The Wolf of Los Angeles

[Chapter 111: Rules Are Meant to Be Trampled]

West Los Angeles, Artel Mountain Shooting Range.

With a brand-new AR-15 resting against his shoulder, Hawke took a moment to aim before squeezing the trigger. The semi-automatic rifle spat out a shell, and bullets flew from the muzzle, hitting the static target fifty meters away.

Soon, his magazine was empty.

Hawke ejected the empty clip and took off his earmuffs, asking Erica, who had also removed her earmuffs, "How did I do?"

Erica gave him a thumbs-up, "Perfect score!"

Hawke loaded another magazine, stating, "I was in Wyoming recently. I went up into the mountains to try it out. I only took five shots and killed four coyotes."

"I heard Wyoming is vast and sparsely populated, overrun by wildlife," Erica replied, putting on her earmuffs and loading her own AR magazine as she approached the shooting line. "Is your ranch being disturbed? I can help you out."

She raised her rifle, butt resting on her shoulder, and fired off the magazine faster than Hawke.