The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 201 Move forward courageously
Santa Monica, 20th Street.

In the tool room of the villa, Hawke and Erica were sorting guns.

Brian had had dozens of guns sent over before.

Hawke's cell phone suddenly vibrated and he picked it up.

"Boss, there's a fight over there." Campos quickly recounted what had just happened: "I scared them away, Harley should not be injured."

Hawke said, "I understand. Please be safe and don't leak any information."

Campos added, "Garcia and Carlos are still following Harley. My car was exposed to Harley. Just in case, I will send it to Lao Hei's car dismantling yard and dismantle it into a pile of scrap metal."

"Okay." Hawke changed his hand to hold the phone: "Where is Harley going?"

Campos said, "It looks like we're going to Century City."

Hawke understood: "She's going back to Fox Center. This is a smart girl."

Seeing Hawke hang up the phone, Erica put down the assembled pistol and said, "Even if those bastards are crazy, they dare not go to the Fox Television Center to do it openly."

Erica already knew about this matter, and Hawke told her the whole story briefly and quickly.

Erica thought for a moment and said, "This is a good opportunity. Once Fox is exposed, they will be under tremendous pressure. If this matter is related to Owen, he may not be able to hold on."

Hawke said, "Bryan and Jennifer need this credit, right?"

Erica nodded. "Jennifer came to Los Angeles with a mission, and she just took office, so she needs some credit. Brian joined this political game, so he needs to accumulate credit and qualifications."

Hawke certainly wouldn't rush ahead: "Let Brian do it."

"If Brian wants to gain more resource support, he will naturally have to bear the corresponding risks." Erica acted decisively and picked up her phone to call Brian.

In this matter, whoever gets the credit will also bear the greatest risk.

Hawke hid behind and watched everything that was about to happen coldly.

His goal, hidden deep inside, has never changed.

After Erica finished the call, she didn't want Hawke to take any more risks, so she said, "Hurry up and organize these guns."

"Okay." Hawke sat back behind the tool table.

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FBI Los Angeles Field Office in downtown Los Angeles.

A bulletproof commercial vehicle came speeding and stopped by the roadside.

In the back seat, Brian made another call.

In less than half a minute, Jennifer, with her neat short hair, hurried over and got into the back seat.

She looked at Brian with a smile: "I'm back again."

Brian said seriously, "Let's talk business, don't mess around."

Jennifer stopped laughing and asked, "What important information are you talking about?"

"My men discovered a situation..." Brian quickly said what he could say.

Jennifer nodded repeatedly: "Good! Very good! Owen has always been very stubborn. Due to his identity, we cannot use some special methods. Now we have found a breakthrough and can break his psychological defenses."

She didn't have time to waste here: "I'm leaving now, let's talk another day."

Brian waved his hand: "Go ahead."

Jennifer returned to the branch office, called two subordinates, went to the detention room, and interrogated Owen Nestor again.

Previously, some videos of abusing women and minors were found on Owen’s computer. Although they were all downloaded from the Internet, these were enough for the FBI to have sufficient reason to detain him.

Jennifer sent three of her trusted aides who had followed her from Wyoming to the LAPD to look for the girl named Lena.

This time, the situation was different. Using the information provided by Brian, Irving's psychological defenses began to loosen.

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In the Cadillac, Harley remained calm and drove into Century City. She saw the brightly lit Fox Building in the distance and gradually felt more confident.

Before the car behind hit the Cadillac, she clearly saw that two of the three people who got out of the Land Rover Defender were holding guns.

If she hadn't been lucky enough and a police car passed by, she might have died tonight.

Even more terrible than death.

The Cadillac turned directly into the underground parking lot of the Fox Building and stopped at the elevator entrance.

Carlos and Garcia drove directly past the road in front of the building and disappeared into the night.

Harley turned off the engine and found her hands were all sweaty, and her legs were a little out of control when she got out of the car.

Faced with a scene like that, tension is inevitable.

But she didn't hesitate at all. She picked up her briefcase, took out the recording storage disk and the driving recorder storage disk, stomped her feet hard, and her feet were full of strength again.

Harley walked quickly into the elevator room and took the elevator upstairs.

Came to Fox News and found Gretchen.

Gretchen looked at Harley's hair, which was soaked with sweat, and asked, "Why are you so embarrassed? What happened?"

"News! There's something wrong with the news I'm investigating." Harley was still nervous: "My car was hit by someone with guns, and a police car happened to pass by..."

Although Gretchen had done some dirty things, she had never thought of sending her men to their deaths. She asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Harry said, "No, I may have obtained some key evidence."

"Wait a moment." Gretchen came to the office door, opened it and looked outside. Not finding anything unusual, she closed the door, locked it, and pulled down the blinds.

Harley handed her the storage disk: "Listen to it first."

Gretchen connected to the computer and opened the audio file.

Then I watched the dashcam video.

Harley tuned straight into the key part.

