The Wolf of Los Angeles.

In the business car parked on the side of the road, Philip crossed his arms and looked at the opposite side with a look full of vigilance.

Juan put on makeup, dressed up as a colorful monster, with an exaggerated wig and fake beard, and a pair of prosthetic breasts as big as basketballs to hold up his clothes, making it impossible to see his appearance or figure.

He came prepared: "Philip Wright, your father died of AIDS due to drug abuse. He died eight years ago, leaving behind your mother and a sister with congenital heart disease. You were unable to pay for your sister's medical expenses, so you chose a special track to make money."

Philip looked unkind: "Who are you?"

"Someone who can help you." Juan took out an envelope and handed it directly to Philip. "Actually, I admire you very much. There are not many black people as responsible as you."

Philip opened the envelope and found the money inside. Out of admiration and respect for Grant and Franklin, he became friendly and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

Juan did not answer, but took out some documents and photos, handed them to Philip, and said, "Take a look."

Philip opened the file bag. He could still recognize short sentences and frequently used words, but reading long passages smoothly was a luxury for someone who had only received a happy education.

He looked at it a little bit, then put it down and picked up the photos to look through.

Everything in the photos is related to the hospital.

Juan glanced at Philip, understood, and said directly: "I asked someone to look at your sister's medical records. Her condition is not serious. The success rate of the operation is very high. We will pay her surgery and convalescence in full until she is fully recovered."

"Not in San Francisco." Although Philip is a typical American illiterate, he has been on the streets for many years and has some experience: "No, you can't stay in the United States."

He adjusted his ample chest and said, "Your help will definitely require me to do something, and the things I do are not ordinary. Will it affect my sister's stay in the United States for surgery?"

Juan pointed to the hospital listed in the file and said, "We have already made preparations. The hospital listed in the file is from Hong Kong, the best Queen Mary Hospital. This hospital has performed hundreds of similar surgeries in the past, and none of them failed."

He stated a fact: "If your sister's condition is not treated quickly, her life will be in danger at any time as she ages and develops physically."

Twitter's internal search directly points to a person's weaknesses and vulnerabilities exposed on the Internet.

If Philip had any other choice, he would not have waited until now. He hesitated for a long time, unable to say no, and instead asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"Fight for the rights you deserve..." Juan whispered.

…………

Atherton, a traditionally white neighborhood in San Francisco.

The wealthy white people have long left this old town, and the white people who remain here are mostly very ordinary middle-class people.

Williams was assigned to patrol this neighborhood after several incidents of violence against black suspects.

Like the LAPD, the SFPD is also protective of its own people in external matters, and they still defend Williams even though he has committed many bad deeds.

Atherton has less than 1 percent of its residents who are black.

Amid the sirens, a Ford patrol car with the SFPD logo painted on it pulled up in front of a single-family wooden house.

Williams, wearing a dark blue police uniform, put on his equipment, pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head, got out of the police car with his partner Eddie, and found the woman who called the police.

The woman accused her husband of domestic violence and a conflict broke out between them.

Williams could only temporarily detain her husband and let the woman drive herself back to the police station together.

In three cars nearby, Betty, Elena and Larrea were quietly filming the goings on here from different angles.

Afterwards, several cars followed from a distance.

They had been secretly following Williams for two days, and had not found anything particularly unusual in his daily work and life.

The group did not withdraw until Williams got off work and went home in the evening.

Everyone, including Juan, gathered at a vacation villa in the North Bay area.

Campos personally came to San Francisco to take command.

Juan reported his contact with Philip and said, "We have contacted Mary Hospital through an overseas foundation and have sent the patient's information to the doctor. The doctor said that as long as the patient arrives, the surgery can be arranged at any time."

Campos ordered: "Book a flight immediately and send the person to Mexico City first, change his identity there and then go to Asia."

Philip's sister is his biggest concern and also his biggest weakness.

People cannot stay in America, and their whereabouts must be kept secret.

These had already been prepared, and Juan quickly began to arrange them.

Elaina then talked about another goal: "Williams is divorced and lives alone. He is 36 years old, a native of San Francisco, and has been a police officer for more than 15 years. Because of the disputes caused by handling cases, he is still an ordinary patrol officer. But his first partner has been promoted to a police inspector in the precinct, and he was specially adjusted to patrol the Atherton neighborhood where there are fewer people of color."

