Tim Rangnick, who had a broken will, explained many situations, including BlackRock and Douglas Coster.
It sounds crazy for BlackRock to take such drastic measures, but when he thinks of the Capital he once read and the high-end business wars that leaked out on the Internet in his previous life, Hawke is not shocked.
Behind these methods are huge interests involving billions of dollars, or even billions of dollars.
Not to mention that it only involved him, business rivals' entire families had been sunk into the sea.
In the warehouse, Hawke asked again, asking basically everything he could ask. He was sure that Tim didn't know anything he couldn't ask, so Guti paused the torture.
He had a quick exchange with Erica: "BlackRock's San Francisco branch planned this operation, and the person directly responsible for it was Douglas Coster. It was approved by BlackRock headquarters, and a large number of members of the Donkey Party were involved. Among them, Tim Rangnick and Coulson are the executors.”
Erica continued what Hawke said: "We have two options next. One is to solve it through official channels, which means that the development of the matter will be beyond our control. The other is to solve it ourselves."
Her voice sounded calm, but it was filled with murderous intent: "Since they have prepared to kill, they should also have the consciousness to be killed."
Hawke has never been a stickler for rules, and this time his life was truly threatened.
He meant no nonsense: "They all deserve to die."
Erica turned to look at Hawke: "No matter what you do, I will support you."
Hawke thinks these bastards deserve to die, but will not underestimate their power, saying: "We will treat these people in three parts, now, in the medium term and in the long term."
This is also one of the reasons why Erica likes Hawke. He will not be carried away by anger.
Hawke was very clear-headed: "The current targets are the actual executors such as Tim and Coulson. Since they dare to take action, they must be ready to meet God. Then there is Douglas Coster, who planned all this, and finally It’s BlackRock and the donkeys in California. These can’t be killed by simply killing them.”
Erica said: "Jennifer is fine, but the FBI is unreliable. Recently, the FBI even hired a second deputy director, someone from the donkey side."
Hawke nodded slightly: "I have to deal with my own affairs myself."
Not far away, Tim Rangnick, who was hung up, slowly raised his head and looked at Hawke and Erica.
The dog man and woman looked calm and indifferent, not like good people.
Tim suddenly felt that his life was in danger and shouted: "I still have something to say, I still have something to say."
Hawke turned around, looked at him, and said loudly: "Hurry up."
What Tim could and could not say had been vomited out before, and there was no other useful words except meaningless repetition.
Hawke waved, called Raul over, and whispered, asking him to bring cash and go to Tijuana.
There's an organization over there that Hawke worked with when he was working on Robert Downey Jr.
As long as you have money and can provide identity information and approximate location, the rest is easy to solve.
Erica has already used her connections to find Coulson's whereabouts based on what Tim told her.
The man used the passport provided by Tim and fled to Puerto Rico.
Near noon, Raul drove out of the seaside warehouse and walked south, heading straight to the U.S.-Mexico border.
Soon, a yacht sailed out to sea from a nearby pier and headed into the vast depths of the Pacific Ocean. It slowly slowed down until it entered the high seas.
The people on the yacht kept throwing out some blood food, attracting more and more sharks.
A bloody humanoid object was immediately thrown into the sea, and disappeared completely under the fight of more than a dozen sharks.
The people on the boat carefully cleaned up all traces and returned home leisurely.
The sharks who had feasted gradually dispersed.
There is no longer anyone named Tim Rangnick in this world.
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San Francisco, Bay Area.
In a bowling alley, Peter Thiel, the president of Long-Term Capital Management, came out of the locker room and walked towards his old buddy Red Hoffman.
He said as he walked: "News just came from Los Angeles. There was a car bombing attack in Covina yesterday, and Twitter founder Hawke Osmond was involved."
Hoffman made a guess upon hearing this and asked: "Hawk Osmond is dead?"
"No." Peter Thiel said quickly: "My old friend Brian Ferguson was with him at the time. The two of them were almost killed. After the car exploded, they were shot by multiple gunmen."
Hoffman was quite surprised: "You survived like this? It's a miracle."
Peter Thiel smiled: "Not only was the man alive, Hawke Osmond fought back on the spot and killed the five gunmen who launched the attack on the spot!"
The bowling ball that Hoffman had just picked up fell to the floor with a bang, almost hitting his foot.
Even though he was well-informed, he was still shocked at this moment: "When did such a monster squeeze into the business district?"
Peter Thiel picked up a bowling ball, came to the fairway, and threw it out in a standard posture. With a ping-pong-pong sound, he hit a perfect score.
"Good shot!" Hoffman picked up the ball on the ground.
