The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Upon hearing Andrei's words, Garcia took it very seriously and asked, "What happened?"

Andrei explained roughly, “The Indian peacekeeping force’s camp is not far from our base in Damajing. South Sudanese people from there often come over and have heard about some things.”

His expression turned strange: "According to them, the corpses of monkeys, baboons and orangutans are thrown out of the Indian army camps from time to time. Without exception, these animals died from ruptured intestines."

Even the well-informed Garcia's expression changed.

Andrei continued, "I secretly investigated with my men and found that the South Sudanese were being too conservative. It wasn't just apes that died; there were also porcupines, honey badgers, ostriches, and hyenas among the creatures that died."

Garcia felt a strange sense of horror: "They all died from ruptured intestines?"

“Yes.” Andrei nodded, a hint of shock still in his eyes: “Among these animal carcasses, there were also some abandoned, disused exhaust pipes.”

Garcia said with utmost seriousness, “Tell the brothers to be careful in their actions and not to get caught by the Indians.”

He quietly opened a hidden compartment in the van, took out a hand grenade, and put it in his pocket.

In case of any unforeseen circumstances, I would rather die than be captured alive by the Indians.

Everyone says there is great terror between life and death, but Indians are even more terrifying.

The person in the passenger seat took out a phone and notified everyone via Twitter's encrypted group chat feature.

Andrei then got to the point: "We came in a hurry this time and didn't bring any weapons or equipment. Are there any preparations here?"

Garcia said, "We brought it in in batches from the very beginning of this acquisition; you have everything you need."

The car arrived in Surrey and drove directly into an office building not far from the University of Surrey.

This is the premises that Flower Butterfly Company purchased in the name of an overseas foundation.

Once the acquisition of the satellite company is completed, extremely strict security measures will be required, and a branch office will need to be established in the Butterfly area.

Andrei brought twelve skilled men with him, who arrived one after another.

Including those led by Garcia and González, the elite armed security personnel numbered over thirty.

There are still some people, but they can't be mobilized; they're all keeping an eye on those engineers.

Having technology is not enough; you also need people who understand the technology and can turn it into industrial productivity.

On the basement floor of the branch office, there are more than 20 cars of different models and styles, including two specially modified drone signal command vehicles.

The original underground vault has long been converted into an armory.

Automatic rifles, sniper rifles, machine guns, and pistols were all available, and even grenades, stun grenades, and rocket launchers were prepared.

Andrei picked up an AKM, removed the empty magazine, glanced at it, and asked, "How exactly do we do it?"

Garcia took out photos of the three men and pasted them on the metal wall of the vault, saying, "These are photos of the targets. We need to capture this man named Wenner alive, but the other two are irrelevant, whether they live or die."

Andrei nodded, leaned against the weapons cabinet, and said, "Killing them is easy, capturing them alive is difficult."

“Don’t let your guard down, they brought bodyguards.” Garcia recounted in detail what he had observed through the drone and what he had learned from the follow-up investigation: “These people are very likely retired soldiers from India, and elite troops at that.”

Upon hearing this, Andrei recalled the Indian peacekeeping soldiers he had met in Africa, who were said to be selected from the best of the best...

But he heeded Garcia's words and said, "On the plains, even a pride of lions will use all their strength to catch a hare."

Garcia said, "I have a plan in place, and it is being implemented."

He then took out several more photos, one of a bearded Black woman in drag, or perhaps more accurately, a drag queen.

Andrei asked, "Is this also an Indian?"

“No, this is a transvestite.” Garcia pointed to Wenner’s photo and said, “After Wenner came to London, he met this guy through the Sugarbao website and went to his apartment twice in just one week.”

Andrei understood immediately: "You've taken care of this transvestite?"

Garcia said, "My men have him under control and can use his Sugar Baby account to contact Wenner at any time. When Wenner comes over, we'll control him from above, you guys take care of his bodyguards from below, and then we'll use Wenner to take care of the other two people."

Andrei thought it was feasible: "I think it's possible, let's give it a try. We're equipped with drones, so we have an absolute advantage in terms of information."

Garcia glanced at his watch, then began mobilizing personnel and issuing orders.

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Stone Castle Business Club, Guildford.

A private meeting had just ended, and Jones, representing the West Coast Investment Fund, shook hands with the bald old man: "Mr. Taylor, we are very sincere."

