The Wolf of Los Angeles

Chapter 97 Gun and Thorns

West Hollywood, Ethan Film Studio Door.

Hawke drove on the side of the road, looked at the license plate of the red car in front of him, got out of the car and came to the passenger seat, and tapped the window lightly.

Jacqueline, who was putting on makeup, waved to the passenger seat, put the things into her bag, and got out of the car quickly.

"Come with me." Hawke waited for her to come and reminded: "The first investor in this project is the director's girlfriend, don't be cautious in front of the director."

Jacqueline was not stupid and quickly said, "Can you wait for me for a while?"

Hawke waved his hand and said, "Go."

Jacqueline returned to the car and when she came out again, she took off all the makeup on her face and even changed her clothes. The dust on her body suddenly faded a lot.

She asked Hawke, "Is this OK?"

"Here." Hawke led her into the studio and went straight to the director's office.

With the crew preparing, the place is no longer as quiet as before, and many people come in and out.

Hawke also saw Kevin Lee who dealt with Miller Collins, but he did not meet directly with the other party, and Kevin Lee did not know him.

Eric's assistant met Hawk and said, "The director is waiting for you."

Hawke led Jacqueline into Eric's office, introduced Jacqueline and Eric, and said directly: "This is my friend, I'm very interested in the actor industry. You can take a look at it later, she has it. Don't have this talent."

Eric first asked his assistant to take Jacqueline to the audition room to get to know the environment.

When the others left, he asked, "Boss, is this your girlfriend? Or your lover?"

Hawke made it clear so that Eric would not misunderstand: "She has no relationship with me, I met him at work, I helped a little, and I dreamed of being an actor. If she was still doing it, I would find someone for her that would not affect the crew. If you are not suitable for a small character, just say it straight, you are welcome."

Eric thought for a moment and said, "There is a character who is not bad at the scene, but he is just a prostitute with a slightly larger scale."

Hawke couldn't help but look at Eric, thinking to himself that you've lit Jacqueline's bell? He doesn't care: "You watch it."

Eric finds the character script from the filing cabinet: "You sit for a while, I'll audition for her."

Hawke borrowed the script Eric was writing to look.

This is a methics, the protagonist is a paparazzi, who is mingled at the bottom of Los Angeles and wants to make a name for himself...

Not long after, Eric came back and said to Hawk, "Although he hasn't studied acting professionally, she feels okay."

He was a little confused: "I asked her to audition for the highlight of this role. She used steel pipes to seduce customers. To be honest, she played really well, quite like Jamie Lee Curtis in "The True Lies" Feel."

Of course, the professional-level player is not bad, Hawke nodded slightly: "It's fine."

"The actor can't talk to the crew about the work contract directly, she needs an agent," Eric said.

Hawke's Nokia phone rang out a text message: "Create, help with it."

He helped introduce himself to the crew, and Jacqueline had to rely on himself later.

Hawke opened the text message on his phone, and sent it by Erica Ferguson.

There is only one sentence: I'm back to Los Angeles.

"I have something to do, let's go first." Hawke greeted, left Eric's office, and called Erica's mobile phone number.

Erica's crisp voice came over there: "Hi Hawk, I'm back from New York."

Hawke said, "I thought you were going to be an East Coast girl after so long."

"The group of Yang's guys on the East Coast are boring and boring, all of them are little lambs." Erica turned to ask, "Where are you? At work?"

Hawke said, "Stay today and do nothing. Do you have time? Come and take a walk."

Erica responded: "Okay, I just came back and didn't have to go to work yet, I just had time."

Her proposal is different from that of ordinary girls: "I haven't touched the gun for a long time. I remember that you have a good shooting skills. Let's go to the Atel Mountain shooting range together to compete?"

Hawke certainly wouldn't refuse: "See you in the shooting range."

More than ten minutes later, the two arrived at the shooting range almost at the same time.

Erica got off a Cherokee and came to Hawk with her bag on her back and said, "You look stronger than before."

Hawke also carried a bag on his back: "It means that my long-term exercise is effective."

