The Wolf of Los Angeles.

In the dark basement, the lights suddenly came on.

Melissa, lying in the iron cage, subconsciously covered her eyes with her hands.

After a while, she gradually got used to the light, slowly put down her hands, and saw the two deaf-mute Mexican women who were guarding her.

Both of these women were as big as mountains of flesh.

It was not until they moved away that Melissa realized there were two people wearing hoods standing behind them.

Melissa thought of the people she saw last time and guessed were Sean's men. She sat up, tidied her messy hair, and said, "Have you thought about it?"

Hawke said: "We don't know where the benefits you are talking about are, but the benefits given to us by others are in our hands."

Melissa stretched out her hand, trying to take the initiative: "Give me a phone and call me. There will be an extra $500 million in your accounts."

She specifically said: "You can watch me, and if I say something I shouldn't, you can kill me at any time."

Hawke just stared at her coldly.

Melissa said: "I have a house in the Brighton Apartments on 17th Street in Santa Monica. Behind an ordinary print painting in the living room of the house is a key to a Citibank safe deposit box. The bank recognizes the key but not the person. There is some cash and jewelry in it. This is my private reserve fund."

Hawke was silent for a moment, then asked, "What do you want us to do?"

Melissa said slowly: “Let you become a rich person and truly experience the benefits of money.”

Hawke didn't say much, but kept looking at Melissa. Seeing that she was in good health, he was quite satisfied.

Melissa misunderstood: "You can have me anytime you want."

Hawke turned and left.

Edward, who followed behind, asked, "Boss, why don't you teach her a lesson? If you torture her, she will say anything."

Hawke said, "It's not time yet."

To be more precise, what Hawke wants is a healthy enough blood pack.

But if the time is right, he will not hesitate to get the secrets of the Ackerman family from Melissa and get rid of these bastards completely.

No, they captured all the younger generation of the Ackerman family who were of the right age and blood type and used them as spare blood packs.

Campos came over at this time.

Hawke advised: "Don't be anxious, take your time. If a person is locked up in this environment for a long time, there will always be some changes in his spirit."

Campos reminded, "Last week, she went on a hunger strike, and I had someone insert a catheter directly to feed her nutrient solution."

Hawke said: "People like her won't seek death easily."

Campos whispered, "Barack Bernanke has been in Mexico, still investigating, and he has a whole security team around him, as well as Pinkerton detectives."

“Don’t let anyone get close.” Hawke said as he walked away: “Focus on Sean Ackerman.”

Campos nodded: "The people have been withdrawn." He followed Hawke's footsteps: "Sean had a conflict with Buddy Ackerman and his son, and moved out of the Ackerman Manor in the northern part of Sunset Boulevard, but he has many bodyguards, so we dare not approach him."

Hawke has always been patient: "Investigate his life and business practices in recent years, and what bad things he has done."

The group left the warehouse, got into their cars and left.

Edward, who was driving the bulletproof Mercedes, asked, "Should we send someone to find the key to the safe?"

"Just pretend you didn't hear those words." Hawke said simply, "Some information doesn't require text or direct communication. The sudden activation of a bank safe may also be a way of sending a signal to the outside world."

The two of them returned to the company, and as soon as they went upstairs, they saw Frank, who seemed to have aged five years.

Hawke was curious: "What's wrong with you, man?"

Edward deliberately asked, "Could it be that your ex-wife was seduced away by someone?"

"She got caught," Frank said matter-of-factly, "because she found a jerk who wasn't picking cotton properly and whipped him."

Edward was used to the bastard's attacking language: "It doesn't matter, this is the whip of love, you won't understand, this is love."

Hawke entered the office, waited for the two men to come in, and asked, "Is your ex-wife doing something?"

Frank shook his head: "No, I fell out of love again."

Hawke heard from Edward that Frank was pursuing a female employee in the company next door.

Edward fought back: "You were just pursuing her unilaterally, and she didn't even agree to be your girlfriend. How can you say you were heartbroken?"

Frank was instantly possessed by a god: "Five years ago, it would have taken me less than two hours to deal with a woman like this."

Edward learned from him the art of possessing a spirit: "If she has a child and is divorced, I can take care of her in just half an hour!"

Hawke patted Edward's shoulder and deliberately hit Frank: "I don't believe what you said, but I believe what the Savior said, because I have seen it several times."

Frank said, "You've met Salma Hayek, too."

Hawke said disdainfully: "I heard her say that she wanted an Oscar nomination." Frank sighed: "I finally found someone who meets my aesthetic standards, but in the end..."

