gunshot, and countless mud spots splashed on the ground between the six people.

Gunshots were heard from the window.

The two men stopped immediately.

Hawke warned: "You can try and see whether you can draw your gun faster or we can shoot faster. The stakes are not high. It's just your life."

The hard approach failed, so the bearded man smiled and said, "Hey, man, we didn't touch your car, be reasonable."

"I'm being reasonable." Hawke heard his accent and knew he was probably a first-generation immigrant. He said, "I came out to tell you that your American dad, who is stationed in Korea, is playing games with your mother at home. If you hurry back, you can have some authentic army swill hotpot."

The bearded man's defense was immediately broken and his face turned red in an instant.

But under the muzzles of two guns, one bright and one dark, he could only endure it.

Hawke yelled, "Get lost!"

The men hurriedly got into the car and, under the threat of gunpoint, slowly backed up and turned onto the road.

The car in front sped up and drove away.

Before the last car left, the rear window rolled down and the bearded man shouted, "South Korea is a great country. Those American soldiers are just bodyguards we paid for!"

If a man doesn't express his political views, he will suffocate to death.

Hawke shot back as he walked quickly towards the pickup truck: "It's really great to be able to build a country on an American colony."

The bearded man was almost going crazy.

Not only him, the other two guys in the car were also angry.

These people have been working in the wilderness for many years, and their temperaments have been tempered to be quite tough: "Get out of the car and kill him!"

But at this moment, Hawke opened the back door of the pickup truck and took out an AR rifle.

Biaohan is not stupid, the stick on the co-pilot seat shouted: "Go, go quickly!"

Hawke stood by the pickup truck, gun drawn, watching the taillights flash.

Erica came out of the restaurant, took out another AR, stood next to him, and said, "The people here are tough." Hawke said, "The more dangerous people are in such places, the more dangerous they are."

The boss Jerry came out of the restaurant and saw the guns in the hands of the two men. He quickly said, "Put them away. I can't do business if you do this."

"Are you full?" Hawke saw Erica nod and said to Jerry, "Give me more of your special beef jerky. I'll pack it up."

Jerry went back to get the beef jerky.

Erica got into the trunk, took out the bullets and empty magazine of the AR, and loaded bullets into it.

She even loaded the M12 shotgun with bullets.

Jerry came back with the beef jerky. Hawk paid the money, took the spare magazine handed to him by Erica, and got into the driver's seat.

Erica held AR and moved to the passenger seat.

There was no solemnity on her face, no worry or fear, but instead there was a hint of excitement.

Hawke started the car, left Jeffrey City, and drove towards the ranch, saying, "Calm down. You look like a perverted female killer."

Erica rubbed her face and asked, "Is it? Is it obvious?" She laughed crisply, "Doesn't this scene look like The Bonnie and Clyde?"

"No, no, those two are villains." Hawke said seriously, "We are the messengers of justice."

He drove and paid special attention to the back, but no one was following him.

The ranch is a bit far away, and after turning off the paved road, there is a gravel road.

After walking for nearly an hour, we finally saw the dividing line made of broken wooden stakes and iron wire. At the end of the car's high beam, there appeared a dilapidated hay barn and a two-story brick and wood structure house.

This was the result of renovations done by Hawke during his last visit.

The pickup truck stopped in the open space in front of the house. Hawke got out first and turned on the lights outside the house.

Erica came down with the gun, looked around, went to the back of the pickup truck, untied the tarpaulin covering it, and moved things down.

Hawke used the key to open the door, went in, turned on the light, and came out to help.

The two men each carried a large box and entered the house.

Erica put down the box, looked around the house, and asked curiously, "Is this where you grew up?"

"No." Hawke said simply, "That house was demolished a long time ago. It was built by the person who bought the ranch later. I bought the ranch back some time ago and renovated it."

He went to the kitchen to check the water and gas stove: "I found an agency to take care of this place. If no one takes care of the house for a long time, it will soon fall into disrepair."

Erica wiped the table and found no dust at all.

Hawke made sure that there was no problem with daily life and came out of the kitchen: "Pack up first."

The two moved all the luggage and other belongings into the house, put the food and water into the kitchen refrigerator, and sorted and put away everything else.

Hawke carried the newly bought bedding upstairs.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Erica took her toiletries, went into the bathroom, took a shower as quickly as possible, brushed her teeth, blow-dried her hair, and changed into clothes that fit her body very well, which highlighted her toned figure.

Just as she was blow-drying her hair, she heard the sound of water above her head. Someone was taking a shower in the bathroom upstairs.

Erica suddenly smiled, dried her hair, came out of the bathroom, picked up the holster belt with the pistol on it, buckled it around her waist, and waited for a while.

During this time, she dug out the raw meat she had specially prepared, went out to the car, and threw it away with force.

After she came back, she waited until the sound of water on the second floor had stopped before she put on her leather boots and went up the stairs.

