The Wolf of Los Angeles

Chapter 233 Failed

With a crisp gunshot, the running bearded man fell down, blood spurted out of his legs and his bones were broken.

But he was very conscious and with the power of falling, he rolled behind two stone flower beds.

The bearded man was so painful that he was covered in cold sweat, his face was scary, and his eyes passed through the gaps in the flower bed and saw four corpses lying on the stone floor of the square.

Except for him, none of the four subordinates who came together were spared.

The bearded man gritted his teeth and turned around. Less than thirty meters away, he parked the car they used to retreat.

Now, I can't get through it at all.

Before coming here, the information showed that Hawk Osmon had a very powerful shooting skills and he also had certain combat abilities, but he didn't expect that his shooting skills were so powerful.

Also, those three or four bodyguards are not ordinary people, one of them has even more shooting skills than their own snipers.

If the sun hat had not been killed by the opponent at the beginning of the battle, it would not have been so passive.

But the bearded man did not have any regrets.

What they mercenaries do is to lick blood from the edge of the knife.

Others pay for money, but they work hard.

It is natural to die in the process of making money.

The sound of a helicopter came from the horizon. The bearded man looked up and looked in the direction where the sound came. He could vaguely see two helicopters flying towards him.

Listening to the sound of the propeller and looking at the vague style of the plane, it should be that the FBI has arrived.

The bearded man noticed that the opponent was about to move, so he immediately raised his gun and shot several times at the other side.

Hawke is still hiding behind the Mercedes-Benz. Now the situation is completely dominant. Of course, he will not run out to take risks, and that will really become a living target.

The FBI helicopter has arrived and the overall situation has been decided.

The gunshots rang out again.

The bearded man tidied up all the rifle magazine, took out the cell phone in his pocket, removed the communication card, and smashed it into pieces with his pistol.

Then, he shot several times at his phone.

The helicopter is getting closer and closer, and the huge "FBI" on the fuselage can be seen faintly.

The bearded man had no luck thinking and picked up his pistol to gagg.

If he dies on a mission, his family will receive a large pension.

If you can't stand it, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Those **** in the FBI dare to use any bad methods.

The bearded man exerted his fingers and pulled the trigger. With the sound of a gunshot, he burst into blood from the back of his head and fell down dejectedly.

The FBI helicopter arrived and directly carried out a rope-in-routing. The two teams of fully armed agents quickly controlled Citrus Square.

There is also a bomb disposal team coming by car.

Hawke directly asked Brian to negotiate.

On the one hand, Brian is one of the parties involved.

On the other hand, the person in charge of the FBI side is Jennifer Huey.

A handsome man with a crow's mouth is just right.

Five bodies fell from Citrus Square.

Hawke asked, in addition to the four people shot dead in front, one of them was injured in the leg and committed suicide by shooting and drinking.

Including the guy who died of a driving explosion, at least six people died this time.

The direct attacker left no living mouth.

Nothing can be found to prove identity for the time being.

This is a carefully planned attack.

After the ambulance arrived, Hawke first asked the medical staff to take Edward to the hospital.

Edward said, "Boss, I should be fine, it's all skin trauma."

Hawke pressed him on the stretcher: "Go to the hospital for a comprehensive examination, don't worry, come back, observe for one night."

Edward stopped insisting and got into the ambulance.

Hawke called Austin, the head of the company's security department, and asked him to cancel all security personnel's leave, and firearms were distributed to individuals, and the warning was mentioned as the highest level.

Then he notified Campos and asked him to send someone to the hospital to protect Edward.

The attacker even used car bombs, and who knows whether there will be a more crazy attack later.

Hawke was still talking about Burbank Hotel on the phone with Campos.

Campos immediately set off and went to the Burbank Hotel in person, staring at Douglas Coster and his group.

There is currently no evidence that it was done by those from BlackRock, but this kind of thing does not require any evidence. In Hawke's eyes, people with huge conflicts of interest at this stage have the greatest rift.

And Emma Bateson, there are people staring at Campos.

Hawke came back after calling, and the FBI took a preliminary look at the scene.

Jennifer Huey came over and said, "The scene was too tragic." She looked at Brian next to her, "Luckily you're fine."

Brian pointed to Hawke: "He protected me, without Hawke, that explosive car would hit both of us directly."

Jennifer asked Hawke: "Isn't it hurt?" Hawke was covered in dust at this time, covered in smoke and looked a little embarrassed: "This time I was lucky. My friend crashed into a car and saved me, and several bodyguards tried their best again..."

Jennifer patted his arm and said, "Do you want me to inform Erica?"

Hawke picked up his phone and signaled, "I'll call her."

"I'll take a record for you after calling." Jennifer would take someone to record for Hawke himself.

Hawke called Erica and said a few words lightly.