Anthony Taylor smiled broadly, his words carrying a double meaning: "I appreciate your sincerity."

Jones asked, "What did we talk about today?"

Anthony Taylor said, "I will contact all executive committee members and convene the University of Surrey Board of Directors this week to decide on the relevant shareholding matters of the University of Surrey as soon as possible."

The old man was a conservative Englishman, Jones added: "We will definitely give priority to hiring outstanding British talents who have graduated from your school in related majors."

Anthony Taylor understood that this specifically referred to white British people, and immediately nodded, saying, "I appreciate your respect for the British."

Jones escorted Anthony Taylor downstairs and watched him get into his car and drive away.

Jessica came up from behind, took out her phone, and said, "Should I call the driver to bring the car over?"

Jones nodded: "Okay."

Jessica called and asked the driver to bring the car over.

As pedestrians passed by, Jones went to the sidewalk to wait for a car to come.

Two seemingly ordinary white men, dressed in suits, strolled leisurely among the passersby towards this location.

In a nearby car, an Indian man picked up a walkie-talkie and said, "This is Lahar, prepare for attack."

They had specifically observed that Jones was usually accompanied by only one driver and one bodyguard.

The other party is important because they are leading acquisition negotiations.

But it's not that important, because there are quite a few people like that in West Coast companies.

Lahar's target wasn't Jones, but Jones's bodyguard.

In the past few days, following Wenner's orders, they secretly observed the two engineers, and upon discovering that there were people around them, they immediately retreated.

Without dealing with those security personnel who are hiding their true intentions, it is impossible to achieve our goal.

The mere fact that the other party has called the police will cause a lot of trouble.

Satellite technology is inherently very sensitive; things that the UK and the US can do casually are things that India cannot.

Jones was waiting for his car when a white man in a suit, who was looking down and talking on the phone, bumped into him.

The white man's phone fell and shattered on the ground.

He picked up the phone and grabbed Jones's arm: "Give me back my phone!"

Jessica slapped his hand away and said, "You're the one who bumped into us!"

Another white man in a suit rushed over, also ready to attack.

Jones, who had risen to the position of assistant director of the West Coast Investment Fund, was no fool. Seeing this situation, he recalled the basic security training he had received at Butterfly Company.

He turned around and tried to run into the club, but the white man in the suit rushed up and grabbed his clothes.

A black Mercedes from nearby sped over and screeched to a halt.

In the passenger seat, bodyguard Jerris jumped out of the car, one hand on the hilt of his gun, the other pointing at the two white men. He simultaneously turned to the side, revealing his pistol, and shouted, "Stop! Get away from him now!" His public profession was bodyguard, and he held a special industry gun license in the UK.

The two white men immediately raised their hands and said, "Hey, guys, don't be impulsive, we're leaving right now."

Just then, Jones saw a van speeding towards them and warned, "Watch out!"

Jerry heard the sound of brakes, turned around and drew his gun.

A large van pulled up to the side of the road and screeched to a halt. The door opened, revealing a Taser and a dark-skinned Indian man.

Jerry acted decisively and immediately chose to fire.

bang bang bang-

Glock 17 firing in rapid succession.

The Indians in the car hadn't expected him to be so decisive, nor had they anticipated that the simple task would suddenly become so difficult.

Other special forces tend to underestimate the enemy's strength, but the Indian Black Cats do the opposite.

These people, who come from what is known as Asia's most powerful and mysterious special forces, have inherited the fine traditions of the Black Cat.

They underestimated the difficulties, formulated hasty plans, and reacted slowly on-site…

Amidst the gunfire and splattering blood, three Indians exposed through the car door were shot.

The two hired British white thugs fled in panic.

Jones and Jessica, both Americans, immediately dropped to the ground, their skill astounding.

With Jerry's magazine almost empty, the driver of the Mercedes, also from the Flower Butterfly family, shifted into reverse and stepped on the gas.

The black sedan suddenly reversed and crashed hard into the front of the van.

The violent collision caused the Indian, who was eager to retaliate, to lose his balance, and the bullet fired in retaliation struck the back of the driver's seat.

The Indian driver swayed violently, and blood splattered all over the windshield.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Jerry quickly changed the pistol magazine and fired a rapid-fire shot into the car.

Inside the Mercedes, the driver shifted gears and turned the steering wheel, causing the car to make a rapid U-turn.

