The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 133: Taking Back the Old Debt Personally
Sherman Oaks, Mid-Mountain Luxury Home.

After rinsing three times and spraying perfume, Bro Derek came to the living room.

His good friend Barack Bernanke was waiting for him here: "Melissa reminds you to hurry up and get the divorce over with."

Bro didn't say anything. He turned on the TV and tuned to the news channel, Channel 9 in Los Angeles, which was reporting on a domestic violence scandal. It was all attacks against him, and they were just short of cursing him outright.

There is also a preview in the news that Sarah Parker and other women's organizations such as the Sisters March will hold a press conference tomorrow to establish a new anti-domestic violence charity organization.

After reading this, Bro switched to another channel and looked for relevant news.

Barack grabbed the remote control, turned off the TV, and said, "Don't watch it. Public opinion is extremely unfavorable to you."

Bro asked, "Why?"

Barack understood the meaning of the question: "You are Jewish, and so is Sarah Parker. Her father Stephen has called many newspapers. No one wants to get involved in your private affairs."

He reminded: "Hurry up and get a divorce, just pay a little more money, you can earn money again if you lose it."

"But the person is gone too." Bro whispered.

Barack was speechless and didn't bother to say anything else: "I'm leaving first. Call me if you have anything."

Bro sat still.

Barack had just left when the lawyer who had gone to the study to receive a fax came back.

The lawyer handed the fax to Bro: "Sarah has authorized a lawyer to file for divorce in court, apply for property preservation, and issue a property division agreement."

Bro took a quick look and said, "She wants me to leave the house with nothing!"

The lawyer said: "The situation is not favorable to us now..."

"I'll think about it carefully." Bro waved his hand: "You go back first, I'll call you if there's anything."

The lawyer had no choice but to leave.

Bro just sat in the living room, staring at his wedding photo with Sarah, without moving for a long time.

Love and betrayal.

In the green woodland outside the mansion, Campos, dressed in black, put down the telescope and said to Carlos, who came to work overtime, "Keep watching. I'll take a nap and then come to replace you."

By the early morning, there was still no movement.

Campos, who had gotten some sleep, sent Hawke a text message.

Beverly Hills, Hilton Hotel.

Hawke felt his phone vibrate, woke up and took a look.

Edward, who was outside, heard the noise and woke up from his sleep. He asked, "Boss, is there something wrong?"

"It's okay, go back to sleep." Hawke put on his clothes, picked up his pistol, and went to the door to take a look.

Sarah Parker lived in the room opposite.

Everything is normal.

Hawke came back, no longer sleepy.

Edward came out of the bathroom and asked, "Will Bro really go to such extremes?"

"He is mentally ill, and his relationship with Sarah is too abnormal." Hawke said simply: "He was willing to sacrifice his reputation to help Sarah solve the plastic surgery crisis. In the midst of extreme love, he was betrayed, which easily led to extreme hatred."

Edward seemed to recall the past: "Yeah, it's easy to go to extremes."

Hawke could tell that the Savior had a story, but now was not the time to ask, so he added, "Bro is more than just a producer."

The Provo crew, and the missing girl, are proof that Bro has no lack of courage to trample the law.

Worried that Bro might not have enough courage, Hawke continued to stimulate him.

Edward asked, "If he gets a team of people..."

Hawke said, "Then call the police. They are the largest armed and violent organization in Los Angeles. They will teach him a lesson."

Since he couldn't sleep, Hawke simply called Caroline who was also staying in the hotel.

The phone rang for a long time before it was connected. Then came a mumbling voice that sounded like a dream: "Mee——"

Hawke raised his voice: "Come here."

Caroline woke up with a start and said in a bad mood, "What time is it now!"

"There is important work to discuss." Hawke said casually.

He hung up the phone and went to wash up and change his clothes. Not long after, Caroline, with her makeup free, knocked on the door.

Caroline complained: "I am not the cow and horse you are talking about!"

"I know, you're a little ewe." Hawke said, "I have a new idea for writing a speech for Sarah."

Caroline had no choice but to take a pen and a notebook.

