The Wolf of Los Angeles

Chapter 151 The advantage lies in us (please give me a monthly vote)

Century City, Beverly Business Club.

Hawke and Caroline came to the reception room and waited less than five minutes, Sarah Parker and her father Stephen Parker came in one after another.

Sarah walked quickly towards Hawke, spreading her arms to hug him.

But Hawk took a step back and pointed to her bulging belly: "Be careful."

Sarah smiled and patted her lower abdomen gently: “After a while, I will accidentally fall.”

Stephen Parker had a different view and came over to Hawk and said, "She always listened to you, and you advised her to give birth to the child."

How could Hawke participate in this kind of thing? He replied: "It's best for you to discuss this matter behind closed doors."

Caroline simply didn't say anything.

Hawke agreed to meet Sarah with only one purpose, and said directly: "Congratulations on winning the Golden Globe."

Sarah understood as soon as she heard it: "I have someone transfer money to you, and the last $800,000 bonus will be transferred to your company account soon."

She has great ambitions: "I will definitely look for you again when I strive for the Oscars in the future."

"I wish you a dream come true as soon as possible," Hawke said.

Sarah chatted for a few words and went to Caroline: "I heard you had a falling out with Rooney Chasen?"

"I'm now Hawke's assistant," Caroline said. "It's easier to work here and learn something new."

Sarah sighed, “It’s a pity that you can’t be my PR manager.”

Caroline had already had enough of her: "Good luck."

Here, Hawke chatted with Stephen Parker for a few words, and he asked, "What's going on in the prison now?"

"Bro Derek enjoyed the double happiness of wind oil essence and chili water." Stephen vented his anger for his daughter, feeling a lot of joy: "But there are a few old men who are too cruel to put sticks. After the New Year, Brown Derek had to be transferred to the hospital for treatment, and the people from Ackerman Pictures called me. "

Hawke asked, "What did they say?"

Stephen said, "Let me not go too far." He shook his head, "For now, Bro Derek's sentence is very long, and there is time and opportunity."

Hawke didn't say anything more, then took Caroline out of the reception room.

Caroline followed from behind, her palm-sized face full of desire. She opened her mouth several times, and when the words came to her mouth, she closed her lips again.

Hawke knew what she wanted to say, but he deliberately did not say it and kept working on the sheep.

Caroline had no choice but to walk closer quietly and whispered, "Boss, I ordered a new car."

"What car?" Hawke asked.

Caroline said, “The new Bentley Continental.”

Hawke turned to look at her: "The commission you have received from me in the past few months is $200,000, right?"

Caroline shook the bag on her hand, stretched her left hand out, revealing the watch under her sleeve: "I am a fashion expert and can't fall behind in fashion trends."

Hawke was too lazy to say to her: "I will transfer it to you soon."

Caroline's smile bloomed on her face and asked, "Boss, what kind of call do you like to hear? I'll call it for you."

Hawke came out of the business club and urged, "Do it quickly what I gave you yesterday."

"I'll go right away." Caroline's enthusiasm was completely aroused.

At noon, Hawke had an appointment with Megan Taylor for lunch.

The two met in a private room in a Chinese restaurant.

Megan put down the chopsticks in his hand, changed back to the knife and fork, and said, "I have followed the news about Wagren for many consecutive periods, and have been rushing to the front, and now it has been marked with a red mark."

But Hawke said, "You are now doing social and current affairs news. If you want to move up, it is almost impossible to remain neutral."

Megan forced a smile: "I didn't expect this day to come so early."

"Don't you notice it? Society is split step by step." Hawke thought for a while and said, "If you don't stand on my side, you will stand on the side of the enemy, which is becoming more and more in line with the changes in the social situation."

Megan said: "I don't like the pig in the Oval Office, his words are too extreme."

Hawke smiled: "But this is what America does, not only internationally, but also domestically."

Megan guessed: "This time it's not just a hiring? Did you make a choice, too?"

"It's not a choice." Hawke was very direct: "Collaborative and business collaboration, traditional skills."

He tried to invite: "I plan to be an online media. Are you interested in changing jobs? You are very suitable to be the editor-in-chief."

With Meghan's ability, the celebrity scandal that he got can be played with can be played.

Megan did not answer, but said: "The news tracking of the Wagren incident ended, and I served as the assistant director of Channel 11."

Hawke understood and picked up his glass: "I wish you a good rise and become the director as soon as possible."

Megan clinked his glasses: "Thank you."

Hawke stopped talking about the previous incident and instead talked about interesting things in Los Angeles recently.

After the two finished their meal, they came out of the restaurant and Hawke drove Megan to the Fox TV Center.

Afterwards, he went to the supermarket to purchase, bought some daily necessities, and took them to Yinhu Community.

Erica made an appointment with him to meet tonight.

In Silver Lake Community, Hawke drove to the yard door, took out the electronic key first, and pressed the closing button.

