The Wolf of Los Angeles - Chapter 310

In West Hollywood, in a single-family house, Campos fixed the map of the small town of Venice on a huge whiteboard.

Garcia took the pen and circled a red dot at a place on the west side of Pacific Avenue.

Hawke looked at the location on the map, compared it with the actual area in his mind, quickly determined the specific location, and asked, “Is this the new club?”

Garcia replied: “We conducted some peripheral investigations, a private yacht club established seven years ago, registered under a trading company. The company has no contact with the Ackerman family and its businesses, but judging from the discovery in recent days, this should be the starting point for the new club.”

Juan came to the map at this time, and used his pen to draw a line in the sea area: “The yacht set off from the pier, probably in this direction, heading to the outer sea until it disappeared.”

“They must have brought the carnival site to some small island,” Edward said.

Hawke’s eyes fell on the offshore location and said, “There are not many private islands offshore in Los Angeles, but not many. In places like sea, tracking is too easy to be discovered.”

Campos responded: “The last time Halle Wayne followed the Venice Beach Club was the fuse of a series of events that followed, and the Ackerman family learned lessons.”

He said directly: “It is too difficult to track at sea. If the other party’s ship is equipped with radar, it will be easy to be discovered even at a long distance.”

Carlos interrupted, “The radar of civilian ships is not difficult to get, and it is easy to have money.”

Hawke thought for a moment and said, “Don’t chase at sea, it’s too dangerous, safety is more important than catching these bastards’ tails.”

Campos and others didn’t say anything, but felt the boss’s attention.

Hawke looked around the room and made sure that everyone here had participated in the operation in Rosario, Mexico, and said, “We have an ace in our hands, and she should know more or less.”

Campos said: “Melissa Ackerman has been detained for a long time, has a diet restriction, is not in good spirits, and is not as good as he looked a few months ago.”

Hawke nodded, “Good, let’s go and see this woman later.”

His eyes swept over the others and clapped his hands: “Everyone, continue your previous work. I only emphasize one thing: I would rather abandon your goals than let yourself fall into danger.”

Everyone responded, leaving here one after another except Campos.

Hawke and Campos head to the warehouse where Melissa is imprisoned.

Just as I arrived, someone called, Campos got off the car, and after meeting Hawke, he said, “The latest news is that Johnny Edwards took a flight from Los Angeles International Airport, left Los Angeles and went to San Francisco, and Tiger Woods also left. The destination is Georgia, where the Masters held there will be kicks off next month.”

“I get it.” Hawke thought while walking, and after entering the warehouse door, he said to Campos: “Retreat with Johnny Edwards’ people, don’t continue to follow, politicians should be cautious.”

Campos understands this: “Yes.”

Hawke said again: “Continue to follow Tiger Woods, he might be our breakthrough point.”

Campos set out to arrange it.

Hawk and Edward, who had already put on makeup, came to the basement through the stairs.

Under the lights that were turned on, the woman in the cage had a disheveled hair, her body was dirty, and she also emitted a sour smell. She was also thinner than before, and was not much better than the homeless man on the poor street.

Because it was to be filled with blood bags and spare organ bank, Melissa did not become that skinny.

Hawke looked at it slightly and walked towards the cage.

Melissa kept staring at her. Unlike the previous two times, the two people who came this time did not wear black hoods and had a big bearded face, which was clearly visible under the light.

This misunderstood Melissa.

The months-long imprisonment of dog cages and the tragic life of darkness have put this woman on the verge of collapse of will.

Many things are completely different when imagined and experienced.

Melissa saw the two of them seeing her in their “real faces”, climbed to the edge of the iron cage, grabbed the cold steel bars with both hands, and asked, “Are you thinking about it?”

Hawke couldn’t remember it very well because it was too long.

Melissa was quite excited, shook her greasy hair, shaking the strong iron cage and steel bars, and shouted in tears: “Why are you here! Why are you here! How long have I been waiting for you? Do you know?”

The long imprisonment, from heaven to hell, made her almost crazy: “Hurry up, let me out quickly! I will give you half of your property!”

Hawke said, “Don’t make a noise.”

Melissa didn’t listen at all and was still yelling.

Campos, who came in from behind, took an electric shock stick.

Edward followed, knocking on the iron cage, and Melissa screamed with a sharp scream as the electric current crackled.

But then, she became honest.

Melissa looked at Hawke and the other two in horror.