Arriving at the small living room on the second floor, Erica discovered that only one room had bedding.

The door to the other bedroom was still closed.

Erica held the holster belt with one hand and deliberately placed the other hand on the pistol at her waist. She walked to the window and looked at the dark night sky, as if admiring the stars.

In fact, she played two trump cards - long legs and a perky butt.

Hawke came out of the bathroom and saw Erica's back, so he walked over immediately.

In the middle, he saw Erica's hand on the Glock holster.

This woman wants to pull again.

Hawke decided to cut the Gordian knot.

He walked over quickly and grabbed Erica's hand holding the gun: "You still have a gun?"

Erica turned her head and stared at Hawke. "It's like the wilderness here. I'm worried about wolves attacking at night."

"Now the wolf is coming." Hawke lowered his head and kissed him, his hands falling on the metal buckle of the holster belt and unfastening it skillfully.

The two of them pressed tightly together.

After a while, Erica's neck felt sore and she turned back.

Hawke turned her around so that she was facing him and was about to attack.

Erica put her hands on his chest and tried to pull him away: "Are we too fast?"

"The rhythm is just right." Hawke began to cast magic. The spell was called How to Quickly Get into a Woman's Heart.

Of course, this kind of spell depends on the person and the situation, and it is ineffective against bad women.

It didn't take Hawke long to understand why Brian Ferguson had said his cousin was difficult to handle.

Because Erica saw red.

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In the middle of the night, Erica was sleeping soundly in Hawke's arms when suddenly a wolf howled outside.

Almost at the same time, they both opened their eyes and sat up.

Hawke said, "There's a coyote!"

Erica was very happy: "I threw some raw meat outside, but I didn't expect it to come."

Hawke put on his clothes casually and prepared to go downstairs.

Erica felt a little pain and moved a little slower than usual, whispering, "Leave a few for me."

Hawke came back and held out his hand: "Do you want me to help you?"

"No need." Erica declined: "It's just a small wound."

The two of them went downstairs together.

Hawke took out the Savvis rifle and installed the night vision scope.

Erica was eager to try it out.

Hawke handed her the gun: "I use an AR."

"You're the best." Erica leaned over and kissed him, then walked to the open window and readied her rifle.

At another window, Hawk installed a night vision scope on an AR15 and reached out of the window.

Erica remembered where she had thrown the meat and pointed it out to Hawke.

Hawke nodded, already seeing the coyote.

There were three coyotes looking for food on the grass. The raw meat Erica threw out attracted them, but she couldn't give them a full meal.

These greedy guys want to find more food.

Hawke extended his finger and pointed to the right.

Then, the two men fired at almost the same time with tacit understanding.

The gunshot seemed to ring out only once, and the two coyotes on the grass fell down immediately.

As Erica cocked the gun, Hawke fired a second shot.

The third coyote, which was running away, had a burst of blood behind its head and fell down.

Hawke picked up the night vision binoculars, looked around carefully, and said, "No more, let's go and take a look."

The two men turned on the lights, carried their guns, went out, crossed the open space and came to the grass.

The coyote lying on the ground exuded a bloody smell. Its body looked large from a distance, but it was extremely skinny when you got closer.

Hawke turned the wolf's head with the muzzle of his gun and said, "I'll find a pair of pliers tomorrow and pull out the canine teeth. I'll give them to Frank later. The old guy asked me to bring him a gift."

Erica was happy to watch the fun: "When we hunt a bear, we'll give him a dried bear paw."

"Good idea." Hawke walked back: "We'll clean it up tomorrow."

The two returned to the house, but they were not sleepy at this moment. Erica's wound was still painful, and it was not convenient for her to do certain things. They simply stared outside while chatting, thinking that the smell of blood might attract new prey.

The gunshots seemed to scare the animals nearby, and no animal came over to accept the bullet's loving kiss.

Hawke simply took Erica back upstairs to sleep.

When the two woke up from their sleep, the sun had already risen high.

Erica called Hawke: "Hurry up and get up. We agreed to go into the mountains today."

Hawke glanced at the sun outside and said, "The weather is nice. You go cook dinner while I take care of the coyote carcass."

"I've received housekeeping training before, but I haven't done it for a long time." Erica said as she put on her clothes, "I can only do a few simple things."

Hawke said, "Just do something simple."

The coyote's body was easy to deal with. Hawk put on gloves, drove over in a pickup truck, first used pliers to pull out the coyote's canine teeth, then threw the wolf body into the truck bed, and transported it to a distant woods and dumped it away.

Just as the three wolf corpses were thrown away, strange cries suddenly came from the woods.

Hawke immediately picked up his AR rifle and stood guard, then found a telescope and looked deep into the woods.

It sounded like something was hunting, and there were faint cries of mountain lions.

But because it was quite far away, it soon became quiet again.

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