East Los Angeles, Covina.
Walking on Central Street, Hawke looked at the newly paved asphalt road, smelled the faint smell in the air, and said to Brian: "It's very efficient. I haven't been here for a long time, and it has already changed a lot."
Brian accompanied Hawke as he walked forward and said as he walked: "For newbies who have just entered the political arena, credibility is very important. They must maintain the trust of voters."
The two walked towards Citrus Plaza in the middle of Central Street.
Along the way, all the Covina citizens I met took the initiative to say hello to Brian.
The new mayor is in the honeymoon period with Covina.
Hawke said: "What do you mean, after the novice stage, credibility is not important?"
Brian shrugged: "In politics, lying is a basic skill. If a politician can't even lie, he can only be said to be unqualified."
He is very confident: "This society is so realistic. The temporary promises made by politicians are affected by many factors, and there will always be times when they cannot be realized."
Hawke followed him and approached Citrus Plaza without making any rebuttal.
Behind the two of them, Edward drove the bulletproof Mercedes-Benz, following not too far away, his eyes darting around, glancing over pedestrians from time to time.
Brian looked back at the Mercedes-Benz and said, "Always let the car and bodyguards follow you. The more wealth you have, the less courage you will have."
Hawke said: "In the past, there was nothing but death, so of course I was not afraid. But it is different now. Apart from this life, there is still a lot of money. If a person dies and the money has not been spent, wouldn't it be a big loss? ”
Brian felt it made sense and said, "Don't worry, the security in Covina has always been very good."
Inexplicably, the leader of the Cult of the Damned went online: "You can't have street fighting in a place like this."
"Shut up!" Hawke became angry when he heard this, and warned him seriously: "How many times have I told you, you can't say such nonsense, especially coming from your mouth."
Brian spread his hands: "Erica didn't come again, what are you afraid of?"
Hawke gave him a cold look: "I'm afraid of your mouth! Brian Crow Mouth!"
While talking, the two came to Citrus Square, where the Citrus Festival will be held next week.
Brian stood on the side of the road, pointed at the square and said: "This time, I contacted fifty manufacturers to come and participate in the Citrus Festival. The scale is the largest in Covina's history."
"Yes, it is also a political achievement." Hawke said casually: "It can further win the support of the constituency."
Brian asked him: "Will Twitter hold an online event?"
Hawke thought for a moment: "Let someone come to Twitter to discuss it."
Some workers in overalls, carrying packaging bags or barrels, passed by from a distance and came to the square, where they got busy.
Several of them had their eyes on Hawke and Brian from a distance.
They looked like they were busy working, but in fact they were whispering together.
One of them, a bearded man wearing a safety helmet, pointed to the distance with the help of a tool and said, "Did you see those two people? The young man in sportswear is the target, Hawk Osment."
The man next to him took off his helmet to breathe, revealing a big bald head: "Boss, if you shoot someone here, he is dead."
"Don't be ridiculous, this is Los Angeles, not Colombia." The bearded man reminded: "We are a security measure, not the first plan. When the first plan fails, it is our turn to take action."
Another man with glasses understood: "The first plan is safer?"
The bearded man snorted coldly and said: "That will allow them to have a high-sounding explanation of the so-called public opinion, and the pressure they face will be much less."
"It's the same to me, just 150,000 US dollars." The tattooed man straightened up, his face covered in paint, and he looked like a mercenary preparing to participate in a jungle war: "Hawk Osmond, Equivalent to US$150,000.”
A voice suddenly sounded in the bearded earbuds: "Boss, that bastard is followed by bodyguards, not just the Mercedes."
On the scaffolding erected nearby, a man wearing a sunhat looked down from a high position and looked very far away: "It's a Ford, it's been turned back and forth four times, I will never mistake it, it's the same car."
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The sunhat is the sharpest eye of the five-man team. The bearded man believed in his judgment and replied to Mike: "Keep an eye on this car."
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At the three-way intersection where the citrus sculpture was removed, Miller Collins drove a Toyota Corolla onto Center Street.
Compared to the unshaven and decadent appearance of the past few days, he looked particularly energetic today.
He was clean shaven, his hair was simply washed, cut and blow-dried, and he put on a San Diego Chargers jacket and a hat embroidered with lightning bolts.
The latter two are both special commemorative models issued to him by the team that year, with metal team emblems on them.
Miller Collins eats, drinks, and gets high, just for one person.
Although Covina was not a big place, Miller Collins couldn't find anyone for a while, so he wandered around the central street with his eyes wide open.
Explosives were already prepared in the bag in the passenger seat and in the armrest.
Miller Collins drove a Toyota Corolla and gradually approached Citrus Plaza connected to Center Street. He looked through the front windshield and saw two people in the distance.
