In the early hours of the morning, 20th Street in Santa Monica was completely quiet, and even most of the street lights were automatically turned off.
In a villa, three people quietly entered the villa next door, cooperated with each other to check, and slowly moved towards the master bedroom on the second floor.
There was plenty of time, and they were not in a hurry. They dismantled an alarm and entered the master bedroom.
Someone seemed to be sleeping soundly on the bed, but the three of them did not go over immediately. Instead, they checked the room and then opened the cloakroom door.
The man who was supposed to be sleeping on the big bed was lying on the mattress in the dressing room, with a pistol next to him.
No need to check, there must be an alarm device over the bed.
The rest of the work was simple. After confirming that the person was correct, one of them took out the drug and pressed it on the target's mouth and nose.
Before long, the man fell into a deep sleep.
Later, two more people came to support and directly transported the target person into the villa next door.
The three people did not leave immediately. They carefully searched the villa, took away all the monitoring and alarm facilities, cleaned up the traces, and retreated back the same way.
When the sky turned slightly white, a commercial vehicle drove out and took people away from Santa Monica.
At dawn, several buckets of seawater were poured on his head. Tim slowly opened his eyes and found a familiar person standing opposite.
One of his new neighbors on 20th Street.
Then, I heard a familiar voice again: "Are you awake? The time is right."
Tim turned his head following the sound and saw an extremely familiar face - Hawke Osment.
Next to her was a blond-brown woman who was dressed very neatly.
He also met Erica Ferguson.
A couple of dogs and men!
Tim subconsciously closed his eyes, hoping that he was dreaming, that this was not true.
But when he opened his eyes again, the doggy man and woman were still standing in front of him.
As for himself, his hands and feet were tied, unable to move at all.
Tim had no luck and kept his mouth shut.
Without a word of nonsense, Hawke took out a large photo of Miller Collins and another unfamiliar face, placed it in front of Tim, and asked: "Who is the person who contacted Miller Collins."
Tim said nothing.
"You can't ask like this." Erica, who has never been a believer, said, "Just go ahead and electrocute her. The FBI is very good at doing this."
Guti, who had long blond hair, came over from the side and smiled artistically at Hawke: "Boss, let me try?"
Hawke reminded: "Don't kill people."
"No." Guti smiled, took out a small wallpaper knife from his pocket, came to Tim, and said: "Man, you'd better be stricter with your mouth and hold on longer, so that it will be interesting. .”
He squeezed Tim's arm, pulled it down section by section, grabbed his wrist, and asked Morientes to straighten the arm.
Tim is a person in BlackRock's San Francisco branch who specializes in doing dirty work and has taken care of many people.
But this was the first time I was waiting to be fucked like this.
His wrist shook a few times unconsciously.
Guti did not take action immediately, but said slowly: "Do you know what I did before? I am a surgeon, a very promising surgeon. But why does a doctor do this kind of work? Of course I am one of them. The story is that in my hometown, traffickers are rampant. Because my fiancée publicly called for an anti-drug campaign, those bastards shot her to death in the street. She was shot 32 times and she was still pregnant with my child!”
He chuckled: "From now on, I stopped saving people and started killing people. Killing scum is actually saving people. I found a bastard who killed my fiancée, quietly stunned him, then tied him up and cut him with a scalpel. His gun hand!”
At this point, the wallpaper knife in Guti's hand quickly drew out.
Following Tim's scream, a piece of flesh and blood fell to the ground.
A small piece of flesh was cut off from Tim's middle finger on his right hand.
Guti seemed not to be joking: "I cut each finger of the hand he shot 32 times. Every time I cut a piece of flesh, I made sure not to damage his bones."
Erica couldn't help but glance at Hawke, feeling that each of the bodyguards Hawke hired had a story.
It makes sense again considering they are from Mexico.
"I promise, each of your fingers will be stabbed 32 times, and no bones will be damaged." Guti cut out the second knife.
There was a stabbing sound, and the sound of the blade cutting across the bone was heard.
Another bloody thing fell to the ground.
But Guti covered his face, as if he was too embarrassed to see anyone, and apologized to Tim: "Sorry, sorry, I haven't used it for a long time, my skills are rusty, please forgive me this time."
This said, not only him, but also Hawke, Erica and others were embarrassed to look at Tim again.
The work was too rough!
But roughness must continue, and it cannot stop here. Tim screamed one after another, and his middle finger gradually turned into a bloodshot white bone.
No one present sympathized.
In yesterday's collision, Fanhawk was less lucky and had already taken a plane.
Tim was also tough. Gudi cut off two fingers in a row, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to speak.
Hawke has plenty of time, let him take a breath and wait a while before continuing.
