The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 200 Save a life

The next morning, as soon as Hawke arrived at Twitter, Brian came over.

He entered the office, closed the door, and said to Hawke, "The latest news is that a victim called the FBI and the FBI forcibly subpoenaed Owen Nestor yesterday afternoon."

Hawke heard the key: "Is there really a victim?"

Bryan said: "It's not hard to find a victim. They are the FBI, not the LAPD."

Hawke asked curiously, "You were able to get the news. Could it be that the person leading the team was your old lover?"

"Not an old lover," Brian corrected, adding, "Jennifer is in charge of this case."

Hawke had thought of it yesterday. Jennifer's transfer here was the work of the Elephant Party, and the purpose was very clear, which was to continue attacking the donkeys.

He asked, "Jennifer's family is not simple, right?"

Brian said vaguely: "Normally, at this age, you can't be the deputy director of the FBI Los Angeles branch."

He didn't stay here for long. He chatted about Covina's affairs for a while and soon said goodbye and left.

A series of changes in Covina forced Brian to take over early.

Thanks to family resources, when Brian took office, he brought a professional support team to help him, a rookie, get on the right track.

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Paramount Studios, Hollywood.

The afternoon class at the Superstar Training School was over. Harley packed her personal belongings leisurely, looked at the tall and long-legged beautiful girl Lena, and walked out of the classroom excitedly and caught up with Greg, the producer of Akerman Pictures.

The two men walked outside together, talking as they walked.

Harry couldn't hear what the two were talking about, but she knew something was wrong.

She did a lot of research on the superstar school, secretly took photos of the list of past students, found the names of the missing people, and secretly contacted the students in the same class.

The students had some impression that the missing person was very close to Bro Derek, the producer of Akerman Pictures who was attending the class at the time.

Bro Derek has been sentenced to prison for shooting his wife Sarah Parker in the street.

The current school principal, Greg, was previously Bro Derick's assistant.

Harley's original plan was to join the competition in person. She was very confident about her appearance, but after taking classes for nearly half a month, she found that she did not attract any attention at all.

Instead, it was Lena who was favored by Guerrero.

Harley quickly realized what the problem was. She was almost 25 and Lena was less than 18.

These men!
Guerrero and Lena entered the office.

Harley could only move forward and directly out of the Superstar School.

She didn't leave and came to the car.

Ever since Lena had been in the spotlight, Harley had made a point of befriending her, and their relationship had become close in private.

After waiting for a while, Lena came out from the Super Star School.

Hallie called her.

Lena, who had been about to call a taxi, walked over quickly and smiled at Harley: "I thought you left."

"We're on our way, get in the car." Harley opened the door and got in the driver's seat.

Lena also got in the car.

In a nearby car, a Mexican female student had been quietly following Harley and Lena.

She saw Lena go to the office and followed Harley over.

At this time, the two got together.

The Mexican female student took out her cell phone and called: "Garcia, the two targets, Harley and Lena, got on the same car and are about to leave."

The other side replied: "Don't worry about it, I will catch up with them."

The female student hung up the phone and drove away.

On the other side, Harley drove the car and turned out of the busy street. She asked casually, "What did Guerrero teach you? It's so mysterious."

"Did you see it?" Lena was in a very good mood. Thinking of the opportunity provided by Guerrero and the instructions not to tell anyone, she said vaguely, "There is a party tonight. Guerrero asked me to attend."

This reminded Harley of the missing girls. She reminded them seriously, "I've been in Los Angeles for a while. Many Hollywood producers love to deceive pretty girls. Their words are not credible."

But how could a girl who was obsessed with the dream of becoming a star listen to such words? Lena lied, "I don't plan to go either, but it's not good to refuse in person. I'll call Guerrero later and tell him I don't have time."

After all, Harley is an investigative reporter. She can more or less distinguish the truth from the lies of such an inexperienced girl: "Hollywood is not that simple, you..."

"Okay, dear, I get it." Lena smiled at her: "I'm not going."

Having said that, Harley couldn't say anything more and walked her all the way to the single apartment she rented.

Lena was about to get off the car: "Thank you, I'll treat you to a big dinner tomorrow night."

Harry called her and took a bag from the back seat: "I remember your 18th birthday is coming up, right? This is for you."

Lena quickly shirked her responsibility: "How can I do this?"

"Put it on." Harley smiled and said, "Neither of us has any roots in Los Angeles, so we'll take care of each other in the future."

Lena saw the brand on the bag and really didn’t want to refuse, so she said, “Thank you.”

Harley opened the package directly: "See if the color matches you?"

"Very beautiful!" Lena took it: "Thank you."

Harley unzipped the bag, took out the desiccant and threw it away, then held open the bag: "Switch it over."

"Yeah." Lena put the things in the old bag into the new bag.

She got out of the car and walked towards the apartment building.

Harry felt a little mixed, but after hesitating for a moment, he picked up a remote control and pressed the power button.

When they arrived at the apartment building, Lena looked back and saw Harley's car driving away. She threw the old bag into the trash can and went upstairs happily.

When she goes out at night, carrying this new bag can give her more confidence.

Lena went upstairs in a happy mood.

Harley returned to a nearby rental garage, changed to a Cadillac, and drove out.

This car and the bag given to Lena were both equipment she specifically requested from Fox News.

Media affiliated with News Corporation always have some special equipment.

Harley bought food and water, and even put on adult diapers to make it easier to keep watch.

She knew very well that the sooner those bastards were dug out, the sooner new victims would be prevented from appearing.

Harley turned on the car's GPS display and wiretap receiver and put on her headphones.

On the display, the GPS locator is right above the apartment building.

Lena's humming voice came from the headphones, very clear.

Harley turned on the recording function again.

