Chapter 199 Twitter must be taken down

San Francisco, Santa Clara Business Club.

Douglas carried his briefcase and entered a conference room.

After waiting for a moment, there was a knock on the door. He went to open the door and a beautiful blonde woman came in.

Although the woman is nearly thirty years old, she is well-maintained and looks about twenty-five years old. She has a slender figure and delicate facial features.

Douglas shook hands with her: "Emma, long time no see."

The woman smiled: "You are more handsome than before. Do you have a big business?"

Douglas didn't waste any time, opened his briefcase, took out a piece of information and handed it over.

Emma looked carefully and saw an unclear photo in the upper left corner of the document. The man in it had short black hair and black-rimmed glasses. He had a slender figure and a thin face. He looked ordinary.

Here’s an introduction: Hawke Osment, founder of West Coast Media Studios and Twitter Entertainment.

Emma read it once: "The founder of Twitter, a very powerful person, I am also a Twitter user."

She understood what the other party wanted to do with her: "There are many business agencies in San Francisco and California, why choose me?"

Douglas said: "Don't underestimate your ability. You are one of the most powerful female agents in Silicon Valley. Also, your appearance can easily make Hawke Osmond fall in love with you."

Emma asked: "It turns out he likes blondes."

"It's not just blond hair." Douglas said softly: "The people we sent to Los Angeles in advance had contact with him. The three women who often appeared next to him were similar in stature to you, and their hair color was light brown or blond. ”

He looked at Emma: "There are not many beautiful women with business vision. You are the only one I know."

"Thank you for your compliment, I accept it." Emma was very confident and asked: "What is the purpose?"

Douglas said: "To acquire his shares in Twitter, the price is easy to negotiate, and at the worst, he has to become the largest shareholder."

This is not the first time Emma has worked with Douglas’s investment company: “I get it.”

The two talked in detail for a while, and then left.

Douglas got in the car, told the driver to drive, picked up his mobile phone to make a call, and said: "I have found an agency, the manpower is reliable, it will take some time."

The person over there said: "This time, those vulgar red trash have opened up in Los Angeles. Twitter has played an important role in the dissemination and guidance of public opinion. We have always had an advantage in the media industry. Twitter, an emerging media tool, Must be held in hand.”

Douglas knows the inside story, which involves the red-blue battle in Sacramento. Gray Davis is currently being suppressed severely, and his own blue camp is already making long-term plans.

He responded: "It may cost hundreds of millions of dollars."

"Twitter is generally optimistic, and the investment is worth it." The person turned to ask: "Have insurance measures been prepared?"

Douglas said, "Of course."

The other side said: "Very good."

Douglas hung up the phone, looked at the assistant in the passenger seat, and said to him: "Go to Los Angeles and stay there for a while. If Emma's advancement does not go smoothly, go find that guy."
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"Yes." The assistant lowered his head and looked at the information in his hand.

The man above is Miller Collins, a former star wide receiver for the San Diego Chargers.

Last year, this man was sued by his agency brand for compensation due to the scandal. He also colluded with the Los Angeles gang organization the Mule Gang to attack Fox TV hosts and Hawke Osment's West Coast studio, and was sentenced to one year in prison.

During this period, his wife Maria Collins divorced him and took away all the property. Miller Collins also had to pay support for his wife and daughter.

But while he was in prison, the San Diego Chargers had released him.

From being a sports star with a net worth of tens of millions to becoming bankrupt and having to pay alimony for his wife and daughter.

The assistant quickly found a breakthrough in the work.

On the other side, Emma Bateson returned to the Bay Area consulting company and immediately called a meeting with the team.

That afternoon, a total of seven people from the team left San Francisco and rushed to Los Angeles.

Coming out of Los Angeles International Airport, Emma's assistant got an update.

The assistant said: "I have a colleague at the Fox Television Network. She asked someone at Channel 11 to ask about Hawke Osment."

Emma asked directly: "His hobbies?"

The assistant said: "Fitness and firearms."

"Huh?" Emma was somewhat surprised.

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Attle Hills Shooting Range, West Los Angeles.

At the flying saucer shooting range, Erica pressed the ejection button, and two red flying saucers flew into the sky.

Hawke raised the double-barreled shotgun, barely aiming, and fired two shots just by feeling. The flying saucer flew into pieces and turned into pieces.

He deftly unloaded the chamber and inserted two new bullets. When the flying saucer bounced off, two more bullets hit the target.

Brian plugged his ears with his fingers and came in from outside the shooting range. He watched the couple practicing shooting enthusiastically. He picked up the earplugs on the workbench and put them on.

The world is finally quiet.

Hawke kept firing and reloading, firing out thirty bullets in one go.

Erica noticed Brian's arrival and waved to Hawke.

Hawke took off his earplugs, raised the walnut gun butt, put it on his shoulder, and walked to the rest area.

Erica came over from the saucer controller and asked, "How about the gun?"

