The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 5: The Honest Man's Counterattack, Plain and Simple

Suddenly, a shrill wolf howl was heard in the vast snow.

Several coyotes came over from the other side of the mountain and stared at the two-legged beasts from afar.

Hawke let the snowflakes fall on his body and took a peek from behind a rock. Only three people came, which was much better than the worst case scenario he had expected.

He moved his arms slightly to prevent his hand holding the gun from becoming stiff due to the cold and snow, and waited for the other party to get closer.

The white man walking in front wiped the snow from his eyebrows, looked along the footprints several dozen meters away, and immediately made a gesture to the black man, pointing to the top of the boulder.

A hint of black can be seen faintly on the snow-white stone.

That's a hat.

The black man grinned, showing his two rows of white teeth, and said softly, "Go and cut off his retreat."

The white man went around to the side and front.

The black man continued to move forward, and Freddy followed the white man at a distance of seven or eight meters.

Entering the mountain area, the three men were very careful and always took care to conceal their figures.

In America, no one can guarantee that there are no guns on the other side.

In the hiding place, Hawke did not wait for the opportunity, but took the initiative to create it. He pulled the rope hard with his left hand, and the stone tied on the other side rolled down.

He continued pulling for a few more times, and the stones collided with each other, making a rustling sound, as if someone was running away.

When the black man saw the hat disappear and heard the noise, he immediately quickened his pace and reminded his companions: "He is trying to escape, don't let him get away!"

The white man who was preparing to go around also sped up.

The black man was agile, running and jumping among the rocks, and in a few breaths he was within Hawk's shooting range.

Hawke slightly exposed his head, held the gun with both hands, aimed at the black man, and pulled the trigger.

boom--

The gunshot rang out and the bullet hit the black man's chest, the broadest part of his body.

Hawke's second shot followed, also hitting the target in the chest.

The black man fell headfirst while running.

After Hawke fired the second shot, he fell to one side.

The Glock gun fired repeatedly and bullets whizzed past.

The white man opened fire.

Hawke took cover from the rocks, crawled and rolled more than ten meters on the snow, and hid behind a rock.

More than thirty meters away, Freddy crouched behind a gray rock and said, "This bastard has a gun!"

The white man stopped shooting, hid and was on guard, and called out the black man's name, but received no response.

"We need support." Freddy didn't even mention capturing them alive.

The white man yelled, “Shut up!”

Hawke leaned against the rock, listened to the sound to determine the other party's position, picked up a stone as big as an orange, looked left and right, and threw it to the right.

The sound of stones hitting larger stones could be heard clearly.

Freddy's heart tightened and he gripped the dagger in his hand, gaining a sense of security.

Seven or eight meters away, the white man turned the gun and fired two shots towards the source of the sound.

Hawke squatted on the ground, gripped the pistol with both hands, and pulled the trigger.

The bullet passed through the snow and hit the white man's exposed arm accurately.

The white man was hit by a bullet and half of his chest was exposed as he screamed.

Hawke fired again, leaving a hole in the white man's clothes on the left side of his chest, and he fell to the ground beside a rock.

The snow was stained red.

Freddy saw the situation over there and turned around and ran back.

He confirmed that the bastard was using a pistol, and it was difficult to hit a running target from a long distance. The revolver only had four bullets, and Hawke couldn't let Freddy get away. Seeing that the other party was only holding a dagger, he immediately chased after him.

There were a lot of rocks and the snow was slippery, so Freddy couldn't run fast enough.

When the two men closed to within twenty meters, Hawke looked at the figure in front of him, jumped and threw the empty pistol. The bright silver iron lump spun and hit Freddy on the back.

Freddy slipped, lunged forward, and fell.

He turned to look at Hawke, and was sure that he could not outrun this bastard who was more than ten years younger than him. He immediately became ruthless, clenched the dagger in his right hand, and rushed towards Hawke.

Hawke slowed down slightly and, without any nonsense, faced Freddy.

In this situation, only one person can leave alive.

Freddy was a stuntman and had some basic skills in close combat. The dagger cut through the snowflakes and stabbed directly into Hawk's chest.

Hawke was much faster than him. He dodged sideways and punched out like a hammer, hitting Freddy's open armpit hard. The latter felt pain in his shoulder and arm, and groaned, and the dagger fell to the ground with a clang.

But Freddy also knew that he had to fight hard to survive, so he ducked and rushed over.

Hawke's style is unpretentious, and his right knee flies up and crashes between Freddy's legs.

Freddy let out a scream that only men could understand, and subconsciously wanted to fight back, but a large, calloused hand reached out and cut his neck.

Freddy was having trouble breathing and his head was spinning.

Hawke's left fist, with its knuckles raised, hit Freddy between the eyes and nose like a battering ram.

Freddy's big Jewish nose collapsed, and the blood spurted out and fell on Hawke's coat, staining the words "The Singing Detective" red.

Hawk's fighting style is a typical honest man's, nothing fancy, just kicking the crotch, locking the throat and poking the eyes!

Freddy lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground.

Hawke panted heavily and shook his gloved hands. This body needed exercise.

He unlaced Freddy's lace-up shoes, tied his hands and feet behind his back, and then picked up the dagger and revolver.

From the hillside came the mournful howling of coyotes.

The wolf that was frightened away by the gunshot just now turned back, as if wanting to see what happened.

Hawke found the white man's body, took the Glock from his hand, searched the body from top to bottom, and found a wallet with a lot of cash in it, but no identification documents.

He took the cash, walked quickly toward the black man, picked up the Glock, and searched him, just like the white man.

The snow was quite heavy and had already formed a layer on the black man's body.

Hawke climbed up the hill, retrieved the rope and hat, and returned to where Freddy was.

Freddy was humming and groaning, and seemed to be in a daze.

Hawke decided to help him wake up, so he took out Freddy's dagger, avoided the main blood vessels, and stabbed it into Freddy's leg.

Freddy let out a scream, scaring the wolves on the hillside so much that they tucked their tails between their legs.

"Let me go, let me go!" Freddy struggled on the ground in pain: "I can make you enter Hollywood and become a big star! An action star!"

Hawke ignored him, pulled out his dagger, wiped it casually on the snow, and asked, "Who ordered you to do this?"

Freddy was sweating profusely and looking pale. He gritted his teeth and said, "I am a Hollywood celebrity, a well-known socialite. If you kill me, you will be wanted by the whole United States!"

Hawke said, "Don't worry, I won't kill you."

Freddy breathed a sigh of relief.

Hawke added: "I will cut the tendons of your legs and leave you here."

He looked at the coyotes on the hillside: "They must like your taste. Coyotes like living food the most. When you are alive, they will bite open your belly and help you with organ transplants..."

Freddy shuddered when he heard about organ transplantation.

Hawke's dagger rests on Freddy's Achilles tendon: "Robert Downey Jr. specifically asked me to jump off the building. Does it have anything to do with him?"

Freddy was in a trance and responded subconsciously: "Yes!"

Hawke asked, "What else?"

(End of this chapter)