The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 135 The Sharp Female Detective (Subscription Request)
Morning, Medical Center.

The injured Bro Derek lay on the hospital bed. His usually tall squid-like nose was now limp and crooked on his face. The pain made him move his lips occasionally, but no teeth could be seen underneath and he could only make vague humming sounds.

This is a ward specifically designed to treat serious criminals in cooperation with the LAPD and the medical school.

Two metal chains were handcuffed around Bro's wrists and locked to iron rings on the concrete wall.

There were faint voices outside.

At the door, Officer Wayne, who was on duty, received a call.

Not long after, a delivery man wearing a white coat and a mask came over pushing a food cart.

Wayne conducted a routine inspection of the dining car and found no contraband. He whispered, "Hurry up."

The man in the white coat nodded and pushed the cart into the ward.

The door closed, he picked up the bread and placed it on the bedside table.

Bro turned his head, stared at the man, and uttered indistinctly: "Carol."

"It's me, old friend." Carol came specially. "My superiors told me to tell you not to say anything you shouldn't. Money will be deposited into your UBS account soon. You will be on parole in two years at most, and you will still be a rich man when you come out."

Bro knew the consequences of not obeying, and nodded repeatedly: "I understand."

Satisfied, Carol asked, "Anything you want to say?"

"Sarah! Sarah!" Bro said, trying to enunciate clearly. "Kill this bitch!"

Carol had heard about Bro and Sarah's affairs and said, "Old man, you have successfully made me afraid of marriage."

He didn't delay any longer and pushed the cart out of the ward.

Not long after things quieted down here, Officer Wayne received another call.

He turned his head to look at the door of the ward, sighed deeply, and could only continue to pretend that he knew nothing.

A moment later, an old black man in a blue medical suit came to the front of the ward pushing a cleaning cart.

Wayne did a routine check and said, "Hurry up."

Lao Hei nodded and pushed the cart into the room.

Wayne discovered that guarding an injured important suspect was not an easy job.

If someone calls him and he doesn't let them in, there will definitely be trouble.

If you let someone in and something goes wrong, he will be the one to take the blame.

Inside the ward, Lao Hei tightened the chain on the wall, making Bro unable to move, and then he took off his blue sanitary pants.

Bro opened his mouth in horror and tried to scream.

Lao Hei was surprised: "Wow, you have no teeth? This is so convenient."

Bro wanted to struggle but was unable to move. He called for help but there was no response, so he quickly closed his mouth.

Lao Hei was experienced and simply pinched Bro's nose.

Bro had to open his toothless mouth.

Wayne noticed that there was some noise inside, so he went over and knocked on the door gently.

"It will be ready soon." Lao Hei packed up and pushed the cleaning cart out.

Wayne didn't let him go. Instead, he looked at Bro's condition. Seeing that he was not injured, he waved his hand casually.

Lao Hei left quickly.

Wayne glanced at the foam around Bro's mouth and said, "You're so damn lucky to have enjoyed two big meals in a row."

Bro cried out loudly.

Wayne ignored him, left the ward and still stood guard at the door.

…………

There are few people in Mount Hubbard Park in the morning.

Hawke skirted a grove of palm trees and came to a clearing in the woods.

The temperature was a bit low in winter, and Jacqueline, wearing a woolen coat, was wandering around.

She saw Hawke and said, "You're here at last."

Hawke asked, "What happened?"

"Yes, something happened." Jacqueline said quickly, "Remember the red-haired girl Jessica I told you about? The one who took the same acting class as me at the Super Star School."

Hawke nodded: "I heard you mention it last time."

Jacqueline's face was solemn: "Jessica disappeared. I took two days off because of something urgent. When I came back to class, Jessica didn't come. It had been three days as of yesterday."

Hawke remembered that this was the second one.

He remembered something and asked, "Did you ask around?"

