At night, in the Venice Beach parking lot, Frank set up a barbecue grill.
The grease fell on the red charcoal and made a sizzling sound.
Hawke took a large handful of mutton skewers and skillfully brushed oil on them and sprinkled them with seasonings. The aroma of meat mixed with seasonings immediately wafted around.
"Okay, you've learned five points of my barbecue skills!"
Opposite, Frank, who was sitting by the oven, took a swig of beer and gave Hawke a thumbs up: "Don't put that chili powder in, I can't bear it."
Edward retorted: "A kebab without chilli has no soul."
Frank shot back: "You idiot who only deserves fried chicken, shut up."
Hawke thought they were noisy and said, "Either you come over and bake, or you shut up."
The two men were finally able to be quiet for a while.
All the meat skewers were grilled, and Hawke put them on a stainless steel dinner plate and placed them on the dining table.
Frank took a skewer, took a bite, and said, "The barbecue made by the future billionaire really tastes extraordinary."
Edward opened a can of beer, poured him a glass, and said: "The future billionaire will pour the wine for you with his own hands."
At this moment, Frank was in high spirits, as if he had returned to the era of Hollywood.
Hawke's words dragged him back to reality: "Future billionaires, toast to past billionaires."
Frank's mood dissipated instantly, he clinked glasses with Hawke and said, "Be focused and be nice to your wife in the future, otherwise you will end up like me."
Edward learned from Caroline's advanced experience, and without waiting for Hawke to answer, he started bragging for his boss: "That's because your brother is not good enough. My boss is recognized as the god of light pole war!"
These words made Frank unconsciously look at the street light pole next to him. The light pole was more than ten meters high and dozens of centimeters in diameter at its thickest part. It looked quite scary.
If you really have such capital, ex-wives, ex-girlfriends, etc. are all out of the question.
Hawke also took a can of beer, poured it for Frank, clinked glasses with him, and said, "I haven't thanked you yet for Kingsley."
Frank drank, cheered up again, and asked curiously: "Is she still the same as before?"
Hawke drank up the wine in the glass and said: "I don't know what it was like before, but she was entangled with St. Bian's Church and St. Bian's Church School over the children."
Frank understood this immediately: "Hollywood has never changed after so many years. It has always been the same."
Edward listened to Kingsley's recording: "They say Compton is the crime capital of Los Angeles. I used to think so too. I even felt inferior because I was born in Compton. As a result, I followed my boss for two years and discovered that Compton The criminal incidents are so different from those played by rich and famous bosses that they are not worth mentioning at all.”
"You still have some brains." Frank gave a rare compliment to the savior, and then said: "Only when you have money, power, and resources can you do more evil things in this legal society. Holding an AK in your hand, you run into the street. If you go up and shoot, the people killed are just small people. They will be shot to death in a few minutes, and how much trouble will be caused.”
Hawke asked: "Similar scandals should have occurred in the Catholic Church before. Have they been truly exposed and fully exposed on the stage?"
"No, never." Frank gave a negative answer: "Their sins have been known to everyone since hundreds of years ago, but they never responded directly. They would rather solve the problem of the person than the problem. Question.”
Edward suddenly thought of an idea: "Can we let something happen to Kingsley, and then as the person with the problem, she will be solved?"
Frank picked up the meat skewer and pointed at him: "Are you going to let her have a problem? Wait until she is solved, and then you will be solved?"
"Those scum, especially those who disguise themselves as saviors, are so disgusting." The real savior is quite dissatisfied with the false savior: "I feel like vomiting when I think about those."
Having said this, Edward suddenly felt that the kebabs had no flavor at all.
This topic was a bit heavy, and Hawke and Frank didn't know what to say for a while.
There was no feedback from Meghan on Fox Channel 11.
What's clear is that Fox doesn't want to stoke this hornet's nest.
After a while, Hawke said: "If it doesn't work, use a human sea tactic."
This is also considering the Campos group, and the children exposed at the church are from Latin America.
Frank asked: "What human wave tactics?"
"How many media outlets are there in the United States? Not counting the small ones with certain influence, there are hundreds of them." Hawke has solved the problem of Tom Cruise. He is now free and thinking about these: " Counting Europe and Australia, we can gather a thousand media and send people to the more chaotic places in Latin America to send emails to these media.”
Frank understood: "Do you think there must be a dragon-slaying warrior among them?"
Hawke laughed at himself: "It is impossible for all media to be as greedy and ignorant as we are."
Frank was shaking his head: "The mainstream media in Western society is more shameless than you think."
The three of them drank, ate barbecue and chatted.
There are many night tourists on Venice Beach opposite.