Larrea automatically answered, "In the two years since he moved here, Williams has not been involved in any discrimination or assault scandals. On the surface, he seems to have become a different person, but at least two days a week, he attends gatherings at a white bar in Atherton. That bar is the base of white supremacists in Atherton."

Campos concluded: "This kind of person will not change easily." He asked: "Have you figured out the trajectory of his actions?"

Hierro transferred the electronic version of the trajectory map to Campos' laptop: "Basically figured it out."

Campos read it carefully and said, "Let's observe for a few days. It won't be too late to launch the operation after Philip has made all the arrangements."

We have plenty of time for this operation, and it is easy to make mistakes if we are too hasty.

The next morning, everyone went out again.

On that day, Philip's mother and sister took a flight from San Francisco to Jakarta, Indonesia to change their identities, and then transferred to Hong Kong.

…………

Los Angeles, Beverly Hills.

On the weekend, Hawke sat under a parasol by the outdoor pool, flipping through today's San Francisco Chronicle.

There was a sound of splashing water, and Erica crawled out of the swimming pool, caught the towel thrown by Hawke, wiped the water stains on her body, and sat on another chair under the parasol.

She leaned over and asked, "What's the breaking news?"

Hawke pointed to the front page headline and said, "News about California Governor Schwarzenegger. He cheated on his nanny and had an illegitimate child."

Erica took the newspaper and looked at the large photo on it. She was completely confused: "Schwarzenegger's taste... is a bit picky."

Hawke picked up the cup, took a sip of water, and said, "A storm is about to begin."

Erica knew that these were news made up by Hawke and Brian, so she asked, "Will the Schwarzeneggers get divorced?"

"Knowing what we know about Maria Shriver, she probably would." This was one of Hawke and Bryan's goals.

Erica was a little confused: "Once they divorce, won't Schwarzenegger be able to take the opportunity to push the insurance company's affairs onto Maria Shriver and get rid of the negative public opinion?"

Hawke smiled and said, "That's an advantage, but the disadvantage is that once they divorce, Schwarzenegger will lose his last political support."

The phone next to him rang. Erica moved closer, took it and handed it to Hawke: "Your phone."

Hawke took a look and saw that it was Fiona calling. He answered and asked, "It's me. What's going on?"

Fiona said directly: "I just got the news that Gavin Niu Sen and Jennifer Siebel are living together. The man bought a mansion specifically for the woman. I asked Siebel about it when I was chatting with her. They have a very good relationship and are very satisfied with each other. Siebel has a feeling that Gavin will propose to her at any time."

When a politician reaches a certain level, family becomes a necessary option.

"I see." Hawke hung up the phone.

Erica also heard it and said, "I don't understand, you just pushed them casually, and they actually got together?"

"I don't really understand it, I just want to give it a try." Hawke had no idea why, it was just his memory: "Probably one is rich and powerful, the other is pretty."

Erica threw away the towel and came to the side of the swimming pool: "Come down and swim a lap."

Hawke took another phone: "Let me make a call first."

He called Campos to get the latest progress of the plan.

The plan Hawke developed was not complicated and had been successfully implemented before.

…………

San Francisco, North Bay Area.

In a villa by the sea, Jennifer Siebel directed the workers to carry in home appliances and other items, and then had them disassemble and install them in place.

Then, the cleaning company came in and prepared to clean the mansion thoroughly.

Sibel went up to the top floor and stood on the terrace. He looked at the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance for a while, then looked at the top luxury mansions at his feet. His mouth was almost crooked with smiles.

A house worth millions of dollars was obtained just like that.

Exchange the hole for a mansion.

A true winner in life.

Compared to the generous, handsome and powerful Gavin Newson, Harvey Weinstein is really a stingy and ugly pig.

As an American feminist, Sibel never imagined that she would be able to move into a luxury house with just her luggage and have only her name written on the property title.

Unfortunately, she couldn't afford such a house, and Gavin Newson had to pay for it.

Sibel wondered how to make money.
At one point, she had an idea that even she felt was shameless: marry Gavin Bullson, trick him into not signing a prenuptial agreement, and then wait for the divorce in two years to directly take Gavin Bullson's gold coins.

Even as a Hollywood actress who freely slept with producers and directors for roles, Siebel later found the idea a little disgusting.

Even the most radical members of the Sisters March disdain to make money in this way.

Gavin Niu Sen called at this time: "Are you satisfied with the furniture and appliances?"

"Very good." Sibel was still very grateful in his heart.

