The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 258 Douglas's Death
For several consecutive days, Garcia, Carlos and Lanham were divided into two groups, one of them stayed near Natalia's sea view villa, and the other two went to the Bay Area bar.

The hunter waits for his prey to appear by sitting back and waiting.

But no one showed up at the bar.

Worried that the two private detectives, Garcia and Carlos, would run away, Lanham again offered to increase the money.

The other party offered to pay more money, and it was difficult for the two to refuse, as refusing would easily arouse suspicion.

They can only endure it all silently.

After discussion, the three of them simply gave up the chaotic bar and focused on guarding Natalia.

According to various information feedback, Natalia and Douglas did not break up. Before Douglas left San Francisco for Los Angeles, the two dated frequently.

Men are relatively rational, but women may not be.

In the business car near Natalia's villa, Garcia observed over there and said, "Douglas has been in Los Angeles for so long. He probably hasn't met Natalia since he came back. After such a long time, men can bear it, and women can't bear it either."

Lanham asked, "Will they break up?"

Carlos took out the photo, pointed at the beautiful young woman in it, and said, "Why would a woman like this fall in love with a man in his fifties? This villa is not in Natalia's name, and he won't get enough benefits. Natalia will not break up with him."

In the sea view villa, Natalia contacted Douglas every day, but the latter always used being busy with work as an excuse and never came.

She simply sent Douglas some seductive photos every day.

There are not many successful men who can stay with a woman for a long time.

And as time goes by, in a familiar place like San Francisco, people's vigilance is bound to relax.

A few days later, near the end of the working day, two cars protected a bulletproof Escalade and came to the beach from the Bay Area.

In the dark, there were two more cars following.

But there was no follower behind.

Carlos, who had tracked many times in Mexico and Los Angeles, parked his car early in a roadside parking space on the road that must be passed. When he saw the black Escalade and the vehicles protecting it in front and behind, he immediately notified Garcia who was near the sea view villa.

Although they were not sure whether the person in the car was Douglas, they would think that Douglas was the one who came when they encountered similar situations in the past few days.
I would rather make a wasted trip than miss it.

"Let's go!" Garcia picked up his bag and went upstairs first.

Lanham, wearing a sports suit and carrying a tennis racket bag, followed Garcia into the old apartment building next door.

Instead of taking the elevator, the two walked upstairs to the top of the seventh floor.

This is the tallest building and the closest to the sea view villa. Looking from the rooftop here, you can see many parts of the sea view villa.

Lanham came out of the passage and climbed onto the highest platform.

Garcia closed the only iron door of the entrance and exit and fastened the door handle with a steel bar prepared in advance, making it difficult to open from the inside.

He reached the upper part of the platform where Lanham had assembled the rifle and was installing the scope.

Garcia took out a military telescope and acted as an observer.

Three cars drove onto the road on the south side of the sea view villa, and two of them stopped at the door of the villa.

The Escalade in the middle turned directly into the villa gate.

Garcia has been observing that side through the telescope.

Lanham asked, "Is that him?"

Garcia was still observing: "I didn't see anyone."

In the sea view villa, the car drove through the front yard and arrived in front of the villa.

At the door of the villa stood an extremely beautiful young woman, walking towards the car.

Lanham raised his gun and stared at that direction through the scope, with the muzzle moving along with the Escalade.

Although he was a little anxious inside, as a professional hunter, the moment he raised the gun, Lanham's hands became exceptionally steady and his mind was much calmer.

Garcia said, “The car stopped!”

Lanham's finger was on the trigger, and from his height and angle he could aim at the side of the car facing the villa.

The door of the Escalade opened, and the bodyguard sitting in the passenger seat went over to open the back door.

Douglas got out of the car and looked at Natalia who was walking quickly towards him.

The latter was carefully dressed up, with exquisite makeup and a very fitting dress that fit her body perfectly, making her look particularly attractive.

After not seeing each other for many days, Douglas became restless.

He walked quickly towards him.

On the rooftop terrace, Lanham and Garcia kept staring over there.

As soon as the target's body escaped the cover of the Escalade, it fell into Lanham's sight.

Garcia held up the binoculars and said, "Shoot!"

As the voice sounded, Lanham pulled the trigger. After the rifle fired a bullet, he quickly pulled the bolt and fired a second shot.

Garcia saw clearly through the telescope that the bullet hit the target's chest!
He put away the telescope and shouted, "Go!"

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Inside the sea view villa, Natalia was running towards her lover whom she hadn't seen for many days with open arms.

Suddenly, Douglas felt like something hit his chest and rushed to the side and front.

A stream of blood spurted out from the left side of his chest, and blood and flesh splattered all over the ground.

Then the sound of gunfire was heard.

The bodyguard shouted: "There is a killer..."