"No." Jacqueline worked with Hawke several times, mainly playing a role of being paid to be obedient: "I remember what you said, just use your eyes and don't ask with your mouth."

Hawke reminded again: "Don't ask, just go to class and study acting seriously."

Jacqueline nodded and said, "There is one more thing. Guerrero, who is in charge of the producer course, hinted to me before I took leave that as long as I was willing to go out at night, I could get a role. But after I came back from leave, he didn't come to class again."

Hawke checked and found out that Guerrero was Bro Derek's assistant. Bro had problems, so this guy was probably busy working at Akerman Pictures and had no time to go to class.

"I have Guerrero's contact information." Jacqueline asked, "Do you want me to contact him?"

Hawke shook his head and said solemnly, "No! Remember one thing, from today on, you are just a student in the acting class. You have nothing to do with anything else. Apart from learning acting, don't do anything in the acting school. Whether other female students disappear or not has nothing to do with you."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Jacqueline opened her mouth, as if she didn't know what to say.

Seeing that she was hesitant to speak, Hawke asked, "Anything else?"

Jacqueline thought for a moment and then asked, "Do you remember Renee?"

"Sounds familiar." Hawke thought for a moment and remembered: "You found the single mother who wanted to cause a car accident."

When helping Johnson get the role, he asked Jacqueline to find a companion in order to create a car accident.

The person they found was a single mother who had just entered the industry. Her black husband ran away after their daughter was born. The daughter seemed to have congenital deficiencies and required a large amount of money to maintain treatment.

This person thus embarked on the path that is bound to lead to success for women entrepreneurs.

Jacqueline said, "Yes, it's her. Her daughter is ill and I took leave to help her."

Hawke thought of Jacqueline's previous sister, who was a close friend.

"Reni is a very nice person," Jacqueline said. "Her daughter is very ill, and I lent her my only savings..."

Hawke understood: "Just tell me if you want to borrow money. We are old friends."

Jacqueline smiled shyly: "I'm not used to borrowing money. I always make money based on my ability." She was embarrassed, but still asked: "Can you lend me $3000? The little girl is really pitiful."

Hawke had dealt with her many times before, and he could tell that she didn't seem to be lying, so he said, "Okay, come with me to get the money later."

He called Edward and asked the Savior to pick up $3000 in cash.

Jacqueline said, "Thank you, I will pay you back as soon as I make money."

Hawke waved his hand: "These are your rewards."

Jacqueline didn't say anything more. She waited until Edward brought the money over. After taking the money, she drove straight to the University of California Medical School and found Renee.

The latter is very beautiful, especially with a hot body, even better than Jacqueline.

Jacqueline said, "Take the medicine as soon as possible."

Renee ran to find the doctor.

Jacqueline sat on a bench in the hallway and waited.

After a long time, Renee came back with a tired face.

Jacqueline asked, "How's it going?"

Renee smiled: "It's stable now." She looked at Jacqueline: "When her condition gets better, I will go out to take on some work, and I will pay you back as soon as possible."

"No hurry." Jacqueline said politely, and asked, "No news about the application from the charity foundation yet?"

Renee shook her head: "No, I submitted an application for assistance to the Ackerman Charitable Foundation, but I never received a reply."

Jacqueline comforted him: "The Ackerman Charitable Foundation has a good reputation, and there may be many people who need assistance, so just wait a little longer."

Renee had no other choice but to force a smile.

…………

In Barack Bernanke's office in Santa Monica, the headquarters of the Ackerman Charitable Foundation, Carol reported on the situation at the hospital.

The former was flipping through the newspaper and said, "Bro might encounter some difficulties. Sarah's old father has been very active these days and has called many people in the circle. Those people are like foxes and don't want to get involved in the couple's mess."

Carol responded, “I don’t want to either.”

"Did I just want to? Melissa didn't even bother to ask, but she threw it on my head." Barack complained: "This couple is simply the most perverted of perverts. One likes to see his wife being fucked, and the other is willing to use her husband as a stepping stone for fame and fortune."