Campos whispered: “The last time I left, I asked her to break down mentally as soon as possible. I asked the guard to tame her frequently. The guard was a deaf and mute person, who did not understand English, could not communicate with her, and could not really hurt her body, so I simply used electrotherapy.”

Hawke understood that the female guard found by Campos was the descendant of the Thunder and Lightning Dharma King. No wonder Melissa’s spirit is on the verge of collapse.

Edward retracted the electric shock stick and the horror on Melissa’s face dissipated a little.

Hawke took another step forward and said, “Long time no see, Miss Ackerman.”

The electric shock scared Melissa, fear made her brain clearer, stared at Hawke and Edward for a while, and said slowly, “You are not Sean’s subordinates.”

She suddenly raised her voice: “Who are you?”

Hawke was not interested in answering her question and asked directly: “Where did you choose as the party venue after the Venice Beach Club was burned?”

Melissa also didn’t answer and asked back, “Are you an FBI?”

Hawke winked.

Edward, the dirty old man, smiled and laughed out loud, picked up the electric shock stick, placed it on the iron cage, and pressed the switch with his fingers.

Accompanied by a woman’s scream, Melissa’s eyes were dull and her face was demented, and she sat in an iron cage.

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It seemed that something went wrong with me.

Hawke could imagine that in the past few months, the female Thunder and Lightning King had been playing some kind of training game.

Edward’s electric rod was about to stop, and when Melissa came to her senses, she stretched out again.

This time, Melissa crawled quickly like a bitch, grabbed the steel bar with both hands, her face pressed against it, and shouted, “I said, I said it all!”

She spoke very quickly: “We moved to Santa Catalina Island and established a new club in Avalon, the only town on the island. Avalon has a small airport and a sea terminal to facilitate guests’ contact and leave the North American continent for easy cargo delivery.”

Hawke turned his head and whispered to Campos: “The guard did a great job, and it’s a reward.”

Campos also believed that this woman would not be so well-behaved without the persistent training of the deaf and mute girl guarding for several months.

Hawke continued, “The guards and administration on the island are all your people?”

Melissa laughed weirdly and said, “They have already attended our party and can only stand on our side and have no choice.”

Edward said deliberately: “They can surrender!”

“Submission is ridiculous!” Melissa said with a sarcastic look: “Those guys who look very honest have abused girls to death when they are enjoying themselves at the Venice Beach Club. You don’t know what they have done.”

She looked at Hawke: “You men, just pull off your mask and indulge them as much as you want, they are all demons!”

Hawke pretended not to hear it, and only asked what he wanted to ask: “It seems that you have secretly recorded the video to get the handle of those people.”

Melissa smiled unrestrainedly: “If you don’t take secret photos or videos, why do we organize these things? Are there any problems with your head?”

Hawke said, “Where is the video? Don’t say you don’t.”

Melissa said, “I can tell you, but what can you give?”

“Me!” Edward stepped forward and put the electric rod on the iron cage.

Melissa quickly said, “I don’t expect you to let me go, but can you improve my living environment so that I can take a shower and have an independent bathroom on a daily basis.”

Edward waved the electric rod and mocked, “And throw this away too.”

Melissa looked at the electric stick with fear in her eyes and some complicated emotions mixed with them, and said, “No, you can keep it.”

Hawke thought for a while and said, “I will find you a new place to live.”

Melissa said: “The thing is in Las Vegas. I have a safe at Citibank over there. The safe only recognizes the keys. I hid the keys in the secret location of the Ackerman Charity Foundation headquarters. It is not easy to take them out. It is difficult for outsiders to enter there. Dozens of armed guards patrol 24 hours a day, and there is a complete security surveillance system.”

She paused for a moment: “Maybe you can talk to Chairman Barack Bernan, who is my confidant and suitor…”

Hawke said: “Tell you something unfortunate, Barack Bernan has turned to your younger brother Sean.”

“Damn it!” Melissa angrily said, “I knew that men were not reliable.”

Hawke was too lazy to pay attention to these words, and further asked the details of the key, and found that things were not easy to do.

The key is hidden in a file bag in the vault of the financial office of the headquarters foundation.

Melissa saved here, and it was also one of the multiple backups, not guarding against the insiders of the Ackerman family.

Hawke tried to ask about the Ackerman family’s privacy again, but Melissa shut up and directly threatened the family’s life and death. Even if Edward used the electric stick, it would not work.

After coming out of the warehouse, Hawke called Brian and asked the other party to help find a suitable house and buy it specifically for blood-raising bags. (End of this chapter)