This guy Guti is not just talking nonsense. He actually worked as a doctor in Mexico before. Before the start of the next round, he specially gave Tim an injection of medicine to stimulate nerve perception.
Then he started again, and Tim was full of energy and howled.
Before the meat slices on one index finger were finished, Tim couldn't hold on any longer and shouted: "I say, I say! I say everything!"
Guti shook his head: "Say it earlier, it's a waste of time."
Tim's face was pale and he was covered in cold sweat. He glanced at his miserable right hand and said, "Help me bandage it. Bandage it for me first."
Hawke winked, and Raul took a bandage and went over to help him stop the bleeding.
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Guti observed carefully for a while, confirming that the man's mental willpower had collapsed, and nodded to Hawke.
Hawke took out the photo again and asked, "Who is that with Miller Collins?"
"Coulson! His name is Coulson Srna." When Tim said the name, his psychological defense completely collapsed, and he couldn't help but close his eyes, as if he could stay away from the real world: "Coulson is the founder of the Los Angeles Valley Detective Agency He has always been my contact in Los Angeles, specializing in assisting me with some shady matters.”
Without waiting for Hawke to ask, he confessed: "Coulson went to Puerto Rico through my channel!"
Hawke had everything he said written down.
This private detective named Coulson must settle the accounts clearly.
Hawke struck while the iron was hot: "Who are you?" To prevent the other party from taking any chances, he specifically asked: "What is your relationship with Douglas of BlackRock?"
When Tim heard Douglas's name, he didn't take any chances and still didn't dare to open his eyes: "My name is Tim Rangnick, from BlackRock's San Francisco branch. I am the assistant to the president of the branch, Douglas Coster. The job is to do some of the dirty work for him.”
Hawke asked: "Am I your target this time?"
"Yes, no... BlackRock forced me to do it!" Tim quickly defended: "If I don't follow BlackRock's requirements, I will be sent to jail and killed by them!"< br>
Hawke didn't dwell on it: "Tell me the specific plans of you, Coulson and Miller Collins."
Tim said: “When we targeted Twitter in San Francisco, we prepared a two-pronged plan. One was to let Emma Bateson, the intermediary, contact you for financing negotiations through normal channels. The other was to let you know if you were rejected. Forcing you to accept BlackRock investment, but with Emma’s contact, BlackRock found that the contradictions between the two parties’ core interests could not be reconciled, so it decided to take drastic measures.”
He roughly described the story of how Miller Collins, a drug-addicted homeless man, used his hatred for Hawke to launch personal destruction.
These are not too different from what Hawke guessed.
The rapid development of Twitter and the growing cake have finally attracted the attention of hungry wolves.
When the benefits are great enough, individuals are only small obstacles.
There is another thing that Hawke doesn’t quite understand: “Even if you get rid of me, the shares in my hand will not fall on BlackRock.”
Tim slowly opened his eyes and said: "BlackRock has a mature plan. Douglas used to be the head of BlackRock Wyoming. He found a person from there. To be precise, he created a When someone comes out, that person will be your relative, there will be witnesses from the same hometown, and they can pass the test of the testing agency and win an inheritance lawsuit under the California judicial system.”
Erica whispered: "California's judicial system is more biased toward dark blue."
This political environment is also the key to BlackRock's courage to do so.
Hawke asked again about the identity of the man who created it.
Tim is not sure about this.
As for the mercenary team that died in Citrus Plaza, he didn't know much about it. He only knew that the mercenary team was from Colombia.
Hawke continued to ask: "The person in charge of the marginalized people plan promoted by BlackRock and Vanguard International in California is Douglas?"
"Yes, it's him. I'm the one who does the dirty work. I don't know how the plan will be implemented." At this point, Tim has already said something: "This is a long-term plan that is time-consuming and labor-intensive, not a short-term plan." It can be achieved.”
Hawke knows very well that it will take at least four to five years for this plan to really see results.
And it is in line with the current development trend of Western society.
In this regard, BlackRock and Vanguard International are quite powerful.
Hawke began to ask the most important thing: "Who is involved or preparing to participate in your attack on me?"
Tim thought for a moment and said: "The real planner is Douglas, but the plan he proposed must have been approved by the top brass at the headquarters. Without the promotion of the headquarters, so much power would not have been mobilized in California."
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He thought of the last separate conversation with Douglas and continued: "The people I know who may be involved, former California Speaker Willie Brown, has acquiesced in this matter, and the San Francisco prosecutor Hamas will contact the Los Angeles federal government." Prosecutor Garrison, that's all I know..."
Erica whispered to Hawke: "It's all the backbone of the donkeys."
Hawke said: "It seems that I have become a thorn in the side of a lot of people."
Erica knew the reason. The Twitter in Hawk's hands was too valuable. (End of chapter)