The Wolf of Los Angeles

[Chapter 237: The Death of Tim and Coulson]

Tim Wilson, his willpower shattered, revealed a lot of information, including details about BlackRock and Douglas Coster.

The extreme measures BlackRock resorted to sounded quite insane, but Hawke didn't feel shocked. He remembered the capital games he had seen online in his past life. These actions concealed colossal interests worth billions, if not tens of billions of dollars.

Notably, this didn't just involve him -- there had been instances where a business competitor's entire family had been wiped out.

In the warehouse, Hawke repeated his questions, clarifying most of the details. Whatever he couldn't glean, Tim clearly didn't know, prompting Guti to pause the interrogation.

He briefly communicated with Erika, "BlackRock's San Francisco office planned this operation. The person in charge was Douglas Coster, who got approval from BlackRock's headquarters. This involved numerous Democratic Party members. Tim Wilson and Coulson were the executors."

Erika followed up on Hawke's point, "We have two options moving forward. One is to pursue the official route to resolve this, which means the situation might spiral out of our control. The other is to take matters into our own hands."

Her voice was calm, but it carried a deadly intent, "Since they are ready to kill, they should also be ready to be killed."

Hawke had never been one to play by the rules, especially when his life was genuinely at stake. He stated firmly, "They all deserve to die."

Erika turned to Hawke, "Whatever you decide to do, I'm with you."

Hawke believed these bastards deserved death but would never underestimate their power. He said, "We should deal with them in three phases: immediate, mid-term, and long-term."

This was one of the reasons Erika liked Hawke; he didn't let anger cloud his judgment. He remained sharp, noting, "Our immediate target is Tim and Coulson -- the actual executors. Since they dared to act, they must be prepared to meet God. Then there's Douglas Coster, who planned it all. Finally, we have BlackRock and their Democratic allies. These aren't enemies we can just take out easily."

Erika added, "Jennifer is fine, but the FBI is unreliable. They've recently brought in a new deputy director from the Democratic Party."

Hawke nodded subtly, "I'll handle my own affairs."

...

Not far away, Tim Wilson slowly raised his head, looking at Hawke and Erika. The couple seemed calm and detached, not like good people.

Tim suddenly felt like he was in grave danger and shouted, "I have more to say! I have more to say!"

Hawke turned to him and shouted, "Hurry up."

Tim had already spilled everything he could and couldn't offer anything useful beyond meaningless repetitions.

...

Hawke motioned for Raul to come over, whispering instructions to him to take cash and head to Tijuana. He had previously worked with an organization there while dealing with Robert Downey Jr.

As long as they had money, they could provide identity information and general location; the rest was easy to resolve.

Erika had already used her connections, tracing Coulson's whereabouts based on Tim's information. The man had used Tim's passport to escape to Puerto Rico.

...

By noon, Raul drove away from the seaside warehouse, heading south straight for the U.S.-Mexico border.

Soon, a yacht set sail from a nearby dock, venturing into the vast depths of the Pacific Ocean; it only slowed down after reaching international waters.

People aboard the yacht continuously threw out pieces of bloody meat, attracting more and more sharks.

A bloodied human-shaped object was tossed into the sea, disappearing amidst the frenzy of a dozen sharks fighting over it.

The crew carefully cleared all traces, returning leisurely.

The sharks, having had their meal, soon scattered.

In this world, there was no longer anyone by the name of Tim Wilson.

...

San Francisco, Bay Area.

In a bowling alley, Peter Thiel, the CEO of Clarium Capital Management, walked out of the locker room toward his old buddy Reid Hoffman.

As he strolled, he said, "We just got word from Los Angeles that there was a car bombing in Covina yesterday, and Hawke Osment was caught up in it."

Hoffman immediately guessed, asking, "Is Hawke Osment dead?"

"No," Peter Thiel replied quickly. "My old friend Brian Ferguson was with him. They barely escaped the blast and were shot at by multiple gunmen afterward."

Hoffman was astonished. "They survived? That's a miracle."

Peter Thiel laughed, "Not just survived; Hawke Osment fought back and killed all five gunmen on the spot!"

Hoffman's bowling ball fell from his hand, nearly crushing his own foot. Even though he was well-versed in such dealings, he was still shaken, "When did the business world let in such a monster?"

Peter Thiel picked up a bowling ball, approached the lane, and bowled perfectly, knocking down all ten pins with a satisfying clatter.

"Nice shot!" Hoffman exclaimed as he retrieved the fallen ball.

