The Wolf of Los Angeles.

The sudden appearance of the cargo made the atmosphere in the hunting team tense.

Hawke and Erica, rifles in hand, chose cover.

Although they hope Duran and others will not be carried away, if the other party makes any unusual movements, they will shoot without hesitation.

These two guys are ruthless and have killed dozens of people.

Hunters who make hunting their profession kill too many large animals and lack respect for life.

Duran remembered that the plane dropped several orange emergency kits, and this was one of them.

Are the others also filled with goods?
If I get it and sell it, I can leave America and find a place to retire.

These thoughts came to his mind, and Duran subconsciously reached for the pistol at his waist.

When his hand touched the cool metal handle of the gun, he immediately pulled it back.

Duran turned his head and looked behind him. The man and woman were holding rifles with the muzzles lowered, standing next to a big tree twenty meters away.

There were a few more people behind them. Although Duran couldn't see them clearly, he knew that they must be carrying spears.

These things can not only clear the black bear's mind, but also help people calm down their impulsive emotions.

Duran's bearded face immediately broke into a smile, and he said, "The class card print that the bear ate might have come from here."

Hawke said, "This is none of our business, let's go."

Even though the gun was pointed at the ground, Erica's finger was on the trigger.

Duran had regained consciousness. He glanced at the two assistants who were drooling over the first aid kits and warned them, "There are too many of these things. They must be made by a large drug trafficking organization. Those bastards who transport drugs across the border are all desperate criminals. Let's leave quickly!"

Lemmer couldn't help but say, "Boss, let's take as many bags as we can."

Hawke glanced at Erica and said, "Let's go first."

Erica nodded slightly.

The two men retreated with guns in hand, still staring at Duran and the other two.

Duran said to his two assistants again: "Let's go!"

Not everyone has a clear understanding. Lemmer took off his coat, threw himself on the ground, and put bags of things on it: "Boss, there is no one here. If we meet someone, it will be ours. This money can be more than what we have earned in the past ten years!"

Another assistant said, "It's enough for three people!"

"You are crazy!" Duran turned around and left, reminding them, "We can't grasp this kind of wealth!"

The two men gathered together without even raising their heads.

Duran had no choice but to say, "I'll leave a car for you."

Lemmer looked up and said, "We'll leave you a copy, Boss."

Duran pretended not to hear and quickened his pace, chasing after Hawke and Erica.

When Hawke and Erica came out of the woods and arrived at the convoy's location, the bodyguards who stayed behind had already loaded the black bear's body into the bed of another pickup truck.

At the same time, a tarpaulin is covered on the truck bed.

Raul asked, "Shall we withdraw now?"

Hawke said loudly without hesitation: "Get in the car, everyone!"

He and Erica got in the back of the pickup truck with the alligator in it, and Raul got in the driver's seat.

At the edge of the woods, Duran ran out panting and shouted to Hawke, "Wait for me! Wait for me!"

In another pickup truck, Morientes took out a gun and pointed it at Duran.

Duran came to Hawke's car window and said, "Leave one car, I'll go with you."

Hawke glanced over to the woods and saw that no one had come out. He pointed to the passenger seat and said, "Get in the car."

Duran quickly got on the passenger seat.

The group drove up in a total of four trucks, one of which had a crane on the back, and the other two carried a black bear and an American alligator, respectively.

The empty one stayed.

Three pickup trucks roared their engines and headed back the way they came.

Duran grabbed the handrail above his head and asked, "Do we need a hunting company to come over to pick us up?"

Hawke said, "No, let's go straight back."

Duran said no more.

This area is uninhabited, and further ahead is a hunting reserve, which is a bit far from the starting town of Kissimmee.

Three pickup trucks turned off the difficult dirt road and onto a poorly maintained and bumpy highway. After driving for more than an hour, seven or eight black SUVs came towards them.

All vehicles have DEA logos spray-painted on them.

That is the abbreviation for the Drug Enforcement Administration under the Ministry of Justice.

Watching the DEA convoy passing by and thinking of the goods in the orange-red first aid kits, Duran's face turned extremely ugly. Those two bastards were still in the woods.

If they had only taken one package of goods, they would have had enough time to leave.

I was afraid that the two of them would be too greedy and after finishing their one bag, go look for other ones.

Duran has already given the necessary advice.

Now, all he can say is God bless.

Hawke watched the convoy go away and said, "DEA? Going for those things? When did they become so efficient?"

"In the early years, the DEA was quite dedicated, but in recent years, their level of responsibility is touching." Erica said self-deprecatingly: "The sense of responsibility is comparable to that of the LAPD."

Hawke said: "It's not the DEA that's in charge, it looks like it's some other organization."

