In Burbank, a very ordinary Cadillac drove through the street and turned into a nearby multi-story parking lot.
The car went all the way up and parked on the top floor of the parking lot.
Hawke, who was wearing makeup, did not get out of the car, picked up the binoculars, and observed the Burbank Hotel opposite.
Edward, who also put on makeup, pointed to the top floor of the hotel: "Douglas lives in the only luxury business suite. Betty is trying to sneak in and work as a hotel waiter. Carlos and Juan put on makeup and become guests and temporarily live in the hotel. One floor.”
It is basically certain that one of Douglas’s goals this time is Twitter, and of course Hawke will not do nothing.
He has made corresponding arrangements to keep people's eyes on the BlackRock executive.
The glass windows of the luxury business suite were all covered with special films. Even if Hawke used a high-powered telescope, he could not clearly see what was going on in the room.
Edward added: "The Burbank Hotel has an underground parking lot and strict security measures. It is difficult for us to know who has visited Douglas."
Seeing that nothing would be gained, Hawke motioned for Edward to drive away.
This newly ordered Cadillac is also bulletproof. When Edward drove it, he felt that the steering wheel tended to wander easily, and he always felt that there was something wrong with the car's tuning.
He said: "Boss, the driving experience of that Mercedes-Benz is better."
Hawke waved his hand: "We come out quietly, we can't drive that car."
Edward looked back at the Burbank Hotel: "This way?"
Hawke said softly: "As long as we can grasp his whereabouts for the time being, don't alarm anyone."
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Hollywood area, Ackerman charity shelter.
Tim drove a Cadillac to the door and found many black men waiting to receive relief meals. He gently pressed the horn, and Coulson came out from the side and waved to him.
The two cars, one behind the other, left the busy area and parked in an empty parking space on the side of the road.
Coulson came quickly from behind, got into Tim's car, and said, "I have found the person and will be here soon."
Tim looked towards the charity station and saw several medical vehicles approaching, and asked, "Are you sure you can influence him?"
"Of course." Coulson still had some confidence and said: "From the first time you and I came to see him, I would come to visit him every other day and help him bring wine and food. I was his last fan."
Confidence does not only come from these, he took out another small plastic bag: "Miller Collins's brain has been abnormal since he lost the divorce case. Not long after he lived on the street, he got infected with these things again. He tried it. The high-purity product I gave you cannot get rid of.”
Tim praised: "Well done, man!"
Coulson's cell phone rang, and he quickly answered it, said a few words, and opened the passenger door: "They have arrived at the parking lot and will clean the RV soon. Shall we go there?"
"Go over now." Tim waited for him to get out of the car, started the car, turned around, and quickly turned back to the charity station and arrived at the parking lot behind.
He parked the car and found a tow truck driving in front of Miller Collins' dilapidated RV. Several municipal staff wearing yellow vests were negotiating with Miller Collins.
Miller-Collins became emotional and shouted, attracting a lot of attention.
This place was originally a gathering place for homeless people, and a large number of Lao Hei and Lao Mo appeared from all over the place, squatting outside the parking lot to watch the excitement.
Several Mo, who worked part-time as street informants, also took out their camera phones and took pictures of cars and people near Miller Collins and nearby.
Miller Collins is no longer the star wide receiver of the San Diego Chargers. The homeless life combined with alcohol and drugs has almost destroyed his strong body.
The city officials took him aside, showed him the legal procedures, and had his only property towed away, the dilapidated RV that had passed through countless hands.
Coulson arrived in time with his car. He stopped the car, ran to see Miller Collins, and negotiated seriously with the city staff, but still did not stop the tow truck from towing away the RV.
Not only that, city staff also asked Miller-Collins to pay back parking fees.
Coulson paid the money on Miller's behalf.
The city staff and the tow truck were gone, and Miller sat down on the ground, his already decadent face losing all hope for life.
He glanced at Coulson who was holding the bag and threw it away: "I can't pay you back the money."
Coulson took out a bottle of water and handed it to him: "No need to return it."
Miller was like a walking zombie, even his expression was dull. He unscrewed the water bottle, took a sip, and said: "Go away, don't come to me again, I am not the wide receiver anymore."
"No, you have always been the big star I like, and you have never changed." Coulson could not let him lose hope: "You can return to the way you were before, I have always believed this."
He stretched out his hand to pull Miller up: "You don't have a place to stay now. How many days will you go to my place to stay?"
Miller didn't care at all, got up and followed Coulson.
The two got in the car and Coulson drove to the house he had prepared in North Hollywood.
He said while driving: "What are your plans next?"
After Miller's brief mania, all that was left was numbness: "Just take it one day at a time."
This was not the state that Coulson wanted. He passed an intersection and said specifically: "The dispute between you and West Coast Studio is over. Let these things go and get back on your feet..."
