The Wolf of Los Angeles.

The drone flew around the apartment building, transmitting real-time footage to a nearby signal control vehicle.

Someone immediately reported to Igor: "The patrol is over, everything in the surrounding area is normal."

Igor picked up the walkie-talkie and said softly, "No abnormalities detected."

He received a response and told his subordinates, "Stay vigilant."

In the kitchen of the upstairs apartment, Garcia jumped down from under the counter, quietly opened the door, and glanced outside.

Isco, who had been keeping watch by the door, said, "They just went into the bedroom."

Garcia pulled out his pistol: "The time for watching the show is over. Go and take them under control."

Isco and the other three left the kitchen and quietly went to the bedroom door.

The bedroom door was open, and the Indian man named Wenner was kneeling on the carpet, licking...

Black drag queens did not undergo gender reassignment surgery.

The scene was so offensive that Isco couldn't stand it any longer. He rushed into the bedroom and, before Wenner could react, pressed the muzzle of a gun against the back of his head: "Hands up immediately, and don't make any unnecessary movements."

Several other men had already followed from behind, grabbed Wenner's arms, twisted them behind his back, pressed him to the ground, handcuffed him, and then searched him.

She took off all her clothes, watch, phone, and jewelry.

They even checked inside Wenner's hair.

Forced to strip naked, Wenner felt a little panicked: "No way, what are these people going to do?"

Wenner tried to struggle, but Isco pressed his gun against Wenner's: "Don't move. If it goes off accidentally, you can get sex reassignment surgery."

When the two guns clash, the one firing the metal bullet has the advantage.

Wenner quieted down: "Okay, I won't move, I won't move." But he didn't stop talking: "Who are you people? Why are you doing this?"

He struggled to turn his head and saw these people, each with a stiff facial expression, clearly wearing realistic headgear.

Isco didn't answer him. Instead, he said to the drag queen in black stockings, "Stay in the room and don't make a sound."

The drag queen smiled, revealing two neat rows of white teeth, and said, "I'll do whatever you say."

That being said, Isco still left one person behind to keep an eye on the drag queens.

Wenner was escorted into the living room by the two men.

Garcia sat on the sofa and gestured to the person opposite him: "Sit."

After Wenner sat down, he tried to free his hands, which were bound behind his back. He felt that in addition to the handcuffs, they were also tied with cable ties, making it impossible for him to break free.

With a gun pointed at him, he was extremely polite: "Gentlemen, just tell me what you want. As long as it's within my power, it's no problem."

Garcia didn't waste any words: "Bring in your two bodyguards."

Wenner's smile froze. The other party was clearly prepared; they had set a trap using the drag queen.

Isco pulled out a stun gun, pressed a button on it lightly, and sparks crackled as he said, "In five seconds, this thing will shock your gun."

Wenner broke out in a cold sweat. Having lived in Washington for many years and grown accustomed to comfort, he knew he couldn't withstand such torture.

"No, don't do it," Wenner said. "I'll do whatever you say."

In the elevator lobby outside, one of the bodyguards' phones rang. He took it out, answered it, listened for a few words, and said to his partner, "The boss has some urgent business and wants us to come over."

Another bodyguard said, "You're not going to make us join the game, are you?"

Others might have had reservations, but the Indians didn't care. The bodyguard, on the contrary, became interested: "Four people together? Good idea."

Another bodyguard chuckled and urged, "Come on, I've never played the role of a drag queen before."

The two arrived at the apartment and knocked on the door. The door opened from the inside, and the black drag queen smiled at them.

The sparse stubble, the swollen breasts, and the black flesh looked quite bizarre.

But for Indians who would even lay a hand on a lizard, this old black man was quite beautiful.

"Please come in." The Black woman in casual clothes stepped aside to enter the doorway.

Two bodyguards entered the room one after the other, and the black man closed the door.

With a muffled thud, the two men vaguely sensed something was wrong and realized that something had sprung up to their waists.

Two high-voltage electric batons were thrust into the waists of the two Indians almost simultaneously.

Under the impact of the high-voltage current, the two Indians collapsed.

The Black drag queen, far from being afraid, laughed and said, "Don't I have the talent of a secret agent?"

Garcia patted his shoulder with his gloved hand: "Leave England and go to North America."

