The Wolf of Los Angeles.

The lights in the villa were on, and the two men quickly put on their clothes under the supervision of the LAPD.

On the other side, the female police officers controlled four women who were dressed in fancy clothes.

All LAPD officers, including Julian, wore the latest law enforcement cameras throughout the entire process.

The oldest of the four women saw Julian approaching, turned her head toward her room, and blinked.

Julian and others immediately launched a search of the villa.

Cash, leaves and game supplies, a lot of them.

The law enforcement camera captured it all.

Later, Julian found an account book in the brothel owner Selina's room.

Written on it are many customer names and transaction methods. Several major customers have single-page records, each with transaction records underneath.

The first one has the name Owen Nestor, followed by contact information and work or address.

And his total transaction amount exceeded 20,000 US dollars!

After successfully getting what they wanted, Julian waited until the search was completed, and then at a command, the LAPD escorted the suspects back to the police station.

The interrogation began immediately, and the women involved in the trade, especially the madams, said a lot.

By two o'clock in the morning, Julian had made a great harvest.

The suspects were detained separately and the group held a meeting.

Julian took out the account book and said, "There are many people involved in this case. Our principle is to catch the big ones and let go of the small ones. We will focus on the big customers recorded in the account book."

He checked the time and said, "I will go to work tomorrow morning and go through the compulsory summons procedures to summon all the suspects."

The subordinates responded one after another: "Yes."

Julian waved his hand: "Everyone go and have a rest."

Others left one after another.

Julian pulled out a cell phone and took some photos of the account book, then wiped the fingerprints off the phone and put it in an evidence bag.

Then he went out personally to buy midnight snacks for a group of guys.

When I came back, the evidence bag containing the phone was wrapped in garbage and thrown into a trash can on the roadside.

A homeless man passed by, rummaged through the dumpster, grabbed the items, and disappeared into the night.

…………

Covina, early morning.

Because Hawke had expended some energy on clearing the sewer, he temporarily slept in the rest suite in the office.

Suddenly, he was awakened by footsteps and immediately pulled out his gun.

There was a knock on the door from outside, and Brian's voice came over: "It's me, something's up."

"Come in." Hawke put away his gun.

Brian pushed open the door and saw Hawke put the pistol on the bedside table. He said, "Man, you have to control yourself and don't treat me as an enemy."

Hawke deliberately said: "Don't worry, at most I will beat you up."

Brian got down to business: "Julian has been dealt with. We have all the evidence and witnesses. We will subpoena Owen Nestor tomorrow morning according to the law."

"Great!" Hawke picked up his phone and made a call: "Send someone to Covina tomorrow morning to keep an eye on Irving. There's big news. Submit it to Twitter after filming it."

Campos on the other side responded, "Understood."

Hawke hung up the phone and said to Brian, "Find a few people, follow the plan, and wait for the LAPD to take Owen away to spread rumors."

Brian smiled grimly: "The man is ready, I promise to make his reputation worse than mine!"

Isn’t it just a comparison of the worst?

With Hawke, this bastard, around, Brian believed that his moral standards would be much higher than Owen's.

He asked again: "What about the school?"

Hawke said: "We are looking for the right person. The base of actors in Los Angeles is large enough, so it is not difficult to find someone. We have to make the fake play real."

All the things he planned had to happen in reality: "A Mexican father and son moved to Covina to rent a house. The son transferred to Eastern Middle School. As a transfer student and a minority, he often became the target of school bullying..."

Brian asked, “Why cast?”

"Think about the current situation in Hollywood. The people or things they have experienced are more numerous and more complicated than their peers." Hawke simply explained: "They are also better at acting."

Brian said, "Leave the transfer paperwork to me, I'll entrust someone to handle it."

Hawke said, "Find two more people to enter East Middle School. I need bystanders and photographers."

Brian nodded: "No problem."

The next morning, before the hospital's ward rounds were completed, an experienced lawyer from Brian's law firm went into Michael's ward with his assistant and signed an agency agreement with him to seek compensation for the accident and injury.

Afterwards, a reporter from Fox Channel 11 interviewed Michael.

Michael faced the camera and said: "I was driving my motorcycle normally. When I reached the three-way intersection near Covina, there was a sudden reflection in front of me, which made it difficult for me to see the road clearly. The car rushed onto the curb and I hit the hard reflective object, causing my arm to be broken."

All the faults were caused by that citrus sculpture.

The reporter also interviewed Michael's attorney.

The lawyer said very seriously: "We have obtained the specific information of the sculpture builder and will demand compensation from him according to the law."

Arnold, who had come to the hospital to see Michael last night, did not show up at this time.

Because he doesn't have the time and energy.

Covina City Hall had just started work in the morning and two vehicles belonging to the LAPD were parked in front of the main entrance.

Six police officers led by Julian showed their police badges, entered the city hall and met with Mayor Owen Nestor.

