Chapter 6: Fired
"Mr. Buddy Ackerman, the California billionaire, founder and chairman of Ackerman Pictures, deteriorated in health a few years ago." Freddy's will has collapsed and he can't bear it. Suffering from severe pain, he poured out the goods: "When the crew was preparing, I accidentally heard the senior management mention that he was planning to do an organ transplant."
Hoke said coldly: "Continue."
F. Reddy dare not slack off Slow: "Companies affiliated with the Ackerman family have been conducting comprehensive physical examinations under the pretext of welfare or charity since the New Year. However, Hh blood types are inherently rare, and it is more difficult to match for organ transplantation, and you are just suitable."
He took a few deep breaths and quickly excused himself: "I was ordered to act and had to do it, otherwise I would not be able to keep my job, lose my income, and my house, car, and wife would all be in vain."
Hawke stared at him: "Let's get to the point."
Freddy said it differently: "It's all Bro Derick and Barack Burnam who forced me to do it. If I don't do it, they will fire me." Me!"
Hoke knew that Broderick was the producer of the show and asked: "Who is Barack Burnam?"
Freddy said: "He is Jewish like Bro and I, and currently serves as the chairman of the Ackerman Charitable Foundation."
Hoke has no sense of disobedience, American Charity The foundation has always been a good match for organ donation and transplantation. He asked again: "Where are these two people?"
"Barack has already taken a plane back to Los Angeles." Freddy said with the illusion of survival: "When I left the set, Bron mobilized all the security guards on the crew. Can you kill people under the protection of more than a dozen people? I lost contact. He will return to Los Angeles soon."
"Los Angeles!" Hawke nodded slightly.
It is too risky to return to the crew. The billionaire's Hollywood crew is filming in Provo, and it will not be difficult to affect the local police department and city hall.
And his fat body is not in the best condition either.
Hoke originally planned to go to Los Angeles for development, but now the destination is the same.
Freddy shied away again: "Really, they forced me to do it. I have no enmity with you..."
Hoke put away the dagger and took out the white man's Glock.
Freddy yelled: "You swore to God that you would let me go!"
Hawk said no more, shot Freddy in the head and took With the loot well collected, I walked towards the parking place.
On the hillside, the smell of blood attracted more coyotes. When they saw the dangerous Two-legged beast leaving, they continued to walk down.
Hawke first put the things in the pickup truck, then went to the Mercedes-Benz to search carefully, and found Freddy's wallet in the storage box, which also contained a lot of cash.
He took the cash and threw away everything else, and then found a barrel of green leather barrel gasoline in the trunk.
Just in time, the pickup truck was almost out of gas, so Hawke refueled the truck and inspected the seized trophies one by one.
Even the two Glock pistols were dismantled and inspected to make sure there were no locators or trackers.
As for the Mercedes-Benz, Hawke heard David mention it today that the crew rented ten Mercedes-Benz cars, 80% of which had GPS positioning.
The pickup truck turned around and headed back.
Down the hillside, the squid feast for the coyotes begins.
Hoke turned back to the road and continued north instead of going to Provo.
Heavy snow fell, burying the remaining traces.
Part of the way was near Utah Lake, and there was no one nearby. Hawke stopped the car, found a plastic bag, and packed it with a cleaned revolver, a fired Glock, and a blood-stained jacket. When there are things that need to be discarded, I put iron stones on them, seal the mouth of the plastic bag, climb up the cliff-like shore of the lake, and throw it into the deep lake water.
He continued walking north, and before it got dark, he entered Hailan, a small town in the north.
The snow was lighter here. The pickup truck circled the city and finally stopped outside a black community.
Nearby, there is a car scrapping factory run by black people.
Hoke packed up his personal belongings, cleaned up the traces, and left here on foot.
With the character of the old gangsters, they will definitely help "deal with" the car.
As soon as the snow stopped, a few gangsters set their sights on the pickup truck. After several observations, they decisively pried open the door. But the pickup truck is too old and needs to be remodeled if it is to be sold. The cost of remodeling is too high and the cost may not be recovered.
The gangsters unanimously agreed to send the car for dismantling.
Hoke had already hitched a ride and arrived in Midway late at night. He went into a small supermarket on the outskirts of the city and bought many things, including coats and food.
It was cold and snowy, and there were few people outside. He found an old house with no lights on, observed it for a while, and made sure there was no one inside. He climbed over the wall, opened the back door, and rested in the room overnight.
After more than ten hours of tossing, Hawke was tired.
At dawn, a whistling sound came, and Hawke immediately became alert, sat up from the couch, and aimed the gun in his hand at the place where the sound came from.
In the bright light of the sky, he discovered that it was windy outside.
Hoke was no longer sleepy. He checked the front and back of the house and found nothing unusual. He simply washed himself, took the things he bought last night, and sat in front of the dressing table.
He took a razor and foam, shaved off all the beard on his face, took out the Hawke-Osmond driver's license obtained by the cabin, and used an electric hair iron and scissors to look at the hairstyle in the photo. Cut off the messy long hair and trim it into short hair.
Next, Hawke trimmed his eyebrows, mixed the hair dye, and dyed his hair and eyebrows the black color in the photo.
The messy brown beard and hair are gone, and with the slightly adjusted eyebrows and expression, he seems to be a different person.
“Hello, I’m Hawk Osmond.” Hawk kept adjusting his speaking accent, which was close to the pronunciation habits of Wyoming people he had heard in his previous life: “My name is Hawk Osmond, from Wyoming. . ”
When you go out, you give yourself your identity.
Hoke thought that some Jews were going to kill him, so he put on a pair of large-framed flat glasses, with a calm and elegant expression: "My favorite dish is fried squid."
The person in the dressing mirror is no longer decadent and messy, but simple and unpretentious.
Hoke pinched his face and patted his slightly protruding belly. He had to lose weight and change his body shape.
He put away the driver's license on the dressing table, took out the one belonging to Downing Ward, cut it into pieces with scissors, put it with the shaved hair, put it into a biscuit iron bucket, and burned it with a fire. The ash was poured into the toilet and flushed into the sewer.
I also bought sandwiches and sausages last night. Hawke ate some briefly, opened the map and looked at it for a while, and decided to change his clothes and hitchhikes to change places in the next few days. At the same time, he lost weight, slimmed down his face, and practiced his Wyoming accent.
He is going to Los Angeles with a new look, identity and personality.
But doing this requires dollars.
Hoke opened his wallet and took out all the cash. In addition to the original $17, he also seized some money from the three Freddys, leaving $472 currently.
With this little money, you can’t make a fool of yourself.
And the main dish is four extra-large squid.
Twenty-four hours after rebirth, making money is still imminent.
Hawk stared at the map, thinking about how to make money.
It is best to combine it with the creation of the "Hawk-Osmond" character.
Hoke’s eyes fell on nearby Park City. David mentioned yesterday that the Sundance Film Festival was about to kick off.
In his previous life, he had done online public opinion control and was familiar with the Sundance Film Festival, which is one of the largest independent film festivals in North America and attracts a large number of media and movie fans to watch movies every year.
There are thousands of outsiders and it is difficult to attract attention.
The large number of speculators makes it easy to find opportunities.
Hawke thought carefully for a while, remembered some operations that could make money at the film festival, and decided to go to the Sundance Film Festival.
He carefully cleaned up the traces and left here.
(End of this chapter)