Gavin took the opportunity to say, "Don't go back to Los Angeles, stay in San Francisco."

Xibeier was somewhat hesitant. After all, she still had a dream of becoming a star, and she had paid a lot for it, which resulted in sunk costs. "I...give me some time. I need to think about it carefully."

"Okay." Gavin proposed a compromise: "When the opportunity is right, I will help attract investors, let you be the leading actress, and also serve as the producer. You can shoot whatever you want." Sibel didn't know what to say.

Gavin didn't say anything more and quickly hung up the phone.

Sibel held the balcony railing with both hands, looked at the calm sea, thought about movie stars and Hollywood, and inevitably thought of Harvey Weinstein.

She couldn't help but feel annoyed when she thought about how the greasy fat man had done it to her several times but never fulfilled his promise.

Especially when the emptiness was exchanged for the mansion at his feet, the contrast was so clear that Sibel became even more indignant and felt that he had suffered a great loss.

Sibel had an idea. Should he use Gavin Newson's power to deal with the Weinstein brothers and seek justice for himself?
She had heard people say that Gavin would run for governor and then president in the future.

Even though in the moral concepts of Hollywood actresses, going to bed with someone and changing roles is as common as eating and drinking, Sibel also knows that it is not a glorious thing.

It's better to wait for an opportunity.

As for where the opportunity is and how to judge it, Xibeier is a little confused.

She thought of Fiona.

She was able to meet Gavin thanks to Fiona's invitation to return to San Francisco, and it was Fiona who introduced them to each other.

Sibel dialed Fiona's number without hesitation and said, "I'm decorating my new house in the Northern Bay Area. When are you free to come and take a look?"

"I'm doing external relations in the northern Bay Area right now." Fiona asked directly, "Can I go over now?"

Xibel agreed immediately: "Okay, I'll wait for you at the door."

In less than ten minutes, Fiona drove a Mercedes into the yard of Sibel's new house.

While people were still working downstairs, Sibel simply took Fiona for a walk and then went up to the terrace.

The two men sat on teak chairs, and the former recounted his love-hate relationship with Harvey Weinstein in detail.

Fiona remembered that Sibel had discussed these Hollywood messes with her before. She seemed to think very seriously for a while and said, "You'd better not bring up this kind of thing. Gavin is a politician, and this will bring Gavin some unnecessary trouble. It's best to wait for the right time."

She specifically reminded him, "You told me last time that this kind of thing is common in Hollywood. If you don't choose a good time, you may face a crazy counterattack from the entire Hollywood."

Sibel asked, "Good timing? What is good timing?"

Fiona was silent for a moment, then said, "There are some things I shouldn't tell you, but since you are a senior member of the Sisters Parade, it's okay to tell you in advance, but you must keep it a secret."

Sibel raised his hand: "Dear, I swear."

Fiona elaborated: "Hollywood is the best propaganda base. We will not give up this area. We have been developing members in Hollywood in recent years. At the same time, we fight for the rights and interests of sisters in Hollywood and help them get fair and just treatment. The Sisters' Parade plans to select a big boss from Hollywood in the next few years, completely defeat him, and then show the power of women..."

Sibel's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked, "Did you choose Harvey Weinstein?"

"In fact, we haven't picked the candidate yet." Fiona sighed, "Because we need solid evidence. Those bastards who forced the actresses are all well-known bigwigs. Without sufficient evidence, it will be difficult to bring them down."

Hearing this, Sibel strongly suggested: "You can choose Xavi. I think he is the most suitable candidate."

She gritted her teeth and said, "I have evidence against Harvey!"

Fiona thought that was true, but she pretended to be surprised and asked, "You are serious."

"It's true." Sibel recounted in detail the purchase of electronic products and the secret recording.

She was standing in the big villa, and as she spoke, she felt so aggrieved that her tears rolled down uncontrollably.

Fiona opened her arms and hugged her gently: "Dear, Harvey Weinstein will pay the price for what he has done, I swear!"

Xibel is an actress, her tears came easily, she wiped them with the back of her hand a few times, and the tears went away as soon as they came: "When you need me, come to me anytime."

Fiona swore: "We are sisters!"

These two women are both drama queens and each has their own purpose.

But it does not prevent them from becoming close comrades-in-arms at this moment.

…………

The slogan "Love is love" gradually spread with media reports.

In less than half a month, many gay or other similar groups across the United States used it as an iconic symbol.