In a car on the other side of the road, Lahar rolled down the window and fired repeatedly at the Mercedes with his pistol.

Gunfire erupted on both sides of the road, and the Indians in the van were also retaliating.

The black Mercedes-Benz body was riddled with bullet holes.

People of Jones' rank naturally wouldn't be entitled to the privilege of wearing armored vehicles.

But the Mercedes didn't stop; it turned around and crashed into the van.

The van had a high center of gravity and was on the curb on the other side. It was violently hit by the Mercedes and overturned.

Seeing this, Lahar immediately displayed the fine tradition of Indian soldiers, stepping on the gas pedal. The car shot off like an arrow and quickly disappeared from sight.

On the sidewalk, Jones, who was lying on the ground, took out his phone, called Garcia, listened to a few words, and then immediately called the police after hanging up.

Jessica stared at the overturned van, the bullet holes in it, and smelled the smoke and blood. She was stunned for a moment.

She never expected things to turn out this way.

The two sides exchanged gunfire, and people died.

The Indians clearly promised that they would only detain people to obstruct negotiations...

Jerris was lucky; he glanced at the bullet piercing the hem of his tattered suit and could still feel the burning sensation on his waist. He held the gun in one hand, aimed it at the van, wiped his waist with the other, and shouted, "To the club!"

Jones got up from the ground, gripped his phone tightly, ran all the way to the club, took out a card, and shouted, "I'm your VIP member."

The security personnel, who were hiding behind the wall on one side of the door, glanced at Jones, opened the glass door, and let him and Jessica in.

Jerris pointed his pistol at the van and backed away step by step. He touched the burning pain in his waist and found no wound, which made him breathe a slight sigh of relief.

He pressed the radio button: "Vidal, is he still alive?"

A pained voice came through the earpiece: "Bad luck, shot in the shoulder, but won't die..."

At that moment, sirens blared, and two British police cars quickly approached.

After Jerris stepped back to a safe distance, he put down his pistol, took out his professional license and a special industry gun license from the UK, and held them above his head.

Jones has already made a call to Los Angeles.

…………

Los Angeles, Beverly Hills.

It was evening in America when Hawke received the news and immediately contacted Chief of Staff Andy Card.

The latter, already satiated with various forms of profit-sharing, immediately made a phone call to the UK.

Almost simultaneously, Erica informed Brian and Jennifer.

The governor of California also made a phone call to the UK.

A dozen minutes later, more accurate information came back to Hawke: Jones, representing the West Coast Investment Company, was unharmed, but the two bodyguards from the Butterfly Company responsible for his security had suffered a bullet wound to the shoulder and abrasions to the body.

Neither of them is in mortal danger.

Hawke dialed Campos's number: "Treat the injured person immediately. Don't worry about the money. I'll allocate a business jet for you to use to pick them up and bring them back to Los Angeles."

“Yes.” Campos replied directly without Hawke’s prompting, “Garcia has already made a move against the Indians.”

Hawke gave the order directly: "Apart from the target I want, everyone else is at your disposal."

"Understood." Campos hung up the phone.

…………

Just as the Stone Castle Club shooting was about to take place, Wenner, who had been idle recently, received a picture message from the drag queen.

She was wearing a short skirt and black stockings, and looked exceptionally alluring.

Wenner was filled with excitement and started a question-and-answer session on the Sugar Treasure website forum.

If a Black person is wearing black stockings, should it be called black stockings or flesh stockings?
Another picture of a Black drag queen was sent over, the kind that looks like a cute girl, followed by a text message.

"I'm only waiting for you today."

Looking at the picture, Wenner's Indian instincts took over, and he replied, "Wait for me, I'll be there in ten minutes."

He went out, called two Indian bodyguards, went downstairs, got into a Land Rover Defender, and headed to the apartment building in the Chelsea district.

The two kept exchanging messages on their phones during the journey.

In a fit of madness, Wenner even considered encouraging the other party to move to America, which was the Sugar Babies' home base.

Less than ten minutes later, the car stopped downstairs at the apartment building, and the bodyguards accompanied Wenner upstairs and stood guard at the elevator entrance.

Wenner had been there twice before and knocked on the sturdy security door with practiced ease.

The drag queen opened the door and gave Wenner a big hug.

An Indian bodyguard peeked out from the elevator lobby, and seeing nothing amiss, went back to wait. (End of Chapter)