The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 151 The Advantage Is in Us (asking for monthly ticket)
Century City, Beverly Business Club.

Hawke and Caroline came to the reception room and waited for less than five minutes before Sarah Parker and her father Stephen Parker came in one after another.

Sarah walked quickly towards Hawke and opened her arms to hug him.

Hawke took a step back and pointed at her bulging belly: "Be careful."

Sarah smiled and patted her abdomen gently: “After a while, I will accidentally fall down.”

Stephen Parker had a different opinion. He came over and said to Hawke, "She always listens to you. Please persuade her to give birth to the baby."

How could Hawke possibly get involved in such a matter? He replied, "It's best if you discuss this matter behind closed doors."

Caroline simply said nothing.

Hawke agreed to meet Sarah for only one purpose, and at this moment he said directly: "Congratulations on winning the Golden Globe Award."

Sarah understood immediately: "I have asked someone to transfer the money to you. The final $80 bonus will be transferred to your company account soon."

She is very ambitious: "I will definitely look for you again when I strive for an Oscar in the future."

Hawke said: "I wish you can realize your dream soon."

Sarah chatted for a while and went to find Caroline: "I heard that you and Rooney Chasen had a falling out?"

"I'm Hawke's assistant now." Caroline said, "The work here is easier, and I can learn some new things."

Sarah lamented, "It's a pity you can't be my PR manager anymore."

Caroline had had enough of her: "Good luck."

Here, Hawke chatted with Stephen Parker for a while, and he asked, "What's the situation in the prison now?"

"Bro Derek enjoyed the double happiness of Fengyoujing and chili water." Stephen felt very happy to vent his anger for his daughter. "But a few black men were too harsh on him. After the New Year, Bro Derek had to be transferred to the hospital for treatment. Someone from Akerman Films even called me."

Hawke asked, "What did they say?"

Stephen said, "Let me not go too far." He shook his head, "Let's leave it at that for now. Bro Derek's sentence is long. There's plenty of time and opportunity."

Hawke said nothing more, then left the reception room with Caroline.

Caroline followed from behind, her small face full of desire. She opened her mouth several times, but closed her lips every time when the words came to her lips.

Hawke knew what she wanted to say, but he deliberately didn't say it and just kept silent.

Caroline had no choice but to quietly walk closer and whispered, "Boss, I ordered a new car."

"What car?" Hawke asked.

Caroline said, "The new Bentley Continental."

Hawke turned to look at her: "You have received about $20 in commissions from me in the past few months, right?"

Caroline shook the bag in her hand and stretched out her left hand to reveal the watch under her sleeve: "I am a fashion expert and cannot fall behind the fashion trend."

Hawke didn't bother to tell her: "I'll transfer the commission to you soon."

Caroline smiled brightly and asked, "Boss, what kind of sound do you like to hear? I'll make it for you."

Hawke came out of the business club and urged, "Hurry up and do the work I gave you yesterday."

"I'll go right away." Caroline's enthusiasm was fully aroused.

At noon, Hawke made an appointment with Megan Taylor to have lunch together.

The two met in a private room of a Chinese restaurant.

Megan put down her chopsticks, replaced them with knife and fork, and said, "I have been following and reporting on Wagren's news for many issues in a row, always at the forefront, and now I have been marked with a red mark."

Hawke said, "You are now mainly covering social and political news. If you want to move up, it is almost impossible to remain neutral."

Megan forced a smile: "I didn't expect this day to come so early."

"Don't you notice? Society is being torn apart step by step." Hawke thought for a moment and said, "If you don't stand on my side, you'll stand on the enemy's side, which is increasingly in line with the changes in the social situation."

Meghan said: "I don't like that pig in the Oval Office, what he said is too extreme."

Hawke smiled and said, "But that's what America does, not only internationally, but also domestically, both parties."

Megan guessed: "This time it's more than just hiring? Did you make a choice too?"

"It's not really a choice." Hawke was very direct: "Political and business collusion, a traditional art."

He tried to invite her: "I plan to work in online media. Are you interested in changing jobs? You are very suitable to be the editor-in-chief."

With Megan's ability, she can make any celebrity scandal she gets her hands on make for a great success.

Megan did not answer, but said: "The news follow-up report of the Wagner incident is over, and I am also the assistant director of Channel 11."

Hawke understood and raised his glass: "I wish you a promotion and become a director soon."

Megan clinked glasses with him: "Thank you."

Hawke stopped talking about the previous events and instead talked about some interesting things that happened in Los Angeles recently.

After the two finished their meal and came out of the restaurant, Hawke drove Megan to the Fox Television Center.

Afterwards, he went to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities and brought them to the Yinhu community.

Erica made an appointment with him tonight.

In the Silver Lake community, Hawke drove to the gate of the yard, took out the electronic key, and pressed the close button.

The separately powered security system lost power.