Peter Thiel clapped his hands, saying, "With Hawke Osment's temperament, being attacked like this would surely incite a fierce backlash. He has the support of the Ferguson family; BlackRock is about to face trouble."

Hoffman asked, "This situation isn't what we expected. When do we enter?"

"Now," Peter Thiel decided. "BlackRock used the fiercest tactics possible. Hawke Osment's about to retaliate, and he needs allies."

As an investor, he was inclined towards the opportunity that benefitted him most: "The time for us to get involved has arrived."

Hoffman immediately pulled out his phone, "I'll get a plane ready; we'll head over right away."

Peter Thiel nodded, "Let's leave today."

The two Silicon Valley investment giants seized the moment, ready to join the Twitter investment battle.

...

Puerto Rico, San Juan.

A flight from Tijuana landed at the international airport.

Four Latinos exited the terminal, pretending to be Mexican tourists on vacation. They rented two cars from a nearby used car dealership.

One particularly attractive woman made a phone call, stating, "I think we've confirmed his location. He's at the Bell Hotel."

The leader said, "Hurry up, wrap this up soon. I need to get back tomorrow; my niece is getting married and I need to attend the wedding."

Another person reminded, "The intel provided suggests this man has worked as a private detective and may be cautious. Be careful during the operation."

The four split into two groups, driving to the Bell Hotel near San Jose Church.

...

The woman and a man pretended to be a couple and checked into the same room. The other two each took separate rooms.

They quickly found Coulson's whereabouts.

...

By the hotel pool, Coulson, wearing swim trunks, sat under a sun umbrella, sipping a cold drink and chatting and laughing with a woman at his table.

"So, you closed a big deal and made a fortune?" Elano asked.

Even though the plan had failed, Coulson had gotten his money and was in a great mood, "That's right! I flew in from L.A. specifically to invite you on a global trip with me."

He was feeling particularly generous, "I'll cover all expenses."

Elano perked up, "I just need to bring myself, right?"

Coulson reached out for her hand, "Darling, you just need to bring yourself; I'll take care of the rest."

Elano couldn't possibly refuse such an invitation, "Alright, I'll go."

Seeing he had charmed his dream woman, Coulson said, "Here's my plan: we'll start in Europe, ring in the new year in Northern Europe, maybe see the Northern Lights in Norway or Sweden, then head to Southern Europe and stay by the romantic Aegean Sea for a month..."

Just then, Elano's phone rang. She glanced at it, embarrassed, "I need to take this call; it's my agent."

Coulson smiled, "Please, go ahead."

Elano stood up, walking to a quieter area to take the call, stopping by the restroom.

That left Coulson alone.

He put down his drink and watched the bikini-clad beauties in the pool, contemplating whether he should propose to Elano during their trip.

A particularly alluring bikini woman walked by him.

With minimal fabric and an alluring figure, she drew the attention of whistlers around her.

The woman confidently strolled toward the pool; when someone called out to her, she smiled and nodded in acknowledgment.

Once she entered the pool, many men in swimsuits pretended to swim, joining her in the water.

But Coulson stayed put.

...

On the other side, three Mexican men spread across two tables were feeling somewhat disappointed.

However, they were patient hunters waiting for an opportunity.

Finally, the moment arrived.

Once Elano returned, Coulson chatted with her for a bit longer before needing to use the restroom from all the drinks.

...

The three Mexican men quietly followed him.

In no time, the three emerged from the restroom, passing by the pool while giving a knowing look to the alluring woman.

Understanding the cue, she shed her suitor's company and made her way to the locker room.

The trio didn't return to the hotel but drove away immediately.

Their hotel IDs were all fake.

Soon, the woman also departed alone.

...

Elano waited a few minutes, growing anxious as Coulson still hadn't returned.

Assuming he might have a longer bathroom break, she waited a bit longer, but he still didn't show.

After over ten minutes, Elano pulled out her phone to call him, but the call wouldn't connect.

She rushed to the men's restroom and found a "Cleaning, Do Not Enter" sign at the door.

However, Coulson had definitely gone in.

Gathering her courage, Elano crossed over the sign and walked inside, instantly catching a whiff of a strong metallic odor.

Inside the restroom, she discovered Coulson sprawled on the floor, surrounded by blood, with multiple stab wounds in his chest and abdomen -- he had been stabbed over twenty times.

"There's been a murder!" Elano screamed, "Murder! Murder!"

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