The Wolf of Los Angeles - Chapter 333

He first won the internal competition and became an outstanding rookie in the elephant group, and successfully ran for mayor Kovina, laying the foundation for politics. Now he has gone to a higher level and ascended the mayor of Los Angeles. No one knows better than Brian what role Hawke played in it.

If he is the core of the team, Hawke is the absolute soul character.

Brian is not stupid. Hawke’s efforts in the Los Angeles fire, and the compensation of $5 million can only be considered as pocket money paid by individuals.

The two left the villa and walked towards the shooting range behind.

Brian said as he walked: “Among the city-level economy, Los Angeles is second only to New York and is the second largest economy in the United States. The city government supports some key enterprises every year. Every mayor takes office, it will formulate corresponding support policies and support a group of enterprises.”

Hawke certainly understands what is the purpose of countless businesses, individuals and institutions sponsoring elections? Of course, I won’t do good deeds.

Brian continued: “I have formulated two corporate development support plans, one is a $1.43 billion corporate subsidy, specifically used to support high-tech enterprises. Twitter is now one of the largest Internet media companies and is the leader in the Los Angeles area. The $360 million subsidy for technology research and development, personnel employment and skills training will be paid in half a year starting from September.”

Although there are no outsiders here, Hawke still exclaimed: “The new government team attaches great importance to the development of new industries.”

Brian laughed: “The second item is to solve the production and office land issues for enterprises. Silicon Beach is located on the north side of Ocean Park Avenue in the south of Santa Monica. Its equity belongs to the coastal office building of the City Hall. It will be fully completed by late October at the latest, and the basic interior decoration will be underway.”

Hawke was not polite at all: “Sell it to Twitter, the office building on Twitter is a bit small at the moment.”

Twitter’s second largest shareholder is Pacific Investment Company controlled by the Ferguson family. Brian did not hesitate: “The office building was built to support the development of Silicon Beach companies. Twitter is the storefront of Silicon Beach and Los Angeles Internet companies. The City Hall will sell the Coast Building to Twitter at a discounted price, which is about $150 million.”

The Coast Building is not far from Twitter. Hawke often sees that the building is 16 floors tall and is surrounded by four buildings in the southeast, west and north. In the middle are two separate garden entertainment areas and server buildings, which accommodate supercomputers and larger servers, and 8,000 people are working easily.

The building cannot be built for $150 million.

But the lower the price, the better. Public resources subsidize large enterprises, and the fine tradition of the United States.

Even many large American companies use relocation as bargaining chips to force their cities to continuously come up with new policies to request more subsidies.

Los Angeles has subsidized $360 million, and buying the building as its headquarters is more than enough.

Brian and Hawke are not worried about this. This is a normal situation in America, and the rewards that the winners should have.

Last year, Gavin Niussen was elected mayor of San Francisco, giving the two major funders behind him, Pacific Electric and the Getty family a huge gift package totaling $1.33 billion.

This does not include tax and policy benefits.

Bryan’s words are not finished yet: “Other inclusive policies, tax incentives and refunds, special support from public funds, and special assistance for fire-affecting personnel health. These are what your people can talk to the city hall counterpart office.”

What could Hawke say, and he bumped into his fist with Brian: “Man, from now on, you are not the leader of the Curse God Cult, you are the leader of the Money Gang.”

This **** Brian opened his crow’s mouth and was about to curse: “Then I wish you next time…”

“Stop, shut up!” Hawke interrupted him directly and pointed to the human-shaped target on the shooting range: “I swear, if you continue, I will tie you to the target to let you see how good my marksmanship is.”

Brian subconsciously took two steps back: “What do you want to do?”

Hawke picked up Garland, whom he had played a few days ago, put the magazine containing eight-particle bullets into the magazine compartment, quickly retracting his thumb to avoid clamping his fingers, and said, “I have practiced a new gun technique called stroke marksmanship. Each bullet will fly over to your body and then hit the target behind you. When several magazines are finished, your human-shaped outline will appear inside the target.”

“I believe in your marksmanship, but I don’t believe in your character,” said Brian.

Hawke came to the target, put on his earplugs, raised Garland, fired eight shots in a row, and hit the bullseye.

Brian took another gun and fired eight shots. Thanks to his practice as a child, Kovina picked up another shot after the attack, and all eight shots hit the target.

Hawke looked carefully and said, “No, the progress is obvious. The next time I will show up for travel and call you and Jennifer.”

Speaking of Jennifer, he asked, “Aren’t you planning to get engaged in the second half of the year?”

“The plan has not changed quickly. The engagement is because the election needs it.” Brian lowered his gun and said, “In this fire, Antonio stepped down, and I was elected successfully. It doesn’t matter if it’s engaged or something.”

Hawke prepared Brian’s attack point, either.

