The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Under the cover of night, an ordinary Citroen sedan turned from Santa Monica to Brentwood, turned into the yard of Megan Taylor's villa, and stopped in front of the main entrance.

Leonardo got out of the car and walked quickly into the villa.

Megan took two steps forward and said, "This way."

The two of them walked through the living room and into the study.

Megan took the initiative to leave: "I'll go get you some coffee."

Leonardo quickly stepped forward and shook hands with Hawke: "I have been wanting to talk to you alone since I came back from Africa, but I have some concerns here, so I had to use Megan to pass on the message."

Hawke smiled and said, "Sit wherever you like."

Leonardo was very humble and said, "I have recently encountered some difficult problems that I want to solve but I lack the ability to do so. Last time on the UN Environment Programme plane, we talked about some marginal topics in this regard. I can't find any other solutions, so I can only ask you for help."

Before Hawke came over, he had some guesses: "I need to know what the specific problems are."

Leonardo organized his words and said, "You should have heard of Little St. James Island, right?"

The other party pointed out the main point right away. Hawke nodded slightly and said, "I've heard that a wealthy Jewish businessman in New York built a private resort island overseas and regularly organizes gatherings. I heard that many wealthy businessmen, politicians, and academic masters are frequent visitors to the island."

"I've been to the island many times, invited there." Leonardo described in detail: "In 1996, New York businessman Epstein bought the island and built a luxury holiday estate. He used various illegal means, including trafficking and deception, to keep dozens of girls or boys on the island for a long time for the enjoyment of guests who went to the island."

He closed his eyes, as if recalling the past that he couldn't bear to look back on: "After Titanic became a huge hit, my mentality swelled to the point of almost exploding. I not only mocked the entire Hollywood, but also ignored James Cameron, who had helped me a lot. One time, I believed Harvey Weinstein's plan and followed him to the island. Then the nightmare began. I met Hillary on the island. She was the first lady at the time. In order to avenge her husband's infidelity, she played with men crazily."

Hawke could only express his sympathy with his eyes, and speculated in his mind whether Hillary had used steel wool.

Leonardo paused for a moment and continued, "I was played by her in a very humiliating way. The most terrible thing is that this kind of playing is not a one-time thing. It has never stopped over the years. For example, the last time you negotiated with Xilali on a yacht, I had to drive the yacht during the day, and at night I had to go back and lick the used oil from an engine that was manufactured in the 40s..."

Hawke quickly raised his hand to interrupt him: "There's no need to describe this in detail."

Leonardo smiled awkwardly and continued, "I have tried many ways to get rid of Silaree. I previously guessed that Jack's youth and handsomeness just suited his taste. I gained as much weight as possible without affecting my acting career. Now I have a big belly and a face that has grown horizontally, but she still won't let me go."

He patted his face and stomach, extremely angry: "I have already disabled myself, and she still wants me to provide services. Who can stand this!"

Hawke understood and asked, "So, you only look for young girlfriends?"

"Yes, I swear!" Leonardo gritted his teeth and said, "I don't want any woman over 25 years old!"

Hawke thought to himself, he is indeed a loyal man who never forgets his original intention.

Leonardo added: "I could have tolerated it originally, but as she's gotten older, Sierra's tastes have been getting heavier and her tricks have been increasing. I'm worried that if I continue like this, she'll make me run 11 seconds for the meters."

Hawke suddenly realized that it was no wonder that there were rumors in his previous life that Leonardo could only run 11 meters in seconds. It turned out that the root of the problem was Silarie: "She won't let you go?"

"No, there are other reasons besides what I said." Leonardo said so much, and he didn't mind telling everything he knew: "There are not only loli on that island, but also a stronghold of Satanism. Soul cooking is prepared for every gathering. I suspect there is something wrong with the ingredients of soul cooking..."

Hawke asked directly, "Girls?"

Leonardo nodded slowly but firmly. "It's just some of the content on the island. If I leave, it may lead to terrible consequences. I suspect that the helicopter crash at the mouth of the Hudson River was caused by Silarie. They are two billionaires."

Regarding the incident at the mouth of the Hudson River, Hillary used Twitter and the Russian spy case to successfully frame Hawke, which directly led to Hawke being attacked by a group of big black men in Africa.

Hawke asked instead, "Where's the bragging party?"

