Chapter 88 Mexican Mule Gang
The rescue station where Nicole works is located in the Hollywood area.
In recent years, the number of homeless people in the traditional central area of Hollywood, represented by the Avenue of Stars, has increased dramatically.
Correspondingly, the rescue station also came over.
According to what Edward told Hawke, Nicole and he lived in the rescue station before.
All food, drinks and diarrhea were done at the aid station.
After passing through Highland Street, the commercial vehicle stopped on a street east of the Avenue of Stars.
At the entrance of the rescue station, there is a sign of the Ackerman Charitable Foundation, and many homeless people are queuing up.
Hoke was not in a hurry to get out of the car and sat in the car to observe carefully. In addition to the aid station distributing cheap food such as hamburgers, pizza and bottled water, several medical vehicles were parked on the side of the aid station to help the homeless. We provide free physical examinations.
Edward stared at the medical cart: "It's been very frequent recently..."
Hawke patted him and reminded: "Don't talk too much."
Edward nodded: "I know."
Hoke opened the car door and got out of the car, pointing to the door of the aid station: "Nicole is over there."
Edward picked up the two boxes and walked to the door.
Hoke followed, looking curiously as he walked.
Free physical examination, blood drawing and nutritious meals are provided, which is quite tempting, and there are many people queuing up.
"Boss, I'm going to find Nicole." Edward pointed to the door of the rescue station:
Hoke stopped: "I'll wait for you here."
Edward carried the box to the door of the rescue station.
Nicole seems very busy over there, so let him wait for a while.
In Los Angeles in June, after the sun rose, the sun was a little bright. Hawke hid in the shade of the trees and continued to observe the free physical examination.
He found that some people in the queue had been kicked out. He came a little closer, listened for a while, and generally understood.
These people had participated in the Ackerman Charitable Foundation’s free physical examination some time ago, and this physical examination was targeted at newly arrived homeless people.
Those who have already undergone physical examination are definitely of no use. Maybe there is something suitable for the newcomer? Hawke inevitably started to make associations.
There were several reporters and photographers taking photos nearby.
The Ackerman Charitable Foundation has always attached great importance to its own publicity.
Seeing many people taking photos, Hawke simply took out his Nokia mobile phone and took pictures first of the entrance to the aid station and then of the medical vehicle.
"Sir." A Mexican man passed by and pointed to the ground: "You dropped something."
Hoke glanced and a card fell to the ground. It looks like it's Megan Taylor's business card. He should have brought it out when he took out his cell phone.
"Thank you." Hawke picked up the card.
The Mexican didn't say any more, and his legs and feet seemed to be not very agile, and he limped towards the door of the relief station.
Hoke turned over the business card, which had Meghan's lipstick mark printed on it, and he wrote a line of words with an eyebrow pencil.
"12 o'clock at night, my house."
Hoke guessed that Meghan might have secretly stuffed it into her coat pocket this morning.
“Playing fun games?” He put away his business card.
Edward held a box in each arm with some things inside, and walked back with difficulty.
Hoke stepped forward to help.
When the two were about to meet, there was sudden chaos behind Edward. Two old black men pushed the Mexican man hard, and the Mexican man who had just received the burger kept retreating.
Hoke quickened his pace, surpassed Edward, and blocked the Mexican who bumped into him from behind.
The Mexican's legs and feet were not very agile and he almost fell down.
Hawk held his back and looked across: "Be careful."
Several volunteers in vests hurried over, separated the two sides, and warned: "If we continue like this, we will have to cancel today. "
The two old black men didn't want to become public enemies, so they turned around and left.
When the Mexican saw it was Hawke, he quickly said: "Thank you."
Hoke said: "It's okay."
The Mexican bent down, picked up the hamburger that fell on the ground, and limped into the intersection on the left.
Hoke took a box from Edward and asked: "Are there any more?"
Edward said: "There are a few more. It's inconvenient because there are so many people here. Nicole will Have someone take it to the back door, and we'll drive there."
The two came here, put the box in the car, and drove around the left intersection to the back of the relief station.
There is a parking lot next to the back door. After parking the car, Edward went to the back door alone to wait while Hawke sat in the car and blew on the air conditioner.
Across the parking space next to me, a Dodge pickup truck drove over.
This car was the same model as the one Hawke drove in Provo, and he couldn't help but look at it a few more times.
The old man in the driver's seat of the Dodge turned off the engine, took out the key, put it behind the sun visor, got out of the car, made a phone call, and left quickly.
Hoke was wondering if the car would be stolen when a Mexican bald man walked over, opened the door and got into the car, took out the key and started the ignition.
I probably saw someone in the car over here. The bald man raised his left hand and raised his middle finger.
Hawke gave him an unceremonious middle finger.
The bald man glanced at him fiercely, reversed the car and drove away. Hawke looked at the place where the old man left. He didn't see the old man, but saw the limping Mexican man walking over quickly.