Before he could finish his words, another bullet hit Douglas' lower abdomen. Under the huge kinetic energy, his intestines and other parts were turned into a ball of rotten meat.

Douglas fell to the ground. His consciousness was not completely gone, but he could not feel his body. He could only vaguely see Natalia's face splattered with blood.

"Hawk Osmond!" He wanted to open his mouth and shout this sentence, but his mouth could not open, and the sound could only stay in his mouth: "Hawk Osmond! Hawk Osmond..."

Douglas knew very well who had done it, and how could that bastard be so tolerant?

It was more than two months after the incident that he took action.

Douglas' pupils dilated and he gradually lost consciousness. Before he fell into complete darkness, he seemed to hear Natalia's shrill scream.

"Ah..." Natalia reacted and let out a shrill and crazy scream.

The bodyguard took out the intercom and said, "The president was assassinated! I repeat, the president was assassinated! The gunshot came from the southeast!"

He hid behind the bulletproof Cadillac, glanced at Douglas lying in a pool of blood, and judging from his injuries, he was beyond saving. He raised his head slightly to look at the direction where the gunshot came from.

There is a six or seven-story building over there. The gunman must have fired from the rooftop.

The bodyguard shouted into the intercom again: "The building on the southeast side, the gunman is on the roof of the building on the southeast side!"

A car turned outside and headed that way.

The bodyguard took out his cell phone and called 911.

After making the call, he crouched over Douglas and made sure the man was dead.

"Fuck!" The bodyguard was so angry when he saw his employer dying in front of him that he picked up the intercom and shouted, "Catch them!"

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On the rooftop platform, two shots fired.

Garcia put away the telescope, jumped off the platform first, and shouted, "Go!"

Lanham had been practicing how to disassemble the gun over the past few days. His hands were as quick as a man who had been single for forty years. He finished disassembling the still hot gun in just a few quick strokes and put it into the tennis racket bag along with the shell.

He jumped off the platform and followed Garcia to the side of the building.

The first floor of the building was an iron fire-fighting roof. The two men ran down the stairs quickly. When they reached the second floor, Garcia kicked hard and the ladder fell down.

He used a little leverage to get down to the ground, then turned around and supported Lansim who was rushing down.

Right in the box where the fire stairs were, a regular Chevy was parked out front.

Carlos was sitting in the driver's seat. When he saw the two people get in the car, he stepped on the accelerator and drove the car towards another street away from the sea view villa.

The Chevrolet turned out of the alley and merged into the traffic on the street, and it was no longer distinguishable.

At this time, a business car came at lightning speed and stopped at the door of the apartment building.

Four men got out of the car, pulled out their pistols and rushed into the building.

The leader shouted, "One person follow me to the elevator, and the other two go upstairs via the stairs!"

They moved quickly, but not quickly enough.

After going upstairs, the door to the passage wouldn't open. After much effort I managed to break it open, but there was no one on the rooftop.

These people also had some experience and quickly found the location where the gunman was shooting. Based on the inconspicuous footprints on the roof, they discovered that the person went down the fire escape stairs.

Following the fire escape stairs, we found an alley leading to two streets. The streets were filled with cars coming and going, and there was no sign of the gunman.

At this time, the sound of sirens was heard, and several police cars rushed towards the sea view villa.

SFPD received a report of a shooting and immediately called the nearest patrol car to rush over.

But these could not change Douglas Coster's ending.

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The Chevrolet turned into an underground parking lot and parked in an inconspicuous corner. Carlos and Garcia cleaned up the traces, changed their clothes, called Lanham, changed to another car parked here, drove out of the parking lot, and got on the highway leading to the airport.

On the way, they pretended to be tourists and went to different places on the beach, throwing gun parts and other items into the sea.

Arriving at the airport, Lanham took two bags from the airport check-in counter, threw one to Carlos, and said, "This is your reward."

Carlos opened his backpack, took a look, and said, "Leave North America as soon as possible."

Lanham's parents' blood feud was avenged, and he felt particularly relieved. He said, "I won't risk my life for this bastard. I'll leave in a moment."

Garcia thought this guy was calm and had good marksmanship, which might be useful in the future: "Leave me your contact information. Maybe we can do business together in the future."

Lanham felt that the two private detectives were quite capable and were good at working for money. As long as they were paid, they would really work hard.

He left a mobile phone number that could be used in Africa.

Lanham then went to the ticket office and bought the next flight to Africa, heading directly to Morocco.

Garcia and Carlos then bought tickets to Tijuana and Messilia respectively.

That evening, the three of them boarded their respective flights and left San Francisco.

Garcia and Carlos bought used cars in Tijuana and Messilia, drove back to California, and arrived in Los Angeles safely.

(End of this chapter)