"You know this too?" Leonardo was not surprised. Hawke had been able to develop to where he is today, and he had defeated countless enemies along the way. "The bragging parties are not as high-end as those on the island. The participants are mainly celebrities and wealthy businessmen in the entertainment industry. The Zipperton couple only occasionally attend. The last time was a few years ago when they came to California to support former Governor Gray Davis."

Hawke remembered this incident and had Campos send someone to keep an eye on it some time ago: "Does the party involve politics?"

Leonardo said: "Yes, the Donkey Party faction headed by Hillary needs Hollywood stars to stand up for them. The bragging party is a win-win situation. The stars can get resources for development, and the politicians can get publicity signs and shields..."

He said self-deprecatingly: "For example, during the several battles between you and the Donkey Party in California, I was forced to expose gossip at critical moments to distract the attention of the media and public opinion."

Hawke asked directly: "Are you engaged to Gisele and then you broke up?"

"Giselle is my true love. I can't love another woman like I love her." Leonardo seemed to be making a true confession: "But getting engaged to her and breaking up with her were not my own will, but forced, so I feel particularly disgusted in my heart. Perhaps this is the real reason why Giselle and I can't be together."

Hawke said, "The problem you want me to solve is about the problem between you and Xilali?"

"I want to leave her," Leonardo said, "but it will affect my career. Career is secondary. The main thing is that I might lose my life."

Hawke said, "You want me to shelter you and protect you." He was very direct: "Fighting Hillary is not an easy thing. Fierce political conflicts may break out, and it may end up in a life-and-death situation."

Leonardo was a smart man. He understood what Hawke meant and knew that he needed to express his position and prove his value.

Who would be willing to waste a lot of resources to protect a piece of waste that has no value or use?
Before Leonardo came over, he had prepared himself mentally and said, "I am willing to provide all the people, activities and discussions related to the bragging party on the island, as well as the location of the party, and the people and things they mentioned."

Hawke nodded slightly, but that wasn't enough: "If it really comes to a life-and-death situation, I need you to step up."

"This..." Leonardo hesitated.

Hawke hadn’t finished his words yet: “And then there’s the white glove situation with Cilaly and the Zippertons.”

Leonardo responded: "I don't know anything else. I only know some things related to Harvey Weinstein."

Hawke said without rushing, keeping his eyes on Leonardo.

Leonardo spoke up. There was no turning back. If he thought about eating gutter oil again, it would be like licking a piece of meat that had been left outside for a week in the summer, and then drinking water from an Indian toilet...

Thinking of this, his body became excited and his tongue twitched, as if it was equipped with an electric motor, swinging rapidly and continuously.

Leonardo took a while to calm down and said, "If it really comes to that stage, I will stand up."

What Hawke needs is a Leonardo who is completely on his side and knows the relevant inside story, not a fence-sitter.

He said: "If Xilali asks you out again, you can find any excuse to delay. With your current status, Harvey Weinstein can't control you openly. If he does something secretly, I will get rid of his white glove."

Leonardo felt a little relieved.

Hawke continued, "I will send an elite eight-member security team to protect you secretly and will not give Silarie a chance to take action. But you should also be careful not to take private planes and helicopters if you can avoid it."

Leonardo replied: "I will pay for their security."

He opened the bag he brought with him and handed Hawke the prepared document, as if handing over a letter of guarantee: "This is the list of guests I met when I attended events on the island, including entertainment stars, politicians, wealthy businessmen, and academic masters. Some of the names on it will surprise you, such as the physics expert whose only eyes and fingers can move."

Hawke knew he was talking about Hawking, so he didn't respond. Instead, he glanced at the text and found the description very vivid.

Zipperton was sitting on the beach smoking a cigar, with a group of loli dancing around him...

Hawke put the text away and said, "That's all for today. Please write down what I said as soon as possible."

A few minutes later, Leonardo quietly left Megan Taylor's villa.

After waiting for a while, Hawke made a phone call and asked, "Is there a tail following him?"

Someone on the other side reported: "No, everything is normal."

Hawke put away the document and came out of the study.

Megan was sitting in the living room and asked casually, "Are you planning to make big news again?"

As for Xilali, Hawke couldn't tell her for the time being, and said vaguely: "When the time is right, I will tell you, and it will be big news then."

Megan stood up and pulled him upstairs: "Don't discuss this during non-working hours, it's entertainment time now." She came to where the phone was placed, picked it up and pressed the hands-free button, and said: "Little Lamb, come quickly, someone is waiting for you to push it in the back."