Hawke opened the door with the remote control, and drove into the yard with anticipation, but was somewhat disappointed to find that it was empty and no thieves had broken in. He drove the car into the garage.

The community management here is not as good as that of famous top luxury residential areas such as the North Sunset Strip. It is a common semi-open luxury residential area in the United States.

There are security personnel, but not many.

At this time, a Mexican man came into the security booth at the entrance of the community on the main road running from west to east.

With his ability to make anyone amiable, Ayala quickly closed the distance between himself and the two security guards.

The dealers are wealthy and their main feature is their generosity.

Ayala took out several stacks of US dollars and stuffed them into the two security guards' pockets. He also took out his credentials that he had prepared in advance and said, "I'm a reporter from US Weekly. I want you to do me a favor."

There is very little surveillance these days, so the security guards must have the confidence to let people in.

The two men collected their money, and the older white man said, "If you have something to say, just tell me."

In a place like Los Angeles, there are at least hundreds of thousands of people who have worked as news informants. This security guard has at least a dozen journalists' business cards in his cabinet.

After completing this job, there was no way she could stay in Los Angeles. Ayala said directly: "I got a piece of information. LAPD's star police officer Erica Ferguson has a villa here and often has trysts with her boyfriend. I want to get some news about her..."

The younger one said, "I saw him a few days ago. I think he even sent some goods to him."

The FedEx truck was too conspicuous, so he asked it to register before entering the community.

Ayala took out his business card and handed it over: "Do me a favor. If they come here, call me and I will reward you handsomely."

"No problem." The security uncle agreed immediately because he had to support his family, and at the same time reminded: "Don't leak our information."

Ayala said, "Of course! This is a wealthy area, and there will definitely be celebrities moving in in the future. I want to cooperate with you for a long time."

He pointed inside the community and said, "I'll go in and take a look around."

The security guard waved his hand: "Go ahead, don't disturb the residents."

Ayala went out and got in his car, followed the main road into the community, observed while driving, and soon found the target.

It was a large single-family villa near Silver Lake, with courtyards in the front and back. The wall was three and a half meters high, and the double-opening metal door was closed, blocking out the prying eyes from outside.

The big house has two floors with a loft.

Each of the detached villas here has a certain distance from its neighbors.

Ayala slowed down the car and took a closer look. The target villa had external locks on both sides and it seemed that no one lived there.

He was afraid of arousing suspicion from the surrounding residents, so he did not stop to observe and drove away normally.

Ayala exited the community from the northeast, circled back onto Santa Monica Boulevard, and headed toward West Los Angeles.

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When it was completely dark, Erica finished her work for the day and drove her Cherokee to the Silver Lake community.

The main road was brightly lit, and the Cherokee passed by the security booth. The young security guard asked, "The one that just passed by looks like Erica Ferguson's Cherokee."

When the older people came out, they could vaguely see the rear of the Cherokee.

The young security guard also went out: "From what I remember, there are very few people in the community who drive this Cherokee. It should be her."

The older one said, “Call, hurry up and call, that reporter is very generous, we can get a few hundred dollars more.”

The young security guard quickly went to make a phone call.

On the other side, Erica entered the yard, parked the car directly in front of the villa, jumped out of the car and walked quickly into the house.

She smelled a delicious aroma and headed straight for the restaurant.

On the table, there were several dishes including stewed beef brisket with tomatoes and fried lamb chops.

There was movement in the kitchen, so Erica ran over and stuck her head in. Before she could react, an arm suddenly stretched out and hugged her neck.

Hawke dragged her in and they kissed passionately.

After a while, Erica struggled to get away: "No, let's eat first. I've been running around outside all afternoon today and I'm starving."

"Fill your stomach from above first, then fill your stomach from below." Hawke pulled her out.

The two of them sat at the dining table to eat. Erica had just eaten about five-tenths of her fill when she noticed a foot stretched out from the other side of the table and rested on her long, toned legs.

The meal was soon changed to a different way of eating.

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Westwood District, an old wealthy area.

Inside a villa, Camilla had just finished dinner and was considering pulling Ayala upstairs to relieve some physical stress when Ayala's cell phone suddenly rang.

After looking at the number, Ayala answered it, listened to a few words on the other end, hung up the phone, and said to Camilla, "I got accurate information that Erica Ferguson and Hawke Osment went to the villa in the Silver Lake community."

Camilla asked, "You just said where is convenient to start?"

"The occupancy rate in the villa area is not high, and the patrols are not intensive." Ayala repeated what he had said before: "There is no one around their villa. There are only two of them in a short period of time. The advantage is on us!"

Camilla had waited for so long, and finally got the chance: "Gather the brothers, and take action tonight!"

Ayala made calls one after another, and cars drove out from West Los Angeles to North Hollywood, arriving in the Hollywood area to meet at an agreed warehouse.

In the basement of this warehouse, a batch of weapons of the Mule Gang were stored.

(End of this chapter)