People were passing by on the sidewalk. A Mexican man carrying a briefcase came from the opposite direction, and like all the people who just got off work, he walked by in a hurry.

Carlos passed by the car, quickly glanced at the windshield, continued walking forward, and got into a very common Chevrolet on the side of the road.

The car drove out of the parking space and quickly disappeared.

A few minutes later, a Ford turned into the street and parked in an empty parking space.

Carlos pointed to the car in front of him: "Miss Harley is in that car."

Garcia said: "She suddenly came over today to stare at the girl named Lena. Did she find anything?"

"The boss said to contact him if there is any situation." Carlos took out his cell phone: "I'll call the boss."

He called Campos.

At the Butterfly Information Consulting Company, Campos listened to Carlos' report, thought for a moment, picked up the landline, and called Hawke: "Boss, the reporter named Harley suddenly took action. She is targeting a beautiful girl named Lena."

On the other end of the phone, Hawke asked, "What's going on with this Lena?"

Campos's people had been keeping an eye on Harley and knew all about the people she had been in contact with: "Harley's classmate in the training class is only 17 years old, outstanding in appearance, and from Texas."

Hawke felt that something might be wrong and said, "You go there in person. If you can ensure your own safety, Harley can help."

"Understood." Campos called a subordinate who was an excellent driver and went downstairs together.

The two got in the car and headed straight for Westwood, where they soon arrived at the target apartment building.

They stopped the car at a distance.

The sky gradually darkened and street lights came on on both sides of the road.

Harley's cell phone rang in her headphones, and she immediately perked up.

Not long after, a Mercedes drove up and stopped at the door of the apartment building.

Lena quickly came out of the apartment building and saw the middle-aged woman in a women's suit and asked, "Are you Ms. Meryl?"

"It's me." Meryl looked kind and polite. She opened the back door and gestured for him to come in. "Mr. Guerrero is waiting for you at a beach club."

Lena got in the car and smiled sweetly: "Thank you."

Meryl said to the driver, "West, drive."

The driver drove the Mercedes southward.

Harley waited for a moment, started the car and followed. She checked the GPS display to make sure she was following the vehicle.

But soon after she drove out, a Land Rover Defender followed.

The vehicle turned out of this street, and the driver glanced at Carol and said, "Boss, are Meryl and the others following behind?"

Carroll, who once partnered with Bro Derick, acted more calmly: "Let's see what the situation is."

After this car left, Campos and Carlos' car started slowly, blended into the traffic, and followed at a distance.

They had followed a car full of girls all the way to a beach club in Venice.

Looking at the direction the car in front is heading, it is clearly heading to Venice.

Knowing the destination, it was too easy for them to follow.

In the Cadillac, Harley kept her distance while listening to the voice coming from the headphones.

The woman named Meryl let Lena drink water and eat candy on her own.

Lena exclaimed, as if water and candy were top-notch luxury items.

When the car arrived in Venice, Harley suddenly realized that Lena hadn't spoken for some time.

The Mercedes driver's voice came over: "Finally I can breathe a sigh of relief."

Meryl said: "These ignorant girls are always blinded by the dream of becoming a star."

The Mercedes driver said, "This is great, the legs are so long, they're going to be killed in the end, can you please let me enjoy it first when you send it over?"

"Enjoy it?" Meryl smiled: "You can wait until those big guys have used it up, then enjoy it."

The driver said: "I'm not that perverted. I would be interested in people whose hands and feet were cut off or whose skin was peeled off."

All of this fell into Harry's ears.

She knew that she had made the right choice this time.

This was a downhill road. Harry had a good view and spotted the club on the right hand side ahead, slowly opening an iron gate.

The Mercedes slowed down and prepared to drive in.

Harley thought of Lena in the car and the missing girls, and worried that once Lena went in, she would become the next missing person.

She wanted news, wanted to expose these assholes, but she couldn't just watch Lena disappear.

Harley turned the steering wheel and lightly tapped the brakes, preparing to make a slight collision to create a car accident and attract the attention of the surrounding traffic.

At the same time, Carol, who was in the Land Rover Defender that was chasing behind, saw what Cadillac was doing and immediately understood the other party's intention: "Block it from behind!"

He turned back to look at the two people in the back seat: "After parking, immediately control the person in the Cadillac and take her away."

The Land Rover Defender followed.

The Mercedes slowed down to make a turn, and Harley's Cadillac rear-ended the Mercedes with a bang.

Before she could react, there was a not-so-strong vibration from behind, and a Land Rover Defender hit the rear of her car.

The door of the Land Rover Defender opened and three men wearing black hoods jumped out.

Far behind, Campos used the neon lights of the club's sign and night vision binoculars to discover that something was wrong ahead.

While the female reporter was tracking others, she was also tracked down.

Campos was well prepared. He lowered the passenger window, took out a police light from under the seat, placed it on the roof, and turned on the power.

Red and blue lights flashed, and sirens sounded from far away.

Three men armed with window-breaking hammers and guns heard the sirens and saw the flashing lights.

Carol glanced at the closed door of the Cadillac, turned around and got in the car: "Let's go! Let's go!"

The Mercedes didn't turn and drove straight forward.

The Land Rover Defender followed.

Harry was frightened just now, but after calming down a little, she drove to chase after him.

But the Mercedes stopped again, and Lena and her personal belongings were all thrown out of the car, and then the car drove away.

Harley breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the approaching police car.

It was an old Ford sedan with a portable police light hanging from the roof.

As Harley looked expectantly, the Ford sedan turned at a fork in the road ahead and seemed to be chasing another car.

"We're so lucky this time." Harley took out a seldom-used cell phone and called 911 for Lena.

She sensed the danger and didn't dare to show up again. Instead, she turned the car around and drove to a secluded place until the patrol car came.

(End of this chapter)