Just like the rainbow flag back then.

But with the Internet as a media medium, even if conservative media are still limiting the flow, these people have already caused quite a stir in California.

The mainstream media in California is already biased to the left, and these media outlets don’t know who is pushing them behind the scenes.

The two major newspapers, represented by the Los Angeles Times and the San Francisco Chronicle, have devoted space to extensively report on a series of activities related to the LGBTQ+ community.

California has become a true swing state, where you are in me and I am in you.

Black man Philip put down the newspaper in his hand, scratched his bulging chest, drove his newly bought second-hand car, and came to the agreed parking lot.

This place is remote, and there is no surveillance camera nearby, even the street lights have been smashed.

Philip got on the business car again, and the pervert with a colorful wig and huge artificial breasts greeted him in the car.

After looking at the coconut on the other person's chest and then lowering his head to grab his teacup, Philip asked, "Are you ready to start?"

Juan turned on his computer and connected to the ward of Queen Mary Hospital in Hong Kong via video through Twitter's private chat program.

Philip saw his sister lying on the hospital bed and his mother standing beside her.

Last week, he saw his sister through video who had just undergone surgery.

Now that my sister is out of the intensive care unit, she seems to be recovering quickly and she even smiled and waved at the video camera.

The black woman pointed to the bed and said to Philip: "The operation was very successful. Your sister will recover soon. They are all good people!"

The video approaches the sister's face, and the teenage girl says: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for dragging you down for so long. When I get better, I'll go with you to the surgery and you can change back, okay?"

Phillip wanted to reassure his sister, and nodded repeatedly: “You should take good care of yourself.”

It was impossible to go back because he had taken too much estrogen, and even some parts of his body had undergone irreversible changes.

There is no going back, nothing can go back.

But Philip no longer had any worries when his sister recovered and the other party promised to help her study in Hong Kong.

After chatting for a while, the video call was disconnected.

Philip looked at Juan with a firm gaze: "Tell me, what do you want me to do? When do you want me to do it? I'm always available."

He didn't hesitate at all: "My life, from now on, belongs to you."

"You drive to the Atherton neighborhood..." Juan went on to explain in detail.

…………

Atherton neighborhood.

Patrolman Eddie got into the police car and took his partner Williams to start a routine patrol for the day.

As the rich and most of the middle class move away, the security situation is getting worse even in this white community.

Poverty not only makes people sick, but also leads to crime.

The two received a police report and dealt with a conflict between neighbors, and then came to a coffee shop.

Williams stops by to buy a cup of coffee at the start of each day.

Today is no exception.

After Eddie parked the car, he got out to buy coffee and asked his partner, "Are you the same old guy?"

"Same old." Eddie rolled down the window.

Just in front and behind the two men, there was a car parked, secretly filming their every move.

Elena estimated the distance to Williams and said into the radio, "Come out."

Inside the coffee shop, an old black man left his seat, walked forward with his head down, came to the door, and pushed the glass door open.

Williams, who had just walked to the door, was caught off guard and was almost hit on the head by the glass door.

The black man was a chatterbox like everyone else. Before he saw anyone, he shouted, "Don't block the road, good dog, don't block the road!"

Williams saw the black arm and the black face that was revealed later. He subconsciously put his hand on the holster at his waist and shouted angrily: "Asshole, shut your stinky mouth!"

The black man quickly raised his hand: "Sorry, sir, I didn't see you, I'm so sorry."

But as the black man put his hand away, the paper coffee cup in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, and the splashing coffee flew onto his own shoes and trouser legs, as well as onto Williams' shoes and trouser legs.

Williams felt the heat on his ankle. He stared at Lao Hei's dark face, anger rushing to his forehead. His head turned quickly, trying to find an excuse to arrest Lao Hei.

Eddie knew his partner's situation. When he saw what was happening here, he quickly got out of the car and ran over to grab Williams: "Hey, calm down, man."

He turned to look at the black man: "Apologize."

The black man kept his hands raised high: "Sorry, sir, I didn't mean to do that, I can pay for it!"

Eddie pressed Williams' arm hard: "Okay."

Williams took his hand off the holster and said, "Behave yourself in Atherton, kid, and don't let me see you again."

"I promise." The black man first slowly moved away, then turned around and ran. When he reached the corner, he suddenly turned around, raised his middle finger to Williams, and shouted loudly: "Fuck you, white trash!" (End of this chapter)