Private detective Coulson pulled on a pair of beach shoes and walked slowly from the edge of the beach. With the help of the street lights in the parking lot, he saw the three people over there from a distance.
There were photographers taking night photos around him, and he also raised the camera hanging around his neck, pretending to take photos of night scenes, and aimed at the beach and parking lot, seemingly aimlessly taking random photos.
There were a lot of people here, and there were a lot of people taking pictures, so the ordinary Coulson didn't attract any attention.
He came to an empty roadside bench and sat down, picked up a digital camera and looked at the photos taken, and quickly found two specially taken photos.
The telephoto lens captured the picture quite clearly. There are three people in the photo, two young and one old. The younger one is Hawke Osmond and his deputy, Edward Connor. The older one is a bit strange, but it doesn't matter.
In the parking lot, Raul and Guti, one stood smoking beside the car, and the other sat on the high concrete steps, looking around from time to time.
In such places where people come and go, only the most basic protective work can be done.
Raul took out his water bottle, took a sip, and said, "I always have a strange feeling that someone is peeking at the boss."
Guti picked up the telescope and looked carefully: "Although I can't find anyone, I feel the same way."
This feeling is a bit strange, and there is no evidence to speak of, but it is the valuable experience they gained from long-term battles with drug traffickers when they were in Mexico.
Sometimes, it's even the key to survival.
Raul took out his newly equipped micro walkie-talkie and called Morientes in the dark: "It feels like someone is secretly observing the boss. Pay attention and remember not to reveal your position."
Morientes, who was hiding in the dark, replied: "Understood."
Guti then got up and started walking around the beach parking lot.
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After a while, he was still not found, and the feeling that someone was watching him disappeared.
Raul also quietly informed Hawke and Edward.
Because I couldn't find a specific person, I had to leave it alone.
But Hawke was careful and paid more attention to his own safety.
The three of them finished a meal of barbecue and prepared to leave.
Frank said to Edward: "I heard that you have been living in the company recently? Just in time, accompany me to play a few rounds of billiards."
Now that Tom Cruise's work is completed, Edward still wants to find time to attack the next target, saying: "I am busy with work and have many things to deal with, so I have no time to play with you."
Frank asked: "Too busy squeezing watermelon juice?"
Edward had enough of his bad mouth tonight, and immediately used his decisive words: "I'm looking for someone to check your ex-wife's information."
"How dare you!" Frank's eyes were as wide as wheels.
Edward shook his head: "Look, you are in a hurry again."
Hawke was too lazy to pay attention to the two of them, picked up a phone call and asked: "Where have you been?"
Erica on the other side said: "We're turning onto 20th Street. We'll be there soon."
In the current troubled times, Hawke drank very little tonight, which was basically negligible. He waved to Edward and Frank and walked out of the parking lot.
Edward followed from behind and said: "Boss, I have a new goal."
Hawke asked casually: "Who is it?"
"Remember Miller Collins?" Edward was worried that he had forgotten, and prompted: "The football wide receiver who once harassed Eric, his ex-wife Maria Collins is now divorced and has a daughter. It is said that she is very nice. .”
Hawke was not surprised at all. After all, the savior had written it down in his notebook so that he could use it at any time.
He waved his hand: "You can do whatever you want, as long as it doesn't affect your work."
After arriving at the roadside exit of the parking lot, after waiting for a few minutes, a red Mercedes-Benz G parked on the roadside. Hawke got into the passenger seat and asked Erica to drive directly.
Erica asked: "Drinking."
"A little beer." Hawke looked at her beautiful profile and said, "I just completed the employment of Tom Cruise and made a lot of money. Frank helped a lot. The Savior and I specially invited him."< br>
"How much is a big sum?" Erica deliberately pretended to be curious so that her boyfriend would have a sense of accomplishment.
Hawke told the truth: "$3.5 million."
Erica exclaimed: "I'm getting rich."
Although Hawke knew that most of her was acting, he still liked it: "I'll give you a gift later."
"No need to look back." Erica said seriously: "Give it to me tonight."
This is almost a statement.
The two returned to the villa on 20th Street. Erica pushed Hawke into the bathroom on the first floor and asked him to wash off the barbecue smell.
She went upstairs to the master bedroom, took a quick shower, and changed into a fitted white shirt and light-colored pants, the kind that would be worn in a vacuum.
When Hawke finished taking a shower and came out of the bathroom, he found Erica standing in the living room of the villa with a bucket of water at her feet.
He was curious: "What game are you going to play?"
Erica picked up a bone china bowl, held up a bowl of water, and slowly poured it down along the collar of her white shirt: "I haven't tried the ice bucket challenge yet."
Who can refuse this temptation? (End of chapter)