As the sky gradually brightened, the three of them went out for breakfast.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Hawke came to the hotel press room and took a look at the on-site layout.

Los Angeles Channel 9, which is responsible for the live broadcast, has already started setting up cameras.

Hawke chatted with Sarah for a few words, then carried his bag to the lounge in the back.

Edward bought several copies of the new edition of the newspaper.

Hawke quickly flipped through the newspapers and found that they all published the news of Sarah Parker's domestic violence in a prominent position, and some of them even reposted the photos of the victim's injuries disclosed in Ace News.

The media, without exception, has been criticizing Bro Derek.

Pregnant woman Sarah Parker's initiative to protect herself and her children and her strong fight against domestic violence has been unanimously praised.

The media also strongly called on the judicial system to severely punish domestic violence perpetrators.

Two people came in from outside. Caroline, who was walking in front, introduced the middle-aged woman who followed them: "Hawk, this is Michelle, the Los Angeles director of Sister Parade. Misha, this is Hawke Osment, the founder of the West Coast Studio."

Michelle took the initiative to step forward and shake Hawke's hand: "Although this is the first time we meet, this is the second time we have worked together."

It was actually the third time. The first time was when Erica shot Donnie. Hawke didn’t mention it and smiled, “I hope it’s as successful as last time.”

Michelle said: "At today's press conference, we will establish the National Anti-Domestic Violence Alliance with Sarah, and Sarah will serve as honorary chairman."

Hawke said: "This will be a great collaboration that will go down in the history of the equal rights movement in the United States."

The two quickly ended their brief chat and the news conference began.

Los Angeles Channel 9's live broadcast also began.

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In the mansion in Sherman Oaks, Bro ate something hastily, thought of the trailer he had seen last night, found the remote control, turned on the TV, and switched to Los Angeles Channel 9.

Then, he saw his wife, whom he once loved, and ended up backstabbing him.

In her speech, Sarah called on women who have been victims of domestic violence across the United States to stand up bravely, say no to domestic violence, take legal action, and seek justice from the perpetrators.

Bro remained calm the entire time. He slowly put down the remote control and looked at his palms. A hearty love affair turned into the most shameful betrayal!

He stood up and walked towards the storage room, opened a cabinet, took out a gun case from the secret compartment, took out a small SIG Sauer pistol, loaded the magazine, and put it in his pocket.

Although he was not an honest man, facing the betrayal of his beloved, Bro showed the anger of an honest man at this moment.

The deeper the love, the more painful the heart, and the deeper the hatred.

Bro got in his Mercedes and headed southeast toward Beverly Hills.

At the moment the Mercedes drove out the door, Campos used a telescope to look through the front windshield and confirmed that the person driving the car was Bro.

He picked up the intercom first and said, "The target vehicle appeared, a black Mercedes, heading southeast."

Garcia, who had been on standby in a car nearby, immediately started the car and chased after him.

Campos put away his binoculars and walkie-talkie and ran toward the parking lot.

Carlos had already started the car and was waiting.

Campos got in the car and said, "Let's go!"

The Chevrolet turned onto the main road.

Campos took out his cell phone and dialed Hawke's number: "The target is out alone, heading southeast, suspected to be heading to Beverly."

Hawke walked away from the press room and said, "Keep following and determine the destination."

The other side responded: "Understood."

Hawke waved to Edward and asked him to go into another lounge together, take off his business suit jacket and open another bag.

He put on wide-rimmed glasses and a baseball cap, put on a sports coat, and took out the pistol to examine it.

Edward was doing the same thing: "Boss, are they coming?"

"It's very likely." Hawke put the pistol into the gun bag under his armpit and reminded Edward: "Bring your concealed carry license. If the LAPD wants to check it, cooperate with them. Do you understand?"

Edward knew very well that he was in the high-risk group of having his magazine emptied, and said, "I will definitely raise my hands when the time comes!"

In addition to the gun, Hawke also grabbed a bottle of high-concentration pepper spray and stuffed it into his pocket.

Edward followed suit.

The two men were armed, and Campos called again: "The target has entered Beverly Hills."

Hawke took out the spare Sony Ericsson phone, connected the Bluetooth headset, and walked outside.