Carol felt deeply: "You can't get married."

Barack thought of Melissa Ackerman and felt that getting married might not be a bad thing.

Carol asked, "Do you want me to find someone to warn Sarah Parker and keep her calm?"

"Don't look for her. In the past few months, just pretend she doesn't exist." Barack knew that Sarah was now the focus of the media and the treasure of the women's rights organizations: "Let them handle their private affairs."

It may be difficult for those women to accomplish anything, but they are very good at creating trouble. When they go crazy, they lack rationality and kill indiscriminately.

Carol and Bro are somewhat acquainted: "Sarah's agency, PR company, and operations company are probably all involved."

Barack recalled, "I remember hearing someone mention that the company that runs Sarah's business is a company called West Coast Media and Entertainment Studios. The founder's name seems to be Hawke or Horner or something like that. I heard that he has been jumping around a lot recently. Do a background check and have someone warn him."

Carol made a phone call and said a few words.

Soon, the call came back. Carol listened for a while and said, "According to the confirmed news, West Coast Studios is the media and operations partner of LAPD. This company was behind the Mule Gang incident and was doing image management for LAPD."

"LAPD?" Barack frowned.

Carol added: "His girlfriend is Erica Ferguson of the Ferguson family, and his attorney is Brian Ferguson."

Barack was stunned: "The star police officer promoted by LAPD, the future big boss..."

Carol added: "The Detective Department has word that the lucky bastard stopped Bro from shooting Sarah, and Erica Ferguson personally called the district attorney to confirm that he was a crime thief."

Barack said: "I remember Erica was ruthless, she shot everyone and killed Robert Downey Jr., that disgusting guy."

Squids also have their own circles. The drug addict is not a member of their circle. Even Carol looks down on him: "A person whose brain is controlled by drugs is a waste."

Downey never knew until his death that he died from a sentence that forced someone to jump off a building after he was high.

Barack was quite timid and said, "Find someone more reliable to warn that lucky bastard not to go too far."

Carol thought about his group of rough men and said, "I'll go there."

Barack nodded slightly: "That's fine."

…………

Ater Hill Shooting Range, West Los Angeles.

On the outdoor training ground, Hawke and Erica were fully armed and sorting their guns.

Hawke removed the empty magazine of the AR15 and replaced it with a new full magazine. He said to Erica, "You are an excellent shooter, but you are not as quick as me in close combat."

Erica acknowledged this: “Men have so many innate advantages, and you…have an even greater advantage.”

"Yesterday, I met Brian." Hawke said deliberately: "Bryan gave us his blessing."

Erica knows her cousin: "He definitely doesn't wish us happiness."

Hawke shrugged. "He hopes that next time we go on vacation, we'll be met with 20 armed robbers."

"We have to be ready." Erica loaded the magazine and pulled the bolt.

Hawke knew Erica's preferences too well and said, "We need to strengthen our tactical coordination training."

He pointed to the training ground with dummy targets in front and said, "My dear, you shoot accurately from the front, provide fire suppression and cover, and I will go around from the side and catch the enemy off guard."

With two people, it was difficult to come up with any fancy tactics, so Erica agreed: "Let's get started."

The simulation training started again and gunshots continued to ring out.

After emptying all the magazines they brought, the two ended their training and returned to the locker room.

Hawke changed his clothes and his cell phone rang. It was the Nokia that was placed in plain sight.

He answered the call, and a strange voice came from the other end: "Hello, Mr. Osmond, I'm Carol Berlot from the Ackerman Charitable Foundation. I want to talk to you in person."

Hawke glanced at the gun bag and said, "It seems that I have no business dealings with you."

The other side said: "You are running operations for Sarah Parker, and this is related to us..."

Hawke hesitated for a moment and said, "Well, I'll wait for you at the Ater Mountain Shooting Range."

