The Wolf of Los Angeles-Chapter 355 - : It’s Time to Root Out the Problem

[Chapter 355: It's Time to Root Out the Problem]

In the desert valley of Chihuahuan Desert, Mexico, several off-road vehicles were parked.

Campos immediately directed his crew to climb to a nearby high point to set up lookout posts.

Hawke stood beside one of the vehicles and instructed Raul and Guti, "Drag him into the weathered stone forest and tie him up."

Buddy Ackerman, who had been silent and playing dead in the vehicle, quickly chimed in, "Look, my friend, no matter our past issues, let's talk this through calmly. I can offer you terms that will definitely satisfy you."

Hawke waved his hand dismissively at the two men.

Raul and Guti dragged Buddy toward the stone forest.

Hawke pulled out a knife and wiped it on his sleeve.

Erica grabbed his arm, saying, "I'll go with you."

Hawke nodded silently and walked toward the rocky pile.

The area was strewn with weathered rocks, with debris and gravel scattered across the ground. Occasionally, resilient cacti grew among them, their long spikes glinting in the sunlight.

Raul and Guti tied Buddy to a rock and, upon seeing Hawke's signal, picked up their guns and left.

Erica climbed up onto a nearby tall rock, telling Hawke, "You go ahead, I'll stay here and keep watch."

The distance was enough to see them but not to hear their conversation.

...

Without wasting words, Hawke swiftly approached, sitting on a stone two meters away from Buddy and sizing him up.

Buddy looked to be in his sixties, with thinning gray hair forming a receding hairline. His prominent features, especially his big nose, reflected classic Jewish traits.

Hawke had become quite skilled at making Calamari. He had already eliminated a few others before. He had even captured Melissa and Sean for a little game of confinement.

While the squid game was unpleasant, at that moment, Buddy was far more distasteful.

Buddy immediately adopted the standard rich person's approach: "My friend, I'm unsure of what our past conflicts are, but all issues can be settled with money."

Hawke knew full well that wealthy individuals never kept all their assets in one place. After all, he had done the same when he came into money.

"I've seen the news from California; the Ackerman family is finished," Hawke remarked with a cold laugh. "Your company and properties have all been seized by the FBI."

Buddy asked, "You came from California?"

Hawke did not reply, instead sharpening the knife beside the rock. He peeled away the skin of a cactus and, gloved, snapped off the plant, walking toward Buddy with it.

He pulled off one of the cactus's sharp spines and pressed it against Buddy's big nose, pushing it in.

Buddy cried out in pain as blood gushed from his nose.

Hawke stated, "The rules are simple; I ask questions, and you must answer. If you ask questions, you will face punishment."

Blood from Buddy's nose dripped down.

"To make sure you remember, let's deepen your impression," Hawke said, grabbing the cactus and smacking Buddy's face with it.

The spines left multiple marks on Buddy's face.

Buddy, not accustomed to this kind of pain, felt his face contort with agony.

Hawke tossed away the cactus and sat back down on the stone, declaring, "Since you're talking about money, that implies you still have it. Give it to me, and I'll make your death quick and painless."

Buddy could only think of one possibility: these people were pursuing him due to political conflicts.

Ignoring the burning pain on his face, Buddy responded, "You're doing dirty work for politicians. Do you think they'll let you go? You'll be silenced soon enough!"

Hawke cut off another piece of cactus and pressed it against the other side of Buddy's face, insisting, "Speak, and your death might be more comfortable."

Blood trickled down to Buddy's lips as he shouted, "Just kill me!"

Hawke pulled out his knife, saying, "I've watched footage from your clubs, where you skinned dozens of underage kids alive..."

He cut through one of Buddy's ropes and straightened his left hand. "I learned a thing or two from this style of work."

Buddy attempted to struggle, but his strength was inconsequential against Hawke; he was like a child.

...

In the distance, Erica faintly heard a horrific scream and glanced back.

With great vision, she noticed Buddy Ackerman's hand was now drenched in blood.

"Stop! Stop!" Buddy couldn't take it anymore.

Hawke paused and inquired, "What did you say?"

"I'll tell you; just give me a quick death!"

Buddy had no doubt that the bastard in front of him would engage in unspeakable acts.

He revealed the details of a secret UBS account, complete with passwords and payment codes.

Hawke memorized it all, picked up his knife, and continued.

Buddy cried, "We had a deal!"

Hawke coldly replied, "There's more."

Buddy remained silent.

To prevent Buddy from losing consciousness from pain or excess adrenaline, Hawke retrieved a syringe from his bag and injected the contents into Buddy. "This will keep you awake, intensifying your sensory experience so you won't black out..."

Buddy recognized the description all too well.