Sure enough, when he heard the name West Coast Studio, Miller's dull face showed a bit of sinisterness, and his words came out unconsciously: "I have no grudges against those bastards, but they framed me and hurt me. So miserable!”
Coulson continued this topic: "I went to the West Coast studio you mentioned. The house on Fountain Street was always closed, and I didn't see the one you mentioned. What is it called?" That bastard's name is deep. Deeply imprinted in Miller's mind: "Hawk Osmond!"
"Yes, Hawke Osmond." Coulson continued: "I also asked people that Hawke Osmond and West Coast Studio moved away at the beginning of the year. Some people said that Hawke Osmond moved away. Later he founded the now popular social media Twitter ”
He seemed to be chatting casually with a friend: "I read the news in the newspaper some time ago, saying that Twitter now has more than 30 million users, and that professional companies in Silicon Valley are valued at billions of dollars. That bastard Hawk Osmond I was so lucky that I became a billionaire in a blink of an eye.”
Miller raised his head, his eyes full of brilliance: "Is that bastard going to become a billionaire?"
Coulson nodded vigorously: "That's what the newspaper said. Who would have thought that a paparazzi who secretly takes pictures of people's privacy would have such an opportunity."
Miller said no more and lowered his head, but the brilliance in his eyes turned into hatred.
He remembered clearly that he had never messed with Hawke Oscar or his West Coast studio, but the bastard planned a trap against him for his own benefit, and created the style he liked, which ruined his reputation.
Later, they even teamed up with Fox TV to frame him for murder and silence.
As a result, the El Chapo gang he had an old relationship with was swept away by the LAPD, and he was also sent to jail.
Miller is very sure that the culprit for his current situation is Hawke Osment.
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Coulson drove to North Hollywood, parked the car in a parking space on the side of the road, asked Miller to get out of the car, and entered the single-family house with a small courtyard next to it.
Miller put his hands in his pockets and looked gloomy.
The house was a bit messy, so Coulson tidied it up casually, put the bag he was carrying on the coffee table, and said, "You can sit wherever you like and help yourself to what you want to eat."
Miller sniffed and seemed uncomfortable, and asked: "That, is there any more?"
Coulson sighed: "I'll find it for you."
Before leaving, he specifically warned: "There are a lot of things here that I used in my previous work. Don't touch them. I am doing directional blasting, so I might have left behind some explosives."
Miller was feeling uncomfortable and waved his hand casually: "Don't worry, I won't touch your things."
That's what he said, but after Coulson went out, he still looked around curiously.
Soon enough, I discovered something interesting on the shelf.
Miller had never used them, but he had seen them in TV movies. They were clearly miniature detonators.
When Coulson came back, he pointed at the detonators and asked curiously: "What did you do with these?"
Coulson said seemingly casually: "I am a demolitionist. I often do directional demolition. Sometimes I bring the work back to study. These detonators are very weak. As long as they are not connected to C4, there is no danger."
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He handed Miller a small plastic piece: "That's all."
Miller was not polite and started enjoying it immediately.
In his daze, he asked Coulson a lot about detonators and C4, and also followed Coulson to see the C4 stored in the tool room.
Later, at Miller's strong request, the two took detonators and C4, ran to the wilderness, made several improvised bombs with their own hands, and blew up fish in the valley for a while.
Using this kind of plastic explosive is almost a fool-proof procedure.
Even though Miller's brain was eroded by drugs, he still learned quickly.
Coulson went to work every day and left Miller a cheap Toyota Corolla.
The Millers found a new target and had only one idea in their head.
He must not let the bastard who harmed him become a billionaire!
Miller randomly found a reason to remember his enemy and regroup, and asked Coulson to help him find information about Hawk Osment.
Coulson helped him find many newspapers that reported on Twitter and even provided a few photos.
Miller Collins almost engraved Hawke's appearance into his mind.
On this day, Coulson came back from outside.
When the two were having dinner together, Coulson mentioned something. Hawk Osment was going to attend an event in the Los Angeles satellite city of Covina these days.
Miller took a note and quietly checked the location of Covina, what events were being held, etc.
Following Coulson's method, he found the C4 and detonators in stock, made some improvised bombs, and prepared to give them away.
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Hawke received an invitation from Brian Ferguson to go to Covina to observe the effectiveness of his administration.
The new mayor of Covina has done several practical things since taking office, and has gained high public support.
Before the election, Bryan worked with AT&T to resolve the issue of fiber-to-the-home in Covina.
After taking office, he actively raised funds to renovate all roads in Covina, including public roads in the plantation and processing plant areas, greatly improving the traffic conditions of this satellite town.
Internet broadband and transportation links have also promoted the development of the local citrus industry in Covina, and Covina feels vaguely brand new. (End of chapter)