After hanging up the phone and going out with his gun bag on his back, Hawke waited for a while on the lounge chair, and Erica also came out.

"Shall we go now?" Erica wanted to go to the Silver Lake community.

Hawke said: "Someone called me and wanted to meet and talk with me, so I asked him to come over."

He didn't beat around the bush: "Can I borrow the LAPD's most skilled female detective as my backer?"

Erica understood immediately: "It seems that things are a bit troublesome?"

Hawke said directly: "It should be related to Sarah's matter. The other party claims to be from the Ackerman Charitable Foundation."

Erica took out a belt from her bag and tied it around her waist, then took out a pistol and put it into the holster on the side.

The two of them came to the agreed resting place at the front door and waited.

Not long after, a tall, long-faced man came in through the door.

Carol glanced across the front hall and spotted the star police officer Erica, then her eyes fell on the unremarkable man next to her.

This man had short black hair, a thin face, ordinary looks, a calm temperament, and was not very noticeable.

At almost the same moment, Hawke was also looking at Carol and recognized him.

Hawke had seen him in the photos and videos taken by Campos. This was the driver who helped Bro Derek take the blonde girl away.

Carol walked quickly to Hawke, greeted the two men, introduced herself, pulled out a chair, and sat down opposite Hawke.

But his eyes seemed to inadvertently sweep across Erica's waist. This notorious woman was armed with a pistol.

The female police officer who dares to shoot and kill people is not scary. What is scary is that this woman has a deep background.

Hawke asked, "You came to me, about Sarah Parker?"

Carol felt that there were some things that she couldn't say casually, so she carefully selected her words and said, "The private conflict between Sarah Parker and Bro Derick is limited to the couple."

Hawke smiled and said, "My current job is to help Sarah win the Golden Globe Award."

Carroll understood and said, "I wish you win the Golden Globe."

"Thank you." Hawke acted as harmless as he looked.

Carol stood up and said goodbye: "I won't take up any of your time."

Things are going smoothly here. Carol still has to go meet Stephen Parker. That old guy is really difficult to deal with.

Stephen's shadow can be seen behind all the attacks against Bro in the press and media in recent days.

Hawke and Erica came out of the shooting range and got into the same car.

On the way to Silver Lake, Erica reminded: "Although the Ackerman Charitable Foundation is in the name of charity, its actions are a bit strange. You must be careful when dealing with them in the future."

Hawke thought about it and said tentatively: "I have heard something about this charity foundation."

Erica asked curiously, "What aspect?"

Hawke said roughly: "The Savior had a girlfriend who came from the relief station of this foundation. I heard her say that the foundation often organizes physical examinations. Some homeless people who were found to have hidden diseases never returned to Los Angeles. It is said that they found new jobs in other places."

Erica felt like she was listening to a science fiction story: "Free medical checkup and a job?"

Hawke said, "I don't quite believe it either."

"Don't worry about these shitty things. There are often dangers hidden behind them." Hawke used to remind the Savior, but now Erica reminded Hawke: "When some things reach a certain level, right and wrong do not depend on justice and fairness, but on the position and status of the person."

Hawke never wanted to be a messenger of justice. He said: "Good and bad are actually very simple. Those who are not on our side are bad people."

Erica turned her head and stared at him. "Hawk Osmond, you know what? I am very lucky to have met you. The way you do things, the way you think, and your physical strengths are perfectly in line with me."

"I should be the lucky one." Hawke thought of the Carroll and Ackerman Charitable Foundation.

He knew very well that these could not be accomplished in the short term.

So, even after learning about the girl's disappearance and problems with the charity's medical examination, Hawke still did nothing.

He wrote down all these things, waiting for himself to grow stronger and find the right opportunity.

Hawke had a lot less work to do in the following week, as Sarah Parker's reputation soared and she won a series of awards in the lead-up to the Hollywood awards season.

When Hollywood awards, what is selected is not the work itself.

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