Hawke intentionally remarked, "Oh, and I forgot to mention, the syringe comes from your Avalon Club."

At those words, Buddy spat out a mouthful of blood, "You can't treat me like those animals!"

Hawke couldn't help but laugh, pointing at the nearby Mexican men, saying, "Your club and medical center have killed the most Mexicans. They'd be quite interested in your fate; if I called them over, your ass would be finished."

He pulled out a walkie-talkie, about to press the button.

"Don't! I'll tell you!" Buddy quickly disclosed another UBS account number, password, and payment code, stressing, "That's the last one!"

Hawke took out a satellite phone for verification, finding it all good.

These two accounts held substantial funds, amounting to hundreds of millions.

...

Buddy had been involved in heinous activities, obviously not wanting to die. Seeing the greed in Hawke, he pleaded, "Spare my life! The knowledge in my head, my business secrets, are worth far more!"

He emphasized, "I can help you earn billions in the stock market, turning you from a pawn into a kingmaker!"

Hawke tucked away the satellite phone.

Buddy continued, "We have no personal animosities. You've gotten so much money already; why not..."

Hawke sighed lightly, "You've got it wrong. I don't serve anyone; this is all personal revenge."

"We only target the poor and the downtrodden!" Buddy was confused, wondering why those lower-class people could mobilize such armed forces.

Hawke chuckled, "It's simple; you once wanted to turn me into a blood bag. I just got lucky and escaped. This debt needs settling; I hold grudges -- there's always a price to pay, else I'd be depressed my entire life."

Buddy tried to recall the situation, but his perceived supremacy prevented him from remembering any 'small' people.

Suddenly, Buddy felt a sharp pain in his wrist -- the bastard across from him had cut his wrist open.

Hawke quickly did the same to Buddy's other wrist.

Draining blood from someone else, all to the last drop.

To prevent the condemned man from dying too easily, Hawke continued, "By killing you, this hatred concludes, but to avoid your descendants seeking revenge, which is too troublesome, I've captured Melissa and Sean and locked them up."

He added, "Your sisters, nephews, and nieces -- FBI won't let them live. They took your money, enjoyed the life of multimillionaires, so they have to accompany you to see God."

Buddy looked up, glaring at Hawke. "How dare you!"

Hawke replied, "No need to worry; I won't kill Sean or Melissa. I'll take good care of them and ensure they live long and healthy lives."

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Buddy realized from earlier comments that the bastard intended to use them as organ donors, and waves of sorrow crashed over him. "How could this happen? How could this happen..."

Hawke sat on the stone, watching blood flow from Buddy's hands, not knowing how many lives this blood had stemmed from.

Suddenly, Buddy yelled, "Let Melissa and Sean go! I beg you, let Melissa and Sean go!"

Hawke remained unmoved; once he decided on revenge, he naturally intended to leave no traces behind.

Buddy felt the vitality leaving him as blood continued to drip. His head grew foggy until he ultimately fell into darkness.

When Hawke noticed the blood had almost stopped flowing, he pulled out his handgun, aiming at Buddy's head, and began pulling the trigger.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three bullets struck the old squid's head, turning his big nose into a bloody hole.

Hawke spoke into the radio, "I fired the gun."

Erica stood up, gazing at Hawke.

...

Once Hawke confirmed Buddy was truly dead, he turned and headed back.

Strangely, he felt a wave of relief wash over him, an elation coursing through him far beyond the physical antics of intimacy.

Erica sensed Hawke's joy as she jumped down from the rock. "Is it all done over here?"

He took her hand and stretched his arm, feeling like someone who had just enjoyed a wonderfully restful night's sleep. "It's over; let's head back."

Together they walked back, encountering Campos. Hawke gestured toward the area where Buddy Ackerman's corpse lay.

Campos ordered Carlos and Garcia to bring a bucket of gasoline over; they set fire to the remains.

...

In the distance, a few cars approached as Bosque had called Campos ahead of time.

He arrived and stated, "Guatemala classified that as a gang conflict; let the local gangs handle the aftermath."

Hawke used the funds left in Buddy Ackerman's accounts to finish paying the Hurricane Mercenary Company.

Bosque grinned, his beard twitching. He said, "Boss, in the future, feel free to reach out for any tasks. Our service quality will absolutely satisfy you."

Hawke countered, "If you wish to expand, I can invest in Hurricane Company; you'd receive better protection."

Bosque wiped the smile from his face, responding, "Let me think on it."

Hawke pointed at Campos, saying, "Once you're set, contact him directly."

With that, they parted ways and began to disperse.

Campos stayed behind to clean up, ensuring everything was handled properly.

Hawke and Erica, along with their bodyguard, quietly returned to Los Angeles.

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