When he was leaving, he saw a newspaper at the door and picked up one. In the press room, the press conference had reached the final question-and-answer session.

Hawke pointed and Edward immediately entered the press room.

He turned out of the corridor and came to the hotel lobby.

Hawke kept track of Burrow's movements through Campos' phone calls.

Soon, he was able to confirm that Bro was coming to the Hilton Hotel.

It was still uncertain what Bro was going to do, so Hawke told Campos: "Follow him, and don't do anything without my instructions."

The press conference ended at this time, and the media reporters left one after another and rushed back to the editorial office to finish their manuscripts.

Not long after, Michelle and her people left as well.

Hawke took out another Nokia phone and called Miss Mee: "Let Sarah rest for a while before leaving."

Since she hadn't gotten the money yet, Caroline played the role of a good boy and an obedient woman: "I'll take Sarah with me when you say we're leaving."

Campos' voice came again in Hawke's headphones.

He immediately walked out of the hotel door, came to a pillar, and looked at the parking lot in front.

A black Mercedes drove into the parking lot, and the license plate number showed that it was Bro Derek's car.

The car stopped where the hotel's main entrance could be seen, but the person in the car did not get out and seemed to be on the phone.

Caroline called soon and said, "Brown just called Sarah and said he was outside the Hilton Hotel. He asked Sarah to go to the law firm together to sign the divorce agreement. He said his love for Sarah would never change and he would give up all his property."

Her voice was a little anxious: "Sarah walked out, I couldn't stop her, I could only follow her."

Hearing this, Hawke thought to himself, is Bro really that bad? A super bootlicker?
He didn't quite believe it and said, "Stay away from her."

Caroline added: "She asked Edward to drive."

Hawke turned around and waited for a moment. When he saw Edward go out, he made a silent gesture.

Edward saw it, went down the steps and went to drive.

Hawke briefly observed the location of the Mercedes and the hotel's main entrance, determined the quickest way to get there, walked downstairs with the newspaper, came to a bench, sat down and read the newspaper.

The door of the black Mercedes opened, and Bro, wearing a hat, got out of the car. He put one hand in his pocket, holding the small pistol inside, and walked towards the main entrance of the hotel.

To avoid arousing suspicion, Campos waited a moment before getting out of the car with his briefcase.

In the hotel lobby, Sarah walked and called Brian to inform the lawyer that the divorce case might make significant progress.

Being able to reach a divorce agreement without going through court proceedings can save a lot of legal fees.

What's more, there is a chance to take over all the property.

It was hard for Sarah to say no.

Caroline, carrying her Hermès bag, fell behind, her high heels clacking heavily, as if she was trying to catch up with Sarah, but her steps were so small that the distance between them widened.

Edward had already driven away, and Sarah came to the door and walked out directly.

When Bro saw his very familiar wife, he immediately quickened his pace and walked past Hawke.

Hawke wasn't sure what Bro was going to do, so he put down the newspaper and followed behind him.

Bro had only Sarah in his eyes. He stepped onto the first step in front of the hotel, reached out with his right hand, and shouted, "Sarah Parker!"

Sarah turned around and saw her husband, and at the same time saw the pistol he took out.

She subconsciously raised her hands and was about to hold her head.

Hawke was waiting for this moment. The moment he saw Bro pull out his gun, he suddenly exerted force on his feet and pounced forward.

He grabbed Bro's right arm and turned it to a deserted place.

With a bang, a gunshot rang out and the bullet hit the glass on the side of the main entrance of the Hilton Hotel, and broken glass fell down.

Screams and running sounds were heard all around.

At the same time, Hawke pushed Bro down onto the steps from the side and behind.

He held down Bro's right hand that was holding the gun with his right hand, and held down the back of the squid's head with his left hand. Without waiting for the squid to struggle, he used all his strength to knock it out with his knee.

Hawk hit the squid's vitals with his full-strength knee, and a sound like an egg breaking was heard. The body that was originally trying to exert force immediately softened.

Without waiting for Bro to make a sound, Hawke exerted force with his left hand, grabbed the squid's hair, lifted its head up suddenly, and smashed it down hard again.