The two entered the shooting range and went to the locker room to change their clothes.

Hawke's eyes lit up when he saw Erica again.

Her long brown hair was tied behind her head, revealing Zhang Ying's face full of energy. The armed belt on her slender waist **** the camouflage training vest, highlighting the advantages of her chest. She sported a pair of high-top police boots and paired with camouflage training pants, it was like a slightest A strong female leopard.

In terms of appearance alone, Erica is not as beautiful as Megan, but exudes a completely different temperament.

Hawke wore a black training suit and met with her with a gun bag on his back.

Erica was quite confident: "Which one? You choose, and you must first agree that the loser treats you at noon."

"Exterior rapid fire, half-body target," Hawke said.

Erica replied, "No problem."

The two of them came to the outdoor area and chose a shooting range, and the safety officer followed.

When he saw that it was Hawk and Erica, he said, "Are the two masters competing?"

Erica looked at Hawke, a little surprised: "What happened during my time in New York?"

Hawke walked out of the wooden house, took out the magazine, checked the pistol, and said, "I often come here to practice the gun, and occasionally compete with people. They think my shooting skills are super good."

"A super first-class gunman." said the security officer: "It's not just a gun, but a slingshot is also good."

Hawke loaded the magazine: "I'll come first?"

Erica said, “Yes.”

Hawke entered the shooting range, and after the security officer shouted to start, he quickly held the gun in both hands and walked forward quickly.

One half-body target was raised, and he fired quickly. Amid the sound of gunfire, the target fell down quickly.

The magazine was cleaned up, and Hawke replaced the second magazine.

Off the field, Erica held her hands in her chest and looked at Hawke with interest.

Within twenty meters, the bullets were shot without any flaws.

This guy is really like a treasure.

Hawke emptied two magazines and turned them back.

The security officer looked at the electronic statistician and said, "Man, I'll hit it all again!"

Erica waited until Hawk came over and said, "You're good, but I'm better."

The security officer said that at the beginning, she rushed out like a cheetah, moving quickly with tactical movements, and gunfire sounded at the same time.

Every gunshot, a half-man target fell down.

After two magazines were finished, Erica came back with an empty gun and pointed to the chronograph on her wrist: "It's all three seconds less than you, so you lost."

Hawke didn't refute either: "Okay, I'll treat you at noon."

Erica asked, "Did the security officer just talk about the slingshot?"

Hawke returned to the wooden house, opened the bag on the wooden table, and took out a slingshot: "This."

Erica took it and pulled down the rubber band.

Hawke took out a few steel **** and told her the key points: "Give it a try."

Erica pulled out the slingshot and aimed at the head of a half-body target in front. The first shot was wrong, and the second shot was slightly adjusted, and a hit was hit.

Later, he hit five steel **** in a row, all hitting the heads of the target.

Hawke praised him at the right time: "Beauty, your shooting talent is so enviable."

Erica was not humble at all: "My friends and colleagues said so, I practiced guns with my grandfather at the age of seven."

Hawke took the slingshot she handed back and asked casually, "How many years have you practiced?"

"Fifteen years." Erica replied casually, and after saying that, she recalled, "I don't care so much, just ask directly. I'm 22 years old."

The two of them packed their bags and went to collect the spears. Each of them got a AR15 back.

Hawke and Erica were in the shooting range throughout the morning.

Hawke could tell that Erica liked guns very much.

It just so happens that he is also a good gunner.

The two can play together.

At noon, Hawke invited Erica to dinner at a nearby restaurant.

While chatting, I talked about the experience of getting to know each other again.

Seeing that she didn't mind talking about these things, Hawke said, "I've practiced for so many years, no wonder I'm so stable."

Erica said: "It may be me who dies unstable. Who dares to bet on his own life for such a thing?"

She smiled at Hawk, "Luckily you took it." Hawk said, "Why do I feel that you won't be in too much trouble even if you don't have the video I took."

"Although the dead one is a poisonous insect, he is still a celebrity." Erica did not deny this: "The public pressure is too great, and I may be resigned."