Hawke pointed to the wine cabinet in the office and said to Edward, "Bring that bottle of Laurent-Perrier champagne over here, let's celebrate... No, let's help Frank get over the shadow of his broken heart."

Frank didn't wait for Edward to come over, and immediately walked towards the wine cabinet, and did not forget to turn around and give Hawke a middle finger.

The three of them drank a glass of champagne, and Frank seemed to come alive.

Hawke asked, "Have you ever dealt with the Ackerman family in Hollywood before?"

“That bunch of scumbags?” Frank said disdainfully. “I’m a real movie-maker, but they’re not.”

Edward asked curiously, "Are they here to kill the people who made the movie?"

Frank picked up the heavy bottle and filled the glasses of the three men. "The cotton planter has some brains now and then."

He elaborated: "From what I know, the Ackerman family entered the entertainment industry for people. Do you know how they made their fortune? They used the movies they invested in to attract Hollywood stars, and then provided services to politicians to obtain advantageous resources and convert them into commercial profits."

Hawke picked up his glass and said, "I've heard that, too."

Frank shook his head and smiled, saying, "They often plan to shoot some film projects that use handsome men and beautiful women or child actors. The response to the films is usually average. According to the Hollywood film operation model, they may even suffer serious losses. However, the assets of the Ackerman family are increasing."

"The profits of a movie don't come from the movie itself," Hawke said.

Edward thought about the situation in this circle and said, "If those actors want to get roles, most of them have to accompany others to fool around. It doesn't matter who they accompany."

"You underestimate the madness and perversion of those bastards." Frank said with a look of ignorance: "Many beautiful women and handsome men in Hollywood have ruined their image. Do you think it's just for the movies?"

He looked at Hawke and said, "You are asking these questions because you have a conflict with the Ackerman family, right?"

Hawke clinked glasses with him: "Drink."

Frank drank the champagne in one gulp and said, "With your current power, Twitter's influence on online public opinion, and the scale of your assets, are not weaker than the Ackerman family. But those Jewish guys in Ackerman are involved with many people behind the scenes, and they are not easy to deal with."

Hawke knew this all along: "I can't be Don Quixote."

Frank added: "Those bastards are real vampires, not just metaphorically but literally."

This old guy has a very clear view of the world: "The legend of vampires is real. From a long time ago, some people made people disappear or committed other perverted acts to satisfy their perverted desires, and then made up the so-called vampire lie, and all of this has been developed into the modern era."

Hawke suddenly thought of the soul cooking he had seen on the Internet in his previous life, as well as the life-like meals placed in front of Hillary and others.

Maybe it was just some special ritual, and the ingredients used were the chocolate and ketchup they advertised.

But who can tell what the real situation is in private?

Soon after the email scandal broke, rumors circulated online that some of the people involved had either met with accidents or were missing.

Hawke has never considered becoming a vampire hunter. He just wants to use the opportunity of the fight between the two parties to settle this feud.

Frank drank a few glasses of champagne and dragged Hawke and Edward to the rec room downstairs to play table tennis.

In Hawke's previous life, he was probably at the top three of a high-rise residential building in the community, but when he fought with Frank and Edward, and even other security personnel in the company, he didn't need to use rubber.

After a few words, the phone rang. Hawke went out to answer it. It was Brian calling.

Preparations for Steve Nutter's equal rights organization have officially begun.

Brian asked him to meet in Covina tomorrow.

Hawke thought about the itinerary and agreed immediately.

This is an attempt to defeat magic with magic.

As get off work was about to get off work, Erica called and asked Hawke to come back to the Silver Lake community for dinner in the evening.

Hawke returned to the community villa and found that Erica had already prepared dinner.

Although it was just simple fried steak and eggs, it tasted okay.

The two sat at the dining table to eat. Erica asked as they ate, "You don't have time next week?"

Hawke thought for a moment and said, "I should be able to spare a few days next week. Have you made any plans?"

Erica then said, "If you don't take your annual leave this year, it will be wasted. I plan to take my annual leave next week and want to take you out for a trip."

"No problem." Hawke agreed immediately and asked, "Do you have a destination and a plan?"

Erica said, "Last time, you paid for me to go bear hunting in Wyoming. Remember what I said at that time? I plan to take you hunting in Florida."

Hawke remembered: "We hunt alligators and stuff them?"

Erica smiled and said, "Crocodile is just one of our targets. There are also huge lizards raging over there. It is said that their meat is delicious."

Hawke agreed: "Okay, we'll go to Florida next week."

He also specifically reminded: "Bring a bodyguard." (End of this chapter)