Owen heard them introduce themselves and was quite surprised: "Are you from the Western Branch? I am not under your jurisdiction."

Julian showed the compulsory subpoena procedure: "Mr. Mayor, we ask you to go to the Western Branch for questioning in accordance with the law. You are involved in a criminal case. Please cooperate." The office door was pushed open with a bang, and Fowler rushed in with a few old brothers.

Including Julian, all six police officers had their hands on the guns at their waists.

Owen shouted, "Who let you in? Get out! Now!"

Fowler wanted to speak, but Arnold rushed in from outside, pulled him out, and whispered, "What do you want to do? Do you want to kill your brother?"

These people slowly retreated.

Julian said seriously, "Mr. Mayor, this is a legal and compulsory subpoena. If you refuse to cooperate, we can only do it according to the regulations."

Owen stood up from behind his desk, straightened his clothes, and said, "Lead the way."

Two police officers came up behind him, Julian led the way, and the others surrounded Owen and left the office together.

Owen saw Arnold and said, "Notify the lawyer."

Arnold nodded, took out his cell phone and started calling.

As the group walked out of the city hall, flash cameras suddenly lit up, and it was obvious that there were reporters taking pictures.

Owen turned his head and saw a female reporter holding a camera.

On the other side, there was a male reporter holding a camera.

At the entrance of the City Hall, more than a dozen citizens gathered to watch the excitement because of the parked police car.

Covina is a small place, and some things can alarm half the town.

These citizens found that Mayor Irving was escorted out of City Hall by five fully armed LAPD police officers.

"What happened?" someone asked curiously.

The person next to him who didn't know the inside story said: "It looks like he was arrested."

Five police officers surrounded Owen and walked forward, and it was obvious that something was wrong.

By the time Owen was asked to get into the police car, there were even more people watching, more than thirty in total.

Police cars drove away one after another.

The reporter drove after him and continued taking pictures at the West Police Station.

Suddenly someone in the crowd said, "My cousin works at the Parker Center. I just asked him about it. It seems that Mayor Irving was taken away for soliciting prostitution."

Another person also said: "Yes, it is related to prostitutes. My aunt is at the 911 call center. She came back from get off work last night and discussed this with us."

Such gossip spreads at an alarming speed, not to mention that Irving was indeed taken away by the LAPD.

At first, people around were still discussing the topic of Mayor Irving and prostitutes.

By the time it reached the outskirts of the crowd, it had become Mayor Irving's strong prostitute.

After these people left, a new message was born in Covina, and Mayor Irving strengthened a dozen chicks.

Before noon, the story that Owen and the shemale had to tell appeared.

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Ocean Parkway, Twitter.

In the editorial office, Sasha personally edited the photos of Irving being escorted into the police car by the LAPD, the video of the LAPD's operation last night, the photo resume of the brothel owner Selina, and the photos of Irving in the account book notes, etc., into a news item and sent out a tweet using an account registered with a virtual identity.

Then it was released.

Sasha picked up the phone and called Caroline: "It's been sent."

In the office of the operations department, Miss Mee opened the backend, found the relevant news, and operated with higher authority to ensure that the news would appear in front of the right people as soon as possible.

After doing all this, she also picked up the phone and made a call.

When the call was connected, Miss Mee, dressed in pink, smiled like a little lamb: "Boss, it's been sent."

Hawke said, "I understand. Keep following up."

…………

Located in the office of a citrus and related processed products sales company in Covina.

During the lunch break, the clerks put aside their work and surfed the Internet.

Colt logged into his Twitter and suddenly found a red-marked news item in the news column. The headline that Mayor Irving had been soliciting prostitution for years immediately attracted his attention.

He clicked on the title and a web page popped up.

From the initial police crackdown on the prostitution ring, to the seizure of evidence, to the records of Mayor Irving in the accounts, and everything that happened in front of Covina City Hall today, all of these prove that Mayor Irving, who has a happy family, is more extravagant than his competitors.

Colt immediately retweeted the news.

He said to his colleagues around him: "Big news happened in Covina, check Twitter."

"I'm watching." The colleague on the left was eating melon with gusto.

The person on the right asked, "What's the big news?"

Colter said, "About Mayor Irving."

The man opened Twitter and asked at the same time: "Wasn't this guy taken away by the LAPD?"

"Someone posted a bunch of evidence on Twitter," Colter said.

Within five minutes, almost everyone sitting in front of their computers in the office was enthusiastically eating Owen Nestor's melon.

The citizens of Covina were talking about nothing else today but Owen Nestor.

This incident is much more explosive than the rumor that Brian Ferguson only had one billing receipt.

Brian is not married and is a bachelor.

Owen Nestor was taken away by the LAPD, and a series of "concrete" evidence was exposed, and he himself had a happy family.

For Hawke, it is much easier to make Owen Nester a disgrace than to change the reputation of Brian, an AIDS-phobic person. (End of this chapter)