"The patrol police are also at risk, and guns are rampant. In an ordinary incident, the person involved may take out the gun."

Erica said: "I am no longer a patrolman. I have been transferred to the position and I have to go to the Detective Bureau." She specifically explained: "I have passed the induction assessment of the Detective Bureau."

Hawke felt the job was more dangerous, but Erica obviously liked it, saying, "Congratulations on the promotion."

"The police rank has not been promoted for the time being." Erica asked Hawke curiously: "Where are you? You are very busy with work recently? Are you still shooting news everywhere?"

Hawke simply said: "I won't shoot much. My main business here is crisis public relations consulting and business strategic planning. In the past month, I have received two major orders in a row."

Erica asked, “Is it convenient to say?”

Hawke could only vaguely say: "Equal rights fighter Steve Nutt, and help Dwayne Johnson get a male lead."

Speaking of this, he remembered Johnson's invitation: "After Dwayne Johnson signed the male lead with the crew, he planned to hold a yacht party. He invited me to bring a female companion."

Erica has attended yacht parties too many times since she was a child and asked, "Is there anything particularly fun?"

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

Hawke was also considering these things when he sent the invitation just now. Erica likes differently from ordinary girls, and she likes to play with guns and shoot the most.

He quickly thought of one: "I lived in Wyoming when I was a kid, and someone taught me an interesting way to catch fish, shoot fish."

Erica asked, "Bow and arrow fishing?"

"Similar." Hawke gestured with a gesture of pulling a slingshot: "Slingshot Fishing and Hunting."

Erica is a metropolitan girl who has played with guns and bows, but Hawk said nothing, and immediately became interested: "We go buy tools after lunch."

Hawke's scheming man thought more: "I've never seen anyone sell it, so why not do this. Let's buy some materials and make them ourselves."

You will definitely find this thing carefully.

But the two of them work together and then use them together, the feeling and meaning are completely different.

Erica replied, "Okay, we'll make it ourselves."

After lunch, the two went straight to the nearest hardware supermarket and purchased a bunch of materials and tools.

The things were put into the trunk, and Hawke drove the front to lead the way, Erica followed behind and returned to Fountain Street.

The studio space is limited and there is no garage. I could have used the second floor side lying on it as a workroom, but Edward lived on it temporarily.

Hawke had a way, so he drove the car directly into the parking lot and came to Frank's RV.

Frank got out of the RV and saw Hawk picking things down from the trunk, asking, "Have you bought me so many good things?"

Hawke placed the bag on the open space in front of the RV: "I have some electricity to borrow from you."

Erica opened Cherokee's spacious trunk and brought the heavy box over. She didn't need anyone to help. She put on a pair of gloves, picked up a crowbar and pried the lid open, and assembled the workbench inside.

In fact, she has an empty house in Yinhu Community not far away, but now it is not time to bring people into the house and be alone.

Frank was unaware of this and connected the power out of the Ford RV.

Hawke took materials such as alloy plates, large tension rubber bands, pulleys, reels, fishing lines and engineering plastic plates.

Rubbing the slingshot with his hands is of little significance to him.

The reel is equipped with a belt, which can be buckled on the wrist, and the fishing and hunting use arrows to transform them into fish darts and connect them to the fishing line.

Frankla came to the chair and sat down, looked at the excited Erica, and then looked at the scheming man Hawk, who really wanted to scold him.

But when he turned around and saw the new RV, he endured it again.

For the sake of the new RV, I just pretend that I don’t know anything.

Erica went to Cherokee again and moved a brand new small welder and cutting machine.

Frank watched helplessly, Hawke made two slingshots for spending thousands of dollars.

The man and woman next to her didn't talk about love, and they were all about mechanical processing and handmade work, but the relationship was obviously getting better and better.

Frank suddenly felt that the savior was just a pure blind man. Is this called not being able to pick up girls? Is this called having a gun and not using it?

He shook his head straight: "That idiot is not worthy of picking cotton!"

There was a crackling sound from over there, and the two began to debug the slingshot.

Erica kept putting on steel **** and hitting a tree in the distance.