Caroline's grinding teeth could be heard on the phone: "It's your turn this time. That's what we agreed on last time."

…………

Hollywood area, Compton Foundation.

Edward drove his Cadillac into the yard and found that many black people had lit small fires.

He got out of the car and smelled a pungent burnt smell.

Michael stepped forward and said, "The second group of people to support San Francisco has arrived."

Edward saw the people in the yard: "What are they doing?"

Michael scratched his head, his face full of embarrassment, not knowing what to say.

This matter involved the occupation of San Francisco. Edward did not dare to be careless and asked, "What is going on?"

Michael had no choice but to say, "It's like this. Many of the people who came here this time are drug addicts. We certainly won't provide them with drugs, and they don't have the money to buy them. There's an abandoned homeless camp on another street, and they picked up plywood that the scrap yard didn't want, burned it, and smelled the smoke to satisfy their addiction." Edward looked at the people with the same skin color as him, almost stunned on the spot, shook his head and said, "Maybe I've been away from Compton for too long."

Michael said: "You have been away from the black community for many years. I don't know what those people have become. They are so poor that they can't even afford the cheapest painkillers and fentanyl. They can only think of other ways."

As the two were talking, a few black men came in from the door.

Edward heard the sound from a distance, which sounded like frogs. He felt something was wrong: "Are they out catching frogs? Do they want to eat them? It would be troublesome if they run into extreme environmentalists."

Michael didn't understand what was going on: "It looks like a toad, right? I'll go over and take a look."

He found those black men, asked a few questions, and then walked back.

Edward saw clearly that the old black men found an empty space to sit down, squeezed the toad's back a few times, and then picked it up and put it to their mouths.

The black man sucked and licked him, treating him more attentively than a pretty girl.

Even though Edward came from the lowest class in Compton, he was still stunned and had no idea what was going on.

Could it be that black Americans have become so perverted that they have crossed the boundaries of species, successfully surpassing India and ascending to the throne of world champion?
Michael walked back quickly and said to Edward, "Hollywood is turning into a slum. There is an abandoned former public swimming pool nearby. After the Los Angeles Fire Department restored its water supply, it kept leaking and turned into a broken pond. I don't know where some Sonora toads came from."

Edward pointed at the black guys and said, "And they caught a toad and planned to develop a cross-species romance with it?"

"How can it be an interspecies romance?" Michael didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "You really have been away from the black class for too long. You don't even know some of the latest trends."

He explained in detail: "These old blacks are also drug addicts. The burning of plywood has little effect on them. They find Sonora toads and lick and absorb the toad venom..."

Edward sighed, "Sure enough, I'm out of date and have no idea what black people are like."

His heart was filled with disappointment in the black community. A rare opportunity was before him. If he made good use of this LGBTQ movement, the social status of black people might truly change.

But these black people are all mud.

Edward remembered what Hawke had said. The reason these people were pushed to the center of the social stage was because they lacked knowledge and literacy. They were willing to cause trouble with just a little instigation, but their group capabilities were extremely poor and they could not form a real force at all.

It is super convenient to use and there is no need to worry.

Looking at this, Edward felt that what Hawke said was absolutely correct.

He was too lazy to think about these black people and said directly to Michael: "The San Francisco plan is very important. Just like the first time, the selection of personnel must be strict. All addicts will not be accepted."

Michael said: "In this way, there will be a lot fewer people..."

Edward emphasized: "It is better to be short of it than to have these people who hold us back."

"Okay, I'll keep a close eye on it." Michael agreed.

Edward felt unsafe, so he decided to be there in person when the selection took place tomorrow.

Two days later, Hawke received a list written by Leonardo, which included hundreds of people, including Hollywood stars, Western dignitaries and even political tycoons.

Not to mention the latter two, there are dozens of Hollywood stars alone.

Harvey Weinstein, Madonna, Angelina Jolie, Tom Hanks, Robert De Niro, Spielberg, George Clooney, Meryl Streep, Jim Carrey, Orlando Bloom and Michael Jackson are all typical Hollywood celebrities who speak for the Donkey Party.

As we all know, many Hollywood stars and directors are bastards outside of work. They applauded Epstein and went to that island. They couldn't have been there to put on a show, right?

It is also possible to be a guest performer...

After all, there are real powerful people on the list, such as Bill Gates, Sergey Brin, the Zippertons and Prince Andrew of the United Kingdom.