After Gretchen finished listening to the conversation between the two people in the car and watched the footage of the car crash, Harley took out documents from her briefcase, including secretly taken photos, recordings of secret interviews, etc. Gretchen quickly flipped through them and realized one thing: these were not something she could control or handle.

She took a bottle of water and handed it to Harley: "Drink some and calm down. This is Forks, no one can hurt you."

Harley took it, unscrewed the bottle and took a sip. The sugared water gave her some peace of mind.

Gretchen thought for a moment and decided to hand the problem over to her superior.

Since letting Roger Ailes pass her way, Gretchen now has people all around her.

She called the chairman's assistant.

At this time, Roger Ailes was not in the Fox Building.

Beverly Hills, Sunset Boulevard North.

A high-end party is still going on in a luxury house.

Roger Ailes hosted a special banquet to entertain McCarthy, Duarte and other Elephant Party members who came to Los Angeles.

The two sides focused on discussing the situation in Sacramento.

The assistant came over and whispered something in Roger's ear, and Roger replied, "Tell them to come see me immediately."

Gretchen received a call and asked Harley to take all the information and go downstairs with her.

Harley warned, "They are very brave, they might chase after us."

Gretchen nodded: "The chairman's office has notified the security department."

The two of them walked downstairs. It was the busiest time for the TV station and many people came.

After leaving the building, three cars from the security department were already parked in front of the door. After the two got in, they were escorted straight to the North Side of Sunset Boulevard.

In less than fifteen minutes, Harley met the top figure of Fox TV Network in the study of a mansion.

Gretchen gave Harley a look, and she handed all the materials to Roger's assistant.

Roger put on a pair of glasses and checked the materials, photos and secret interview records one by one. He listened to several key parts of the audio and watched the video of the car crash and the club sign. He closed his eyes slightly, obviously thinking.

Harley wanted to speak, but Gretchen stopped her with a look.

At this point, the only person who could make the decision was Roger Ailes.

Roger thought about the meeting just now. McCarthy mentioned that the Elephant Party had opened a gap in Los Angeles and found a key breakthrough point in Owen Nestor, the former mayor of Covina.

In order to expand his advantage, he also mobilized forces in Washington and transferred in an FBI deputy director with a deep red background.

Owen Nestor, the deep blue Jewish forces in Hollywood, acting training schools attracting beautiful girls, and clubs providing certain special services are not isolated incidents.

With Roger's experience, it's not hard to see that there seems to be a line.

The outcome of this battle at the top of California politics has finally been determined.

Fox's position was clear, and Roger had enough courage to say directly: "Fox hasn't had any explosive news for a long time."

Gretchen understood: "Yes."

Roger checked the time: "It's the midnight news tonight, there's still time."

He looked at Harley: "You are responsible for reporting the news you investigated."

Gretchen opened her mouth, but swallowed the words back.

When it came to making a public appearance on the TV screen, Harley first thought of the guns in those people's hands, but after hesitating for less than a second, she thought of those girls who had disappeared and no one cared about them, as if they had never come into this world.

She was extremely determined: "Okay, I'll do it, I'll report in!"

Roger nodded with satisfaction: "Go ahead."

Harry put away all the information and left the study without looking back.

Gretchen followed.

Roger Ailes picked up a secure phone and dialed the number of an old friend: "Arnold, I found a breakthrough for you, remember to watch the midnight news tonight."

Arnold Schwarzenegger on the other side said: "My partner is indeed extraordinary."

He directly promised: "If I win, Fox TV will receive a series of tax incentives and governor's charter development funds."

Gretchen and Hallie got into the security car and hurried back to the Fox Center.

When we arrived at Fox News, we had been notified by the chairman's assistant to fully cooperate with Halle in preparing for the midnight news.

Harley stopped thinking about anything else and just kept moving forward.

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Inside the villa on 20th Street, Santa Monica.

Erica just helped Hawk clean the gun in a special way.

Stimulated by his girlfriend, Hawke was now full of energy, his brain cells beating actively.

He suddenly said, "There was something I didn't remind Brian about just now."

Erica rested her head on his thighs, too lazy to think, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Those people would have committed suicide out of fear of the crime," Hawke said.

Erica looked up at Hawke and said, "It can't be stopped. As long as Fox News exposes it, they will definitely take action."

Hawke sighed softly: "What if the Deep Blues take the initiative to compromise?"

Erica didn't ask much, not because she didn't understand: "Actually, you know the result."

Hawke nodded: "Politics is an art of compromise. The red-blue struggle has been the theme of America for more than 200 years and will remain so for a long time to come. Although the trend of division is intensifying, it is impossible for either side to completely defeat the other."

Erica didn't know Hawke's purpose: "We are still young and have plenty of time. At this stage, we just need to make sure we get the benefits we deserve. Don't worry about other things."

Hawke knew very well that there was no point in rushing some things.

(End of this chapter)