Duran interrupted, "Could it be the FBI?" Erica said casually, "It could also be the CIA."

Duran nodded repeatedly. "I've heard that the CIA uses the convenience of their jobs to traffic drugs. A friend who works at the Orlando Police Department told me that the CIA is usually present behind the largest drug trafficking organizations in South America and Mexico."

Erica said: "This is one of the traditional skills of the CIA."

Compared to the LAPD, which is good at framing people and collecting bribes, the CIA has more traditional skills.

Hawke said to Duran: "If it is really the CIA, your two assistants are in trouble."

Duran sighed: "I have already advised them, but in front of a large amount of goods that can be converted into money, if I say too much, they might turn hostile."

Hawke said no more and looked out the window.

The three pickup trucks soon returned to Kissimmee.

Erica called the hunting company and arranged to meet at the taxidermy area in Orlando.

Hawke wants to put Duran down.

The bearded man said, "I'll go to Orlando with you guys and stay at the cooperative company for a few days. It's safer there."

Hawke nodded slightly and told the convoy not to stop in Kissimmee and go directly to Orlando.

The convoy of pickup trucks passed through Kissimmee and turned onto the highway to Orlando.

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At the junction of the woods and wetlands, Lemmer and another assistant were walking out of the woods.

Relying on the experience of hunting and guiding in the wild with Duran in the past few years, the two followed the black bear's footprints and soon found another orange-red first aid kit.

But the bag was torn even more severely, and most of the white powder was scattered on the ground.

However, the two were lucky and found another first aid kit nearby, which was full of goods.

Lemmer was grinning from ear to ear. He didn't feel tired after being busy for most of the day. He followed his companions and left the woods carrying his bag.

"Don't you know some gang members in Orlando?" Lemmer said to his companion as they walked, "Go find him when you get back. It doesn't matter if the price is low. We should sell it quickly and leave Florida after getting the money."

The companion nodded and asked, "The boss's share?"

Lemmer did not answer, but asked: "Didn't Duran give up on his own initiative?"

The companions were stunned for a moment, but soon figured it out. If they gave away one less portion, they could get one more.

The two men walked out of the woods and saw the pickup truck.

Lemmer knew Duran very well. He knew that he was a man with the intention and courage of a thief, but he was not big enough and was very sentimental.

Duran would definitely leave a car if asked.

Suddenly, five strong men with rifles appeared from the other side of Pi's car. The leader shouted, "DEA, put your hands up, let me see your hands!"

The others pointed their guns at the two men.

Lemmer was startled, and seeing the automatic fire, he quickly let go of the bag in his hand and raised his hands high.

His companions were not slower than him at all, and he was afraid that if he was a little slower, he would be shot to death by the other side.

"We are not drug dealers." Lemmer raised his hands and quickly explained: "We are professional hunters..."

The man who was shouting didn't listen at all and pulled the trigger directly.

The other four men, wearing DEA uniforms, opened fire without hesitation.

After a burst of gunfire, Lemer and the other man were lying on the ground, deader than dead.

The DEA leader gave the order: "Get everyone here, find a place with alligators, and throw them into the water."

Another person picked up the intercom and called for help.

The off-road vehicle convoy drove over quickly.

Someone went over to look through the orange-red emergency kits and clothing packages, searched the two people, and said, "Some of the goods are missing."

The leader pulled out a GPS tracker and the screen showed where the other bags had landed.

The men collected the goods, threw the people into the water in the distance, and went into the woods to look for the remaining packages.

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In a factory south of Orlando, workers are busy unloading black bears and American alligators.

Hawke shook hands with the company manager who came to greet him and said directly: "Both of these will be made into specimens and sent to Los Angeles."

The client paid enough money, and the manager said that everything was not a problem: "We will start the work today. The crocodile and the black bear are quite large, and the black bear still has wounds that need to be repaired. It is expected to take at least one and a half months to complete."

Hawke said, “Okay.”

The manager asked again, “Is there anything else we can do?”

Hawke thought for a moment and said, "We need to buy some local souvenirs."

The manager quickly led the way: "Please go this way."

Hawke and Erica followed him to the front sales area.

The two of them each bought some local products, and flew from Orlando that night to Miami to enjoy the sun, beach and sea.

Perhaps the leader of the Curse Cult did not have a bad mouth. During this trip to Florida, Hawke and Erica did not encounter any other accidents except for encountering traffickers who used airplanes to airdrop orange-red first aid kits. Everything went smoothly.

After staying in Miami for three days, the two set off on their return journey to Los Angeles.

Erica also asked around and heard no rumors about the DEA and traffickers in the Orlando area.

The two of them immediately put this matter behind their minds. (End of this chapter)