Erica had already received news of the bombing in Cowenna, and when she heard it was related to Hawk, she spoke in an extremely solemn tone: "I'll go there now."

The scene was completely blocked by the FBI, and well-informed media reporters rushed over and blocked the guard belt to take photos.

Hawke's face was covered in smoke and dust, and he didn't go to clean it. He got into a FBI car and made a record with Jennifer.

In fact, except for the speculation that cannot be proven, he was also a little confused in the other parts.

Where did the gunman come from? Who is the person driving a car bomb attack? I don't know anything.

If it weren't for the three bodyguards, Raul, Guti and Morientes, who had recruited some time ago, it might have been very, very troublesome today.

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

Hawke and others took the transcript separately, and overall there would not be too much trouble.

The only point is that the AR-15 used by Guti was illegally modified to the musket stock, but it is not worth mentioning in Jennifer's handling.

Sitting in the FBI car, Brian, who was also infatuated, took a bottle of water, handed it to Hawke, and said, "I didn't expect you to be so loyal."

Hawke unscrewed and took a sip, saying, "I'm still waiting for you to take me into the Oval Office. You can't die halfway."

Brian took another bottle of water: "From today, no, from tomorrow, I also need to exercise. If I encounter such a thing, at least I can escape..."

"Wait!" Hearing the next sentence, Hawke wished he could pick up the mineral water bottle and block Brian's mouth: "Don't say such things again, okay?"

Brian opened his mouth and suddenly realized that he might be really a crow's mouth, so he quickly closed his mouth.

Hawke said seriously: "Didn't you notice the seriousness of the matter yet? We won't mention it from afar. These two times, once at St. Mary's Mental Therapy Center, and once today, all the nonsense you said It's fulfilled, it's all fulfilled! "

At this point, Brian felt a deep sense of self-doubt: "Am I really cursed the leader of the God Cult?"

Hawke said seriously: "Don't doubt, you absolutely are."

Brian shook his head quickly, and this kind of reputation could not fall on him: "These people should not target me..."

Hawke was powerless to refute, and could not speak lies with his eyes open.

So, he simply closed his eyes: "But they chose to have you there, or you are the mayor, and launch an attack."

The two people's debate has not yet come to an end, and the car door is knocked from outside.

Jennifer opened the car door and said, "There are a few key matters. The above asked me to explain them in advance to avoid misunderstandings."

Hawke nodded, "You just say it."

Jennifer said directly: "The matter is still unclear and the incident is not determined. As parties involved, you should not show up in public or accept any media interviews. Keep the contact information open and we will contact you at any time."

"I'm fine with these." Brian emphasized: "Find out who did it as soon as possible."

Jennifer smiled helplessly: "I'm already checking. According to some physical characteristics, the five gunmen in the square are very likely to be mercenaries. As for the guy who died in the car, he has been blown to pieces. I want to To figure out his identity, there is still a lot of work to do."

Hawke looked outside and lowered his voice: "The few people I mentioned, look for your confidant as soon as possible."

Jennifer's voice was also lowered: "It's already done, but there is no tangible evidence in the face of celebrities and business elites, and the FBI has no good idea."

She was transferred to the former deputy director of the Los Angeles branch office, and she had a furious deal with some things. She was caught by the headquarters and was forced to retire early.

Jennifer said directly: "Don't have too much expectations for the FBI."

Hawke knew very well that if the other party dared to do this, he would not be afraid of regular investigations in the open.

It just so happens that he is not the kind of person who only relies on explicit investigations.

There was still a lot of things to be dealt with on the scene. Jennifer finished his instructions and left quickly.

Erica then rushed over and saw her boyfriend and cousin being more miserable, her face looked extremely ugly.

She took out the wipes and wiped the ashes from Hawke's face, saying, "This matter cannot be over like this!"

...

Los Angeles International Airport, Besten Internet Café.

Private detective Kosen sat in front of a computer, took a sip of cold coffee, and refreshed Twitter again.

After the program was refreshed, several new messages appeared on Twitter.

One of them attracted the attention of Coosen.

"There is a suspected bombing in Cowenna, East Los Angeles!"

Kosen quickly clicked on the news title, and there was a Twitter message edited by the user, accompanied by a few photos taken from afar.

The streets were not very wide in a mess, with bullets and shells vaguely visible, and a black Mercedes-Benz sedan's glass windows were broken and parked in the middle of the road.

Not far away, there was waste emitting smoke and the ground was covered with car debris.

There was also half of the thin car door, which was inserted diagonally into the branch of a green tree on the side of the road.

Coson knew at a glance that Miller Collins had started.

He took out his cell phone and called, "How is the plan?"

"Failed." Tim on the other side said directly: "It's time for you to leave."

(End of this chapter)