The Wolf of Los Angeles

Chapter 7: Classified News

Five days later, in Salt Lake City.

Hawk, dressed in a gray suit and carrying a black briefcase, entered the "Jazz" internet café. He ordered a coffee and sat down at a computer to go online.

From his suit and leather shoes to his briefcase and phone, everything was cheap second-hand finds.

Compared to a few days ago, Hawk's previously bloated face had slimmed slightly, and his overall demeanor had changed dramatically.

He had transformed from a scruffy, overweight, and disheveled man into an average office worker entering the corporate world.

On the street, he was just another face in the crowd.

In the past few days, Hawk had traveled back and forth between various places, his sleep always shallow and easily disturbed by the slightest sound. The "curse" of dinosaur blood had become his original sin.

Unless he dealt with those bastards, peaceful sleep would remain out of reach.