Peter Thiel clapped his palms and said: "With the temperament shown by Hawk Osment, he will inevitably launch a fierce counterattack after being attacked like this. He also has the support of the Ferguson family behind him. BlackRock will encounter Trouble.”
Hoffman asked: "Things are not what we expected. When do we enter?"
"Now." Peter Thiel made a decision: "BlackRock has used the most violent attack method. Hawke Osmond is going to fight back now and needs allies."
As an investor, of course he has to choose the opportunity that is most beneficial to him: "The opportunity has come for us to enter."
Hoffman took out his cell phone directly: "I'll have someone prepare the plane, and we'll go directly there."
Peter Thiel nodded: "Let's go today." Two investment tycoons from Silicon Valley saw the right time and were ready to join Twitter's investment battle.
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Puerto Rico, the capital is San Juan.
Flight from Tijuana, landing at the international airport.
Four Latinos came out of the terminal, pretending to be Mexican tourists, and rented two cars at a nearby used car dealership.
Among them, the woman with a particularly sexy figure made a phone call and said: "The whereabouts of the person are basically confirmed. He is at the Bell Hotel."
The leader said: "Hurry up, get rid of him as soon as possible, and try to go back tomorrow. My niece is getting married tomorrow, and I have to attend the wedding at noon."
Another person reminded: "The information provided by the other party shows that this person has worked as a private detective and has a certain degree of vigilance. Please pay more attention when acting."
The four people divided into two groups, drove two cars and went straight to the Bell Hotel near the San Jose Church.
A woman and a man pretended to be a couple and checked into the same room.
The other two people each opened a room.
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They quickly found traces of their target, Coulson.
By the hotel's swimming pool, Coulson, wearing swimming trunks, sat under a sun umbrella, drinking an ice-cold drink and chatting with the woman at the same table.
"So you made a big deal and made a fortune?" Alanor asked.
Although the plan failed, Coulson got the money he deserved and was in a very good mood: "Yes, that's why I came here from Los Angeles specifically to invite you to travel around the world together."
He was particularly generous at the moment: "I'll cover all the expenses."
Alano was interested: "I just have to take people with me, right?"
Coulson reached over and grabbed Elano's hand: "My dear, you only need to take yourself there, and I will take care of the rest."
How could Alano refuse such a good thing: "Okay, I'll go."
Seeing that he had invited the goddess of his dreams, Coulson said: "This is my plan. We will go to Europe first, spend the New Year in Northern Europe, go to Norway or Sweden to see the Aurora, and then go to Southern Europe and live on the romantic Aegean Sea. Month..."
Alano's cell phone rang at this time. She glanced at it and said sheepishly: "I'm going to take a call. The agent is calling."
Coulson smiled and said: "As you please."
Alano got up and went to a less crowded place. While she was on the phone, she went to the bathroom.
Coulson was the only one left here.
He put down the drink glass, looked at the bikini beauty in the pool, and considered whether to propose to Elano during the trip.
A bikini beauty with an extremely sexy figure passed by at this time.
Because there was less fabric, a lot of exposure, and a good figure, there were even whistles around her.
The woman walked towards the swimming pool openly. Occasionally someone would say hello and she would smile and nod in response.
When she entered the swimming pool, many men in swimsuits pretended to want to swim and got into the pool one after another.
But Coulson didn't move.
On the other side, the three Mexican men scattered around two tables were inevitably a little disappointed.
But they are very patient hunters.
Keep calm and wait.
Finally, the opportunity presented itself.
After Alano came over, Coulson chatted with her for a while because he drank a drink before and went to the toilet to relieve himself.
Three Mexican men followed quietly.
Not long after, the three people came out of the toilet one after another, passed by the swimming pool, and glanced at the sexy beauty inside.
The latter understood, got rid of the man's entanglement, and walked ashore toward the locker room.
The three people in front didn't even return to the hotel, they went out and drove away.
The identities I checked into the hotel were all fake.
Soon, the woman also left alone.
Alano waited for a few minutes, feeling a little anxious when Coulson didn't come back.
She thought the other party was relieved, so she waited a little longer, but Coulson still didn't come back.
More than ten minutes passed. Alano took out his mobile phone and made a call, but the call could not be connected.
She ran to the men's room and found a sign at the door that said "Do not enter during cleaning."
But Coulson did go into the bathroom before.
Alano bravely stepped over the sign and walked to the men's room, and then smelled the pungent smell of blood.
In the men's room, Coulson was lying on the ground, his body covered in blood, his chest and abdomen full of holes, and he had been stabbed at least twenty times.
"Killing!" Alano exclaimed: "Killing!" (End of this chapter)