Hawke raised his thumb: "It's very good. The texture is very good and the hand feels very good. It can be used as a competitive gun or a hunting rifle."

He put the gun on the stand, came to the opposite side of Brian, pulled out a chair and sat down, and said, "Thank you for the gun, man."

Brian glanced at the gun: "Is this what I gave you?"

Hawke nodded lightly: "Yes, one of the many guns you gave me." "Hey, my dear cousin." Erica also came over: "You never gave me a gun."

Brian diverted his hatred: "This is what Hawke should do, and I won't take it away from Hawke."

Hawke said: "Take whichever one you like."

Erica raised her eyebrows deliberately: "Really? Just take it? Use it casually?"

Brian bangbang knocked on the table and reminded: "There is still a bachelor here, can you just be human? Don't show affection!"

Erica said: "There is something I forgot to tell you. Jennifer Huey called me a while ago. She has been transferred to the FBI's Los Angeles branch and may have already joined the job."

"What?" Brian was surprised.

Hawke asked: "Jennifer Huey? This name sounds familiar. Where have you heard it?"

Erica reminded: "In Wyoming, we were hunting near your farm. After the attack, the female FBI agent who led the team came over."

Hawke remembered that Erica had also said at that time that the female agent and Brian were classmates at Stanford University and had been pursuing Brian but could not get her.

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Brian had a headache: "God, what is she doing in Los Angeles!"

Hawke deliberately added to the problem: "Of course I came to see you. You two rekindled your old relationship and walked to the church..."

"Stop! Stop!" Brian interrupted him and emphasized: "I have no previous relationship with her, never have."

Erica said seriously: "The FBI director in Los Angeles is older and wants to retire safely. The last time Wahlgren was shot and killed, it caused dissatisfaction at the headquarters. Don't forget that the current FBI director was appointed from the Oval Office. Yes, the headquarters made personnel adjustments in Los Angeles, and a deputy director was transferred back to the Special Administrative Region, and Jennifer came to take over.”

Hawke understood: "Although those bastards succeeded in silencing them, it was not without cost."

Brian sighed softly: "If you do something profitable, you will naturally have to bear the corresponding consequences."

He paused briefly and then said: "California was originally the vote bank and cradle of the Elephant Party, but as a result of a series of tricks by those idiots, California turned from red to blue..."

Although Erica is not directly involved in politics, she has some understanding: "Schwarzenegger has a good chance of winning this time."

Brian nodded: "Yes, they have obtained the knife and pointed it at Gray Davis' vitals."

Hawke asked: "Have you reported Irving's case?"

Brian said: "The higher-ups have not taken action yet because they are worried that Owen will commit suicide."

Erica answered: "Jennifer coming here at this time is related to Owen's case."

Hawke pointed at Brian: "For the cause of the Elephant Party, rush forward and sacrifice yourself!"

Erica also laughed: "Grandma has met Jennifer and thinks she is pretty good."

"Speaking of serious matters!" Brian scolded the couple with a dark face: "Don't make random jokes."

Hawke said seriously: "This is business. If you want to attract attention and become a real political rookie, you must play a key role at such a critical moment."

Brian thought this made sense and picked up his phone to look for the number: "How about I make a call now?"

Erica suggested: "Send a text message first, in case she is at work..."

Brian had texted.

The message came back quickly: "We are working now, we will talk about it later."

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In Covina, several SUVs spray-painted with FBI logos passed the three-way intersection and entered Center Street.

Jennifer Huey, who had neat short hair, put away her phone and looked out the car window.

When the convoy arrived at the door of a villa, Jennifer picked up the walkie-talkie and said: "According to reliable intelligence, there are multiple gunmen among Owen Nestor's men, please pay attention to safety."

She emphasized: "After entering, control the field immediately!"

"Understood!"

The rest of the vehicles responded.

The vehicle stopped on the side of the road, and Jennifer gave an order. Ten agents equipped with assault rifles, submachine guns, shotguns and body armor quickly got out of the vehicle. According to the preset plan, the four of them went to the back door and blocked the escape route.

The remaining agents, led by Jennifer, directly used the door opener and rushed into the villa.

Hearing a loud bang at the door, Fowler thought something had happened and immediately took out his shotgun.

Don't wait for him to load the bullet.

Two elite agents entered the lobby and shouted: "FBI! Legal search! Let me see your hands!"

Although Fowler was not too smart, when he saw the people who followed, the guns in their hands, and the words FBI on their tactical vests, he immediately dropped the shotgun and raised his hands high.

Another agent asked, "Where is Owen Nester?"

Facing the gun, Fowler pointed at the study carefully.

Jennifer immediately took people over.

One person breaks the door: "FBI! Open the door!"

A few minutes later, handcuffed Owen Nester was escorted into the living room.

Jennifer showed him the procedures and asked her men to search the villa. On Owen's computer, they found a large number of videos of abuse of women and minors.

These all come from the Internet, but if they involve minors, even if there is a video, it is still a crime.

Owen was taken away.

(End of chapter)