The Mexican held the car with his right hand and said to Hawke: "Don't worry about these things."
Hoke lowered the window and glanced at the other person's right hand very quickly , asked: "Dude, what's the matter?"
The Mexican said: "That's the Mexican mule gang transporting goods. Just pretend you didn't see it. They are very cruel. Don't pay attention."
Hoke could hear that this was a good intention and said : "Thank you, I won't ask for trouble."
The Mexican took back his hand and walked back.
Hoke stopped him: "Man, what's your name?"
The Mexican stopped and said: "My name is Campos."
At this time, Edward pulled a flatbed truck from the back door of the rescue station and answered: "That's a good name. I remember there was a butterfly also named Campos."
The Mexican forced a smile.
Hoke took two bottles of water from the car and handed them to him: "Just came to Los Angeles?"
Campos took the water and said nothing.
Hoke asked no more questions: "Thank you."
Carrying two bottles of water, Campos walked toward the corner of the parking lot, where several Mexicans were sitting on torn cardboard in the shade.
Edward put his things away, got into the driver's seat and drove, curiously asked: "Boss, why are you interested in that Mexican?"
Hoke said: "He is not an ordinary person, right hand There are traces of long-term use of guns on the tiger's mouth and on the index finger.”
Edward was surprised: "Gang member?"
"I don't know either." Hawke thought for a while and said: "Looking at the current situation, this person may have come to Los Angeles through wires, and he probably has no legal identity. , tell Dachou and the others later, observe... and take care of this person.”
Edward said: "When I put down my things, I will go back to find the big ugly."
Hoke asked: "Have you heard of the Mule Gang?"
"Yes." Edward, a local Aboriginal people know more about the bottom of society: "There is a trafficker gang that has emerged on the US-Mexico border in recent years. I have heard people from Compton talk about it. Their behavior is extremely ruthless, and they will take action if they disagree with each other." He killed people and reportedly robbed several freight routes and opened up the Los Angeles market."
Hoke nodded: "I have long heard that Mexican traffickers are very powerful."
"Mexican traffickers. They are all a group of super desperadoes." Edward thought for a while: "A buddy of mine said that the largest traffickers in Mexico are not gangs at all, but warlords."
He found a comparison: "To be more ruthless than to do things, that dwarf gang is not worthy of carrying the shoes of Mexican mules."
It is not easy for Hawke to find useful cannon fodder, and reminded: "You will If you encounter one, stay away."
Edward said: "I definitely won't. You will provoke them, and you won’t be able to hide before it’s too late. These Mexican traffickers are simply unreasonable and will chase you and bite you like a mad dog if they think you are a threat.”
The commercial vehicle returned to East Hollywood, and Edward had no place for the time being. As a result, Hawke had to take him in and wait for him to find a new home.
Edward vowed: "Boss, you must believe me. In half a month at most, I can take care of Deborah, move to Downey's mansion, and beat up Downey's son."
Hawke doesn't believe anything else. He believes in Edward's ability in this regard.
Edward packed up his belongings and treated Hawke to a big meal at noon.
In the afternoon, the two received a call from an informant. Tom Cruise and Spanish actress Penelope Cruz appeared at the Beverly Shopping Center.
Hoke and Edward drove over immediately.
But when I came near the shopping mall, I found paparazzi everywhere. At a glance, they were all covered by camera lenses.
Hawk lost interest and drove Edward to take pictures, sitting in the car to rest in preparation for the gunfire at night.
Suddenly, he noticed that Sarah Parker appeared on the big screen in the shopping mall in front of the car.
That was an advertisement for cosmetics.
Hoke watched for a while, and an advertisement for Lancôme's Aurora Essence Care Kit was playing.
Obviously, Sarah Parker got this series of endorsements.
Hawke took out his cell phone and called Caroline.
No one answered there. After a while, Caroline called back: "We were in a meeting just now. Do you have anything to do with me?"
Hoke said: "Miss Me, You’re not very particular about what you do.”
Caroline replied: "What's the point? Just like a sheep."
"I have no objection if you want." Hawke got down to business: "Your client won the Lancôme endorsement, and the suggestion came from me. You won’t give me a commission?”
Caroline was not confused: "Hey, country bumpkin, if I remember correctly, Sarah bought your plan for $250,000!"
Hoke didn't really want the money, but was determined to do this. Things went smoothly, and he added: "If your client still has needs for business strategic planning, you can contact me."
"I understand." Caroline hung up the phone.
Before Hawke put down his phone, the ringtone rang again, but it was Johnson calling.
He answered: "Invite me to practice shooting, or to go to the gym?"
"It's not these." Johnson asked directly: "Hoke, you don't have any business to be busy with now, do you?"
Hoke replied seriously: "Not yet."
Johnson said : "Don't take other business now, remember last time What did I mention at the shooting range? I passed the screening and the first audition, and I want to try my best to get the leading role. Can you help me?"
Hoke responded directly: "No problem"< br>
(End of this chapter)