With a bang, Bro's entire face came into contact with the marble floor with no blind spots.

The squid's iconic big nose collapsed immediately.

This guy hated Sarah's betrayal to the extreme, and even at this moment, he still didn't let go of the gun.

Hawke took the risk just to get some of the old debt back from Ga Yaozi.

He pressed his knees hard on Bro's waist, grabbed Bro's hair with his left hand, lifted Bro's head up again and smashed it down hard.

There was another muffled sound, and Bro's forehead, brow, nose and face were all covered in blood.

Without any pause, Hawke lifted Bro's head again, saw the edge of the stairs, and smashed it down again.

Just like the LAPD emptying the magazine, don't stop in between!
Bro's mouth hit the step and most of his teeth fell out.

Hawke pulled up the squid head again and rammed it into the steps again.

The mouth was still in close contact with the stone, and more than twenty teeth were revealed from Bro's cracked mouth.

All the front teeth have fallen out!

Hawke grabbed the head and continued to hit it, trying to turn the guy into a toothless squid.

"Put down the gun!" Hawke was still pressing down on Bro's hand, and it was difficult for Bro to let go. "Put down the gun! Put down the gun now!"

Seeing that the bastard didn't let go, Hawke took out the super concentrated pepper spray from his pocket, aimed it at Bro's head, and sprayed it all over his head and face.

When this thing touched the wound on his face, Bro let out a scream and let go of the gun.

Hawke quickly kicked it away.

Bro on the ground was no longer in human form.

Several security guards at the entrance of the Hilton Hotel rushed over when they saw the gun slip out of his hand.

Hawke said, "Control him and call the police."

"Call the police." The security guard pointed at Hawke's wide-rimmed glasses: "There's blood splattered on them."

Hawke waved his hand: "It's okay."

He walked towards the hotel entrance, and several people subconsciously moved away from the hotel driveway, which was not crowded to begin with.

Hawke hung up the phone, put away the Bluetooth headset, and called Erica: "I was shot in front of the Beverly Hilton Hotel."

Those breaths immediately became rapid: "Are you okay?"

Hawke quickly said: "I'm not injured. I subdued the gunman."

Erica said no more: "I'll take someone there right away."

Not far away, Campos, who had followed, took his hand out of his lapel, turned around and walked back.

This side can be easily solved, there is no need for him to stay here.

He is an eye in the dark and does not need to show his face.

Hawke stepped on the broken glass and entered the main entrance of the hotel. Seeing Sarah shivering, he patted her on the back and said, "It's okay."

Miss Mee saw the whole process and kept staring at Hawke. Stars seemed to appear in her eyes, which were as pure as a little goat.

She was a little scared, a little excited, and a little admiring.

The fear was that Hawke once said that if she didn't obey, she would be shot at, but now it seemed that it was not a threat.

Excitement and admiration came to Miss Mee as she confirmed that this seemingly ordinary man was actually incredibly strong.

Sarah asked in a trembling voice, "Is he dead?"

"No, but he can't hurt you anymore." Hawke glanced at Dumb Sheep and said deliberately, "He called you to make an appointment. Caroline couldn't persuade you, so she called me immediately. I was worried that he might harm you, so I waited at the door of the hotel. I didn't expect..."

Caroline understood.

Sarah didn't care about the blood on Hawke's body and hugged him: "Thank you, thank you."

She turned around and hugged Caroline again: "Without you, my life would definitely be ruined, and I would even be killed."

Several senior executives from the Hilton Hotel arrived one after another.

The sirens of LAPD patrol cars sounded outside, and the nearest patrol officer arrived.

The LAPD first controlled the people and the gun, briefly inquired about the situation, and then came to the hotel to look for Hawke and Sarah.

When Hawke saw the patrol car, he pulled out the upgraded card Susie had given him.

The older patrolman took a look and asked with concern: "Sir, do you need medical assistance?"

"I'm not hurt." Hawke pointed at Sarah: "My client is frightened."

More patrol officers arrived.

The main station contacted them at this time, reminding the patrol officers to protect the scene. The detectives had already set off and they would be in charge of the case.

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