Finally, Hawke's voice came over: "Old guy, turn off the power."

Frank goes to turn off the switch.

Erica picked up the slightly rough slingshot, then buckled the reel on her wrist, and said excitedly, "Let's go and try it."

Hawke took the bottle of water and pulled her up to the park: "This is the way."

The two entered the park.

There were not many people in the afternoon, and Hawke found a forest without a man and hung the water bottle on a branch.

When he returned to Erica, he found her looking to the left.

Erica signaled him not to speak, pointing to a tree.

Hawke saw that there was a black crow parked on the tree.

Erica was obviously not interested in dead objects. She hung the fish dart on the strong pulling rubber band. While pulling the rubber band to the end, she had already made aim.

After a collapse, the fish dart pulled the fishing line and flew out like an arrow from the string.

On the branches, black feathers exploded and the crow was directly penetrated by the fish dart.

Erica pulled the fishing line back, but the dart and the bird were stuck on the branches, so she could only go over and pick it off.

Hawke is sure that Donnie died at all when he meets Erica.

Erica came back with the crow still twitching and said with a smile, "It's powerful."

Hawke said, "Find a place, dig a hole and bury it, and it makes people feel troublesome."

Erica took out a police dagger from her pocket and ran to a tree to dig a hole without Hawk helping: "I'll just solve the things I've done."

Hawke gradually grasped her character, and was not polite, so he took the slingshot and reel, and came more than 20 meters away. He looked at the water bottle hanging, and the fish dart pulled the rubber band and shot the water bottle with a puff. Wear to each other.

This thing is quite dangerous.

Hawke took back the fishbang and shot several more times.

Erica buried the crow.

The two went back to finish the next move.

Hawke asked Frank, who is knowledgeable, “If you want to get a certificate with this thing, use it to fish in the sea.”

"Of course," Frank reminded: "If you fly in the sky, run on the ground, and swim in the water, you need to apply for a certificate if you want to hunt it down."

Erica took the initiative to say, "It's not difficult for me to get a fishing and hunting license."

Hawke said, "Okay, I'll leave it to you."

He was busy until four o'clock in the afternoon, and Erica was about to say goodbye, so she took a pair of slingshots and said, "I'll go back and practice."

Hawke said, "Yes."

Frank took Hawke's normal slingshot and reminded: "Get your tools away, I see a headache."

"Put it in my car." Erica went over and opened the Cherokee's trunk, and waited for Hawke to approach, and said intently: "I have an empty house in the nearby Silver Lake community, and I'll pull it over later."

Hawke tasted the tug and asked, "Don't I help?"

Erica reached out and wiped off a little metal debris from his face: "I'm just fine."

Hawke nodded slightly, loaded the car and took her out of the parking lot, and suddenly found a truck coming from the opposite side of the road, and Edward was calling by the car.

Erica remembered the Savior, and the car stopped by the side of the road, ready to say hello.

When Edward saw Hawke, he hung up the phone and said, "Boss, I'm going to find you."

Erica got out of the car and came over: "Good afternoon, Savior."

Edward was a little nervous when he met Erica. He subconsciously worried about being emptied the magazine. He replied politely and said to Hawk, "I'm going to move."

Hawke asked, "So fast?"

Edward said, "I rented a warehouse and moved the things to the warehouse. I took my bag to Donnie's house, and Deborah invited me to move in."

Hawke patted him on the shoulder: "Go and stay in a big villa."

Edward laughed and opened the door to move things.

Erica came to Hawke and wondered: "The savior said he was going to Downey's house? Which Downey? I feel familiar with the name Deborah."

Hawke said directly: "Just the Donny you think of, Robert Downey Jr. Deborah is Donny's widow. The savior met her somehow. Seeing that she was lonely and depressed, she expressed some concern. The specific process I don't know very well, the two are together now."

Erica blinked, always thinking something was wrong, and an idea came to her mind.

She shot Donnie to death, and Hawke made a fortune by relying on Donnie's news. His men caught Donnie's widow and moved into the villa left by Donnie?

(End of this chapter)