The fire was too fierce, and the performance of functional departments at all levels was much lower than his worst expectations.

Who can imagine that the second largest city in the United States and the top five in the world can be ranked in the top five in the world. Faced with such a fire, they were helpless and finally ended by burning what they should have.

Is this still the America that people know?

After supper, Hawke and Erica return to Silver Lake community.

This was once less than three kilometers away from the fire.

Fortunately, my luck was not affected by the fire.

This also shows that Hawke really didn’t expect the functional department to reach this level.

Erica sat in the passenger seat and said, “It shouldn’t be that a robbery black man, right?” Hawke turned around and saw some black man appearing in front of him: “Dear, I just promoted Brian to the head of the Money Gang. Do you want to inherit his vacant position as the head of the Curse God Cult?”

Erica ignored his jokes, stared at the seven or eight black men in front of her, and took out a Glock pistol from under the armrest box.

Hawke pressed the button on the turn signal lever, bounced off one side of his left leg, revealing the handle of the short submachine gun.

Erica’s Mercedes-Benz G has been modified, and there are several hidden blocks on it.

The black men also stopped and looked at the car.

Suddenly, lights flashed behind, and three armed Hummers belonging to the National Guard drove from behind.

The roofs of these armored military vehicles are equipped with M2 heavy machine guns and M249 light machine guns.

In downtown Los Angeles, this is the truth, the most convincing tool.

The old blacks scattered in a hurry.

Erica put the gun back to its original place and said, “The fire is out, and the security in downtown Los Angeles is worse.”

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Hawke asked casually: “Has there been more vicious cases?”

“Many black people have learned to use Motolov cocktails,” Erica said, rubbing her forehead. “They are prone to impulsiveness and will do it once they are impulsive. This thing is very troublesome and it is difficult to extinguish once it burns.”

Hawke said, “Pandora’s box is open.”

Erica thought for a while and said, “It’s okay this time, it didn’t turn into a riot in Los Angeles.”

Hearing this, Hawke suddenly had some association and asked, “Is the last Black Riot in 1992?”

“Yes, in 1992, there was a great riot in Los Angeles.” Erica had seen it with her own eyes: “Blacks surged out of South City, took to the streets to smash and loot, and then the Los Angeles authorities suppressed the blacks and other minorities who participated.”

Hawke heard Edward tell the story of the incident: “I remember the fuse of the incident was caused by the white police attacking black people.”

Erica has read the internal information and has a position: “The biggest problem with black people speeding after drinking is that Police Rodney King has taken violent measures and attacked black people with batons 58 times with his colleagues. What’s worse is that they were photographed by a nearby resident and he sold the video to a TV station.”

What happened later, it was not difficult for Hawke to think of: “The media launched a public opinion war and provoked it, and everything happened naturally.”

Erica nodded slightly, “Absolutely.”

Hawke also said: “The incident happened in 1992, an election year. At that time, California was in red. A series of measures taken by California would definitely make minorities uneasy. In the subsequent election, California changed from red to blue, and Zipper won a great victory in the traditional red state.”

Erica turned her head and looked at Hawke and said, “When I was a teenager, my grandfather said something similar to you. He believed that public opinion was expanded and the actions were violent. There was a shadow of the donkey party behind it. He also said that Sylary, that woman is not simple.”

Hawke thought that in addition to subtle long-term operations, every state may also have a large-scale collision at the moment of transformation.

The last time was probably the Los Angeles riot.

This time, will it be a Los Angeles fire?

As soon as I entered Yinhu Community and had not yet arrived at the specimen villa, Erica answered a call, hung up and said, “Sorry, my dear, I’m going to work overtime tonight.”

Hawke speeds up his train: “Urgent case?”

Erica said: “Three girls died in Beverly Hills. The hidden parts of their bodies are all marked with some kind of religious symbols. Cases in such a wealthy community cannot be delayed. Regardless of whether the case can be solved or not, the police station must always show their attitude.”

Hawke parked his car at the door of the villa and said, “Be careful.”

Erica moved to the driver’s seat and waved to Hawk, “You sleep first, don’t wait for me.”

Hawke entered the living room of the villa and sat alone on the sofa thinking, especially how to advance the follow-up plan.

The National Guard that he just met and the increasingly poor security in Los Angeles also made him pay more attention to security.

Hawke made a phone call and called Campos to come here.

Half an hour later, Campos rushed over.

Hawke took out the safe key from Melissa Ackerman and said, “I checked it. This is the safe key from Citibank in Las Vegas. Only the key is recognized when you deposit and retrieve items. You can send a few more people over and cooperate with each other to see what is placed inside.”

Campos took the key he had given Hawke before: “I’ll take someone over here and see it myself.”

Hawke said again: “I am planning to expand the scale of the Butterfly Company and officially establish a security company.” (End of this chapter)