One of them, he has seen the photos repeatedly in the past few days, and there is no mistaking him, that is Hawk Osment!
The bastard who put him in jail and bankrupt!
He is where he is today, all because of Hawke Osment! Miller Collins, a homeless bum, would never allow the person who harmed him to live freely and become a billionaire.
The Toyota Corolla's accelerator was stepped on, and the engine roared with a heart-rending cry.
But the speed of the car was not ideal, nor did it fly out like an arrow from the string.
Miller Collins couldn't care about this, his eyes were fixed on Hawke Osmond at the edge of the square diagonally opposite, and he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.
He doesn't expect to knock the opponent away directly. As long as he gets a little closer, he can still send the person flying into the sky!
This car is packed with explosives.
At the moment when the Toyota Corolla accelerated, Raul, who was driving the Ford Mondeo coming from behind, noticed something was wrong.
The car in front suddenly accelerated and veered.
Raul didn't think twice, and didn't need to judge whether an accident had occurred in Toyota. He tapped the car intercom and shouted: "White Toyota! Pay attention to white Toyota!"
As a bodyguard, this is all Raul can do at this moment.
Although the Toyota Corolla is weak in power, there is some distance between the two sides, and the Mondeo cannot catch up instantly.
At the critical moment, Raul's warning worked.
Please...you...collect 6...9...books...!
Originally, Edward had been driving the Mercedes-Benz, following Hawke and Brian at a short distance.
As soon as the voice on the intercom rang, the savior's spirit was suddenly awakened, and there was only one sentence left in his head - White Toyota!
The white Toyota, not far in front of the Mercedes-Benz, was speeding up diagonally and rushing towards where Hawke and Brian were!
Edward didn't have any thoughts or unnecessary movements. He stared at the white Toyota and stepped down hard with his right foot.
He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, raised his foot slightly, and stepped on it again!
The extreme power mode of this bulletproof Mercedes-Benz was activated, the engine burst out with powerful power, and the black car transformed into a land fighter and crashed into the white Toyota.
Edward didn't have any complicated ideas, he just didn't allow anyone to hurt his boss.
At the edge of Citrus Plaza and the sidewalk, Hawke heard the roar of a car and turned his head to see the white silhouette of the car.
He was extremely vigilant and without saying any unnecessary words, he reached out and grabbed Brian's arm and ran towards the steps of the square.
Brian didn't understand what was happening, but his head turned quickly. He was staying with the first or second disaster in Los Angeles, and the other party ran away without forgetting to give him a hand.
Nothing else, just run!
Brian was wearing leather shoes, which was inconvenient for running. One of his shoes fell off after just two steps.
Hawke spread his legs and ran up the stairs as hard as he could. There was a concrete base that was as tall as a person and more than half a meter wide. As long as he ran to the back, there was no threat to the Toyota rushing up the steps.
He kept tilting his head, and there was a hint of black in his eyes.
That bulletproof Mercedes sedan!
Edward came. Like a savior, he turned on the extreme power mode of the Mercedes-Benz and crashed the car near the driver's seat of the white Toyota.
There was a loud bang, car fragments flying everywhere, and the Toyota Corolla flew into the air as if it had wings.
The white car seemed to disintegrate, and countless pieces flew out. The car rolled several times in the air, fell to the ground, continued to roll, and hit a thick traffic light pole on the side of the road.
The car was flattened and almost cut off at the middle. When the old gangsters who dismantled the car saw it, they could only sell it for scrap metal.
This tragic car accident happened extremely quickly and changed even faster!
Before anyone could react, a fireball suddenly erupted from inside the Toyota Corolla, and a big explosion occurred without warning.
Rumble——
A red fireball rose into the sky, and a heat wave spread in all directions under the shock wave.
The first thing to bear the brunt is the Mercedes-Benz sedan closest to the Corolla.
Various debris crashed onto the Mercedes-Benz car, a huge shock wave hit, and cracks appeared on the front windshield.
Fortunately, this car was specially customized by Brian and could withstand such a violent explosion.
In the driver's seat, Edward, who was hit by the airbag, shook his head vigorously to wake himself up.
He looked out and saw only cracked glass and debris and smoke from the explosion.
Although he was not very professional, with such explosive power, Edward could tell with his toes that the white Toyota must have been stuffed.
He wanted to speak, wanted to shout to Hawke, but he was too uncomfortable to say a word.
The airbag was deflating rapidly, and Edward gradually recovered.
On the other side, the dust and smoke from the explosion rose into the sky, covering the nearby area. Hawke had already let go of Brian's arm and ran towards the Mercedes-Benz.
Brian shouted from behind: "Don't go, it's dangerous! Come back quickly!"
But Hawke was unmoved and ran towards the Mercedes-Benz, shouting at the same time: "Call the police, call the police!" (End of Chapter)