Hollywood's biggest stars are nothing in comparison.

In addition to Lolita Island, Leonardo also wrote about bragging parties.

The bragging parties do not involve New York, but are mainly held in Los Angeles and sometimes in Miami. Once they start, they are often held for several days in a row. A large amount of drugs are prepared at the party for male and female guests to use at any time.

Hawke read it carefully and made several copies and kept them in case of future need.

Hillary was not a easy woman to deal with. Hawke estimated that she and Zipperton were just like him, maintaining armed forces in North America and overseas, and could dispatch personnel at any time when they wanted to take action.

Therefore, a shield is needed to rush to the front.

It might be difficult to do it at other times.

But the US election is approaching, and Hillary is preparing to compete for the first female president of the United States.

On the Elephant Party side, Tom Emmer and Johnny Jones are also eyeing the Oval Office.

They will rush to the front without being encouraged.

Hawke was thinking about how to cleverly deliver these things to competitors.

…………

The National Mall, Washington, DC.

Sharma, an Indian, was sitting on a bench, looking at Capitol Hill from afar.

The half-blood Korat who was sitting next to him reminded him, "Silali's car is coming."

Sharma saw the Chevrolet SUV, which was easily recognizable by its champagne-colored paint.

The car stopped at the side entrance of the Capitol, and a woman in a suit got out of the car and walked quickly into Capitol Hill.

This was the purpose of the two men coming to Washington.

Originally, under the leadership of Persson, they completed the Los Angeles fire insurance contract case, instigated Mills to shoot the former president of Eunice Insurance Contract, and then left North America to avoid possible investigations and searches by the Ferguson family and Schwarzenegger.

The Los Angeles contract incident was handled very beautifully, which directly caused chaos in Los Angeles and also received a high bonus from the Niu Sen family.

But the good times did not last long. The abuse and death of Philip in San Francisco became even more serious, and not only San Francisco and California, but the entire United States was in chaos.

Gavin Newson's assistant Gittens brought a new task, which was to inform Hillary that the video about Satanism in the previously planned mail package had fallen into the hands of the Ferguson family.

Persson returned to his hometown in Sweden to attend some religious ceremony.

Mayor's assistant Gittens simply put Sharma in charge of the matter.

Two days have passed, and Korat is still worried: "How can I pass the news to Xilali and make her suspect Hawk Oscar and the Ferguson family first?"

Sharma was concentrating on thinking and didn't say much.

Korat frowned as he saw the champagne-colored Chevrolet SUV drive away. “I feel like this mission is even harder than provoking Mills to shoot and kill someone in Los Angeles.”

Sharma then spoke up: "Since we can't think of a particularly good way, let's use the simplest way."

"How do we do it?" Korat was just an assistant, and he had to cooperate with Sharma: "Do you have a perfect solution?"

Indian Sharma showed a mysteriously confident smile: "I heard from several Indian groups that the person Hillary trusts the most is an Indian woman named Abedin. I have asked someone to help me get her Twitter account or email address, and then I will directly pass the information to her through the Internet."

Korat has always been the deputy responsible for execution, and it was the same when he was in Los Angeles. He asked in confusion: "Is this okay?"

Sharma is particularly confident: "You have to believe in the solution that an Indian elite came up with. India is the most powerful country in Asia. Why? Because there are many elites like me working hard for the country."

Korat received a happy education and didn't even know who bombed Pearl Harbor. He shrugged and said, "If you think it's feasible, we'll do it."

"Let's go back to the hotel first and wait for our friends to send us a message." Sharma walked towards the outside of the National Mall.

Korat was influenced by the Indians' confident look and thought that this method was feasible.

After all, the other party is an elite from Silicon Valley.

The two returned to the hotel and waited for a while. Sharma received a message with the mobile phone number, Twitter account and email address of Abedin, Hillary's assistant.

Korat said: "We can't use our own phones or computers to send it, so it's best to find a public computer, or one that's not monitored."

"This task is left to you." Sharma didn't want to run out.

Korat did not refuse. He went out for most of the day, found a suitable Internet cafe, and called Sharma to come over.

Sharma brought a USB drive with the software to the Internet cafe and edited the relevant text. Considering that it involved Hawke Osmond of Twitter, he was worried that it might touch on the keywords within Twitter, so he only sent it to Yahoo email. (End of this chapter)