The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 6: Fired
"California billionaire, founder and chairman of Ackerman Pictures, Mr. Buddy Ackerman's health deteriorated a few years ago." Freddy's will had collapsed, and he endured the severe pain and sold out the goods: "When the crew was preparing, I happened to hear the senior management mention that he was going to have an organ transplant."

Hawke said coldly: "Go on."

Freddy did not dare to neglect it: "Since the New Year, the companies under the Ackerman family have been conducting comprehensive physical examinations under the pretext of welfare or charity, but Hh blood type is rare, and organ transplant matching is even more difficult, and you happen to be suitable."

He took a few deep breaths and quickly evaded the request: "I am following orders and have to do it. Otherwise, I will lose my job, income, house, car and wife. Everything will be gone."

Hawke stared at him: "Speak to the point."

Freddy said it another way: "Bruce Derek and Barack Bernanke forced me to do it. If I didn't do it, they would fire me!"

Hawke knew that Bro Derick was the producer of the crew and asked, "Who is Barack Bernanke?"

Freddy said: "He is Jewish like me and Bro, and currently serves as the chairman of the Ackerman Charitable Foundation."

Hawke didn't feel the slightest bit of disobedience. The American Charity Foundation and organ donation and transplantation have always been a good match. He asked again, "Where are these two people?"

"Barack has already taken a plane back to Los Angeles." Freddy, who still had the illusion of survival, said, "When I left the set, Bro mobilized all the security guards of the crew. Can you kill someone under the protection of more than a dozen people? I have lost contact with him, and he will return to Los Angeles soon."

"Los Angeles!" Hawke nodded slightly.

It was too risky to go back to the crew, and since the billionaire Hollywood crew was filming in Provo, it wouldn't be hard to affect the local police department and city hall.

Moreover, his fat body is not in the best condition.

Hawke originally planned to develop in Los Angeles, and now their destination is the same.

Freddy evaded again: "Really, they forced me to do it. I have no grudge against you..."

Hawke put away the dagger and pulled out the white man's Glock.

Freddy yelled, "You swore to God you would let me go!"

Hawke said nothing more, shot Freddy in the head, picked up the loot, and walked towards the parking lot.

On the hillside, the wafting smell of blood attracted more coyotes. Seeing the dangerous two-legged beasts leave, they walked down one after another.

Hawke first put the things in the pickup truck, then searched the Mercedes carefully, and found Freddy's wallet in the storage box, which also contained a lot of cash.

He took the cash and threw away everything else, then found a green barrel of gasoline in the trunk.

Just then, the pickup truck was running out of gas, so Hawke filled up the car and checked the captured spoils one by one.

He even disassembled the two Glock pistols and checked them to make sure there were no positioning or tracking devices.

As for the Mercedes, Hawke heard from David today that the crew rented ten Mercedes-Benz cars, and most of them were equipped with GPS positioning.

The pickup truck turned around and headed back.

At the foot of the hill, the coyote’s squid feast began.

Hawke turned back onto the road and, instead of going to Provo, continued north.

Heavy snow fell, burying the remaining traces.

Halfway along the way, they were near Utah Lake. There was no one nearby and Hawke stopped the car. He found a plastic bag, put the clean revolver, the fired Glock, the blood-stained jacket and other things that needed to be discarded in it, put some iron blocks and stones in the bag, sealed the plastic bag, climbed up the cliff-like lake shore, and threw the bags into the deep lake.

He continued walking north and entered the northern town of Hailan before dark.

The snow was lighter here, so the pickup truck drove around the city and finally stopped on the outskirts of a black community.

Nearby, there is a car dismantling plant run by black people.

Hawke packed up his personal belongings, cleaned up the traces, and left on foot.

Given the moral character of the black guys, they will definitely help "deal with" the car.

As soon as the snow stopped, a few black men set their sights on the pickup truck. After observing it for several times, they decisively pried open the door. However, the pickup truck was too old and needed to be remodeled if it was to be sold. The cost of the renovation was too high and it might not be able to recover the cost.

The old blacks unanimously agreed to send the car for dismantling.

Hawke had already hitchhiked and arrived in Midway late at night. He went into a small supermarket on the outskirts of the city and bought many things including a coat and food.

It was cold and snowing, and there were few people outside, so he found an old house with no lights on. After observing for a while and making sure there was no one inside, he climbed over the wall, opened the back door, and rested in the room for the night.

After more than ten hours of hard work, Hawke was tired.

At dawn, a whistling sound was heard. Hawke immediately woke up, sat up from the sofa, and aimed the gun in his hand at the place where the sound came from.

In the dim light of day, he discovered that it was windy outside.

Hawke was no longer sleepy. He checked the front and back of the house and found nothing unusual. He simply washed up, picked up the things he bought last night, and sat down in front of the dressing table.

He fetched a razor and foam, shaved off all the beard on his face, then took out the Hawke-Osmond driver's license he had obtained from the cabin, and based on the hairstyle in the photo, used an electric hair clipper and scissors to cut off the messy long hair and cut it into a short buzz cut.

Next, Hawke trimmed his eyebrows, mixed the hair dye, and dyed his hair and eyebrows the black shown in the photo.

Without the messy brown beard and hair, and with slightly adjusted eyebrows and expression, he seemed like a different person.

"Hello, I'm Hawke Osmond." Hawke kept adjusting his tone of voice, approaching the pronunciation habits of the Wyoming people he had heard in his previous life: "My name is Hawke Osmond, and I'm from Wyoming."

When you go out, your identity is given by yourself.

Hawke thought of the Jews who were going to kill him, so he put on a pair of large-framed plain glasses and said calmly and elegantly, "My favorite dish is fried squid."

The person in the dressing mirror is no longer decadent and messy, but simple and unpretentious.

Hawke pinched his face and patted his slightly protruding belly, realizing that he must lose weight and change his body shape.

He put away the driver's license on the dressing table, took out the one belonging to Downing Ward, cut it into pieces with scissors, put it into a biscuit tin along with the shaved hair, burned it to ashes, and poured it down the toilet and flushed it into the sewer.

Hawke had a simple meal of sandwiches and sausages he had bought the previous night, then he opened the map and looked at it for a while. He decided to keep changing his clothes, taking rides and changing places over the next few days, while also losing weight and slimming his face and practicing his Wyoming accent.

He is going to Los Angeles with a completely new look, identity and persona.

But to do this, you need dollars.

Hawke opened his wallet and took out all the cash. In addition to the original $17, he also seized some cash from Freddy and the other two. He currently had $472 left.

This amount of money is not enough to make a big splash.

And the main course was four extra large squids.

24 hours after rebirth, making money is still urgent.

Hawke stared at the map, thinking about how to get the money.

It would be best if it could be combined with the creation of the "Hawk Osment" character.

Hawke's eyes fell on the nearby Park City. David mentioned yesterday that the Sundance Film Festival was about to begin.

In his previous life, he worked in online public opinion control and was familiar with the Sundance Film Festival, which is one of the largest independent film festivals in North America and attracts a large number of media and movie fans to watch films every year.

There are thousands of outsiders, and it is not easy to attract attention.

The large number of speculators makes it easy to find opportunities.

Hawke thought carefully for a while, remembered some operations that could make money at the film festival, and decided to go to the Sundance Film Festival.

He cleaned up the traces carefully and left.

(End of this chapter)