The separate security system powered off.

Hawke opened the door remotely, and drove into the yard with anticipation. He found that it was empty inside and there was no thief invading, and he was somewhat disappointed. He drove into the garage.

The community management here is not as good as the famous top luxury residential areas such as Sunset Avenue North District, and is a common semi-open luxury residential area in the United States.

Security personnel are equipped, but not many.

At this time, a Mexican descended from the main road from west to east, in the security booth at the entrance of the community.

With his ability to make anyone amiable, Ayala quickly got closer to the two security guards.

The dealers are rich and generous, and they mainly act generously.

Ayala took out a few stacks of dollars, stuffed them to the two security guards, and took out the documents prepared in advance: "I am a reporter from Us Weekly, I want you to help you."

In this era, there are very few surveillance, so it is natural that security dares to let people come in.

The two of them each put away their money, and the older white man said, "Tell me just if you have something to do."

In places like Los Angeles, there are at least hundreds of thousands of people who have worked as news informants. The security uncle has at least a dozen reporters’ business cards in his cabinet.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

After doing this ticket, Los Angeles will definitely not be able to stay. Ayala is very direct: "I have a message that LAPD's star police officer Erica Ferguson has a villa here and often meets with her boyfriend. I Want to make some news about her..."

The young one said, "I saw it a few days ago, and it seems that someone had sent the goods."

The FedEx freight truck was too eye-catching, and he asked the other party to register before entering the community.

Ayala took out his business card and handed it over: "Do you a favor. If they come here, call me and thank you very much."

"No problem." Uncle Security wanted to support his family, so he responded and reminded him: "We cannot disclose our information."

Ayala said: "Of course! This is a wealthy area, and there will definitely be celebrities moving in in the future. I want to work with you for a long time."

He pointed to the community: "I'll go in and take a walk."

The security uncle waved his hand and said, "Go, don't disturb the residents."

Ayala went out and drove into the car, followed the main road into the community, drove while observing, and soon discovered the target.

It was a large single-family villa near Yinhu. It had courtyards in front and behind, with a wall height of three and a half meters. The double-open metal doors were closed, blocking the peeping eyes outside.

The big house is an architectural layout with two floors and lofts.

Each of the single-family villas here is a little distance from their neighbors.

Ayala slowed down a little and looked carefully. There were external locks on both sides of the target villa, but there seemed to be no one living there.

He was afraid of arousing suspicion from the residents around him, so he did not stop to observe and drove away from here normally.

Ayala exits the community from the northeast side, returns to Santa Monica Avenue, and heads towards West Los Angeles.

...

When it was dark, Erica finished her work today and drove the Cherokee that she had been driving to the Silver Lake community.

The lights were bright on the main road, and Cherokee passed by the security booth, and the young security guard asked, "What just passed was like Erica Ferguson's Cherokee."

When the older one comes out, you can vaguely see the **** of the Cherokee car.

The young security guard also went out: "There are few people in the community I remember that they are opening this Cherokee, and it should be her."

The older one said, "Call, call quickly, that reporter is generous, we can get a few hundred more dollars."

The young security guard quickly went to call.

On the other side, Erica entered the yard, parked her car directly in front of the villa, jumped out of the car and walked into the house quickly.

She smelled a scent and walked straight toward the restaurant.

On the dining table, there were several meals such as stewed beef brisket with tomatoes and fried lamb chops.

There was still some movement in the kitchen. Erica ran over and stretched her head in. Before the person could react, she was hugged by her suddenly stretched out arms.

Hawke dragged her in and the two kissed each other passionately.

After a while, Erica struggled away: "No, have some food first. I ran outside for an afternoon today and was very hungry."

"Fill your stomach from above first, then fill your stomach from below." Hawk pulled her out.

The two sat at the dining table and Erika had just finished her meal when she noticed that one foot was stretched over on the other side of the dining table and rested it on her toned long legs.

The rice was quickly eaten in a different way.

...

Ximu District, an old-fashioned wealthy area.

In a villa, Camilla had just had supper and was considering pulling Ayala upstairs to release the pressure on her body when Ayala's cell phone suddenly rang.

After looking at the number, Ayala answered, heard a few words from there, hung up the phone, and said to Camilla, "Get the exact news, Erica Ferguson and Hawke Osmon went to Silver Lake Villa in the community.”

Camilla asked, "You just said that there is a convenient way to do it?"

"The occupancy rate in the villa area is not high, and patrols are not dense." Ayala repeated the previous words: "There is no one around their villa, and they only have two people in a short period of time, and the advantage lies in us!"

Camilla waited for so long and finally had the opportunity: "Call up brothers and start tonight!"

Ayala made calls one after another, from West Los Angeles to North Hollywood, cars drove out, came to the Hollywood area, and met in an agreed warehouse.

A batch of weapons from the Mule Gang are stored in the basement of this warehouse.

(End of this chapter)