The Black man nodded repeatedly: "I'm going to Los Angeles. I heard that it's very friendly to the LGBTQ community there, and it has truly achieved equality. It's the perfect place for people like us to live."

Garcia handed him a bag: "Watch your mouth from now on."

The Black man looked at the lifelike hoods they were wearing and said, "I've never seen you before."

While the two were talking, Isco and his men handcuffed the Indian man, gagged him, and dragged him into the bedroom.

Garcia's phone vibrated. He went to the balcony where the curtains were drawn and answered the call, only to find it was Jones calling.

Something went wrong over there.

After hanging up the phone, Garcia held his phone, thought for a moment, then returned to the sofa and nodded to Old Black.

Old Hei had just received a large sum of money and didn't want to be killed, so he picked up the sealing tape on the table, tore off two large pieces, and neatly stuck them on both ears.

As he walked to another bedroom, he said, "I can't hear anything."

Someone followed them, closed the door, and stood guard by it.

Garcia stared at Wenner and asked, "Were the Indians who attacked Jones your subordinates?"

“You are…” Wenner started to say, but then stopped himself: “No, I don’t know anything.”

Isco adjusted the stun gun to the lowest setting and pressed it directly against Wenner's leg.

Wenner felt something rush to his groin, and he urinated in a gush.

Garcia continued, "Answer me now."

“Yes, yes.” Wenner was a normal Indian man who didn’t want his brother to be crippled, so he quickly recounted the events of the past two days with Widi and Kumar.

Upon hearing that the attackers were from India's strongest Black Cat Special Forces, Garcia's expression changed. India is supposed to be a dominant power in South Asia, so how could its strongest special forces be of this caliber?

Two cars and seven men launched a surprise attack, while Jones was only accompanied by two elite bodyguards from the Flower Butterfly faction.

As a result, four Indians died, one was seriously injured, and two escaped.

If this were applied to counterterrorism, Black Cat would shock the whole world.

With one of his own men injured and hospitalized, Garcia, who was already determined to eliminate the group of Indians, became even more resolute and asked, "Where are your men?"

Wenner felt uneasy: "What do you want to do? I..."

“If you cooperate with me, I will let you live, or live fully.” Garcia remembered Hawke’s instructions: this Wenner had to be captured alive.

Wenner glanced at the stun gun dangling beside his legs and said, "What do you need me to do?"

The phone rang. Isco glanced at it, pointed at Wenner, and said, "It's his call."

Garcia retrieved his phone, placed it on the low table in front of Wenner, and asked, "Who called?"

“My man, Lahar,” Wenner said, “is the one who led the attack on Jones.” Garcia understood: “He wants to report to you.”

The call will automatically disconnect when the timer expires.

“Call him back in a bit and see what he has to say.” Garcia had an idea: “You just need to say okay, I understand, and I’ll let you know.”

Wenner nodded repeatedly and picked up his phone to call back.

The phone volume was turned up very high, and other people could hear it too.

Meanwhile, the people on the other side were reporting on the attack on Jones.

Wenner did as instructed and hung up the phone after listening.

Garcia didn't speak immediately. After considering for a moment, he whispered a few words to Isco.

Isco went to the balcony to make a phone call.

Garcia sat opposite him and said, "You've done a good job. Now I need you to continue cooperating with me. Once this is done, I'll send someone to take you to America."

Wenner, who had been panicking, immediately perked up: "Send me back to America? You promise?"

Garcia said, "I swear to God."

Wenner had no other choice: "Tell me what you need me to do."

“Your operation failed, which alerted me and my men,” Garcia said thoughtfully. “You have political connections and have been warned that the British government will take action against you. We’ve brought them to this safe house.”

He mentioned the name of a seaside resort club not far away.

The club went bankrupt due to mismanagement and was bought by a foundation from the Cayman Islands.

This is a safe house and escape route prepared by the Flower Butterfly Company. It is far from the residential area, relatively open, and has a dock and boats on one side.

In case of unforeseen circumstances, one can immediately depart by sea and cross the English Channel.

Wenner picked up his phone and called Widi and Kumar respectively, telling them that the situation was urgent and asking them to meet at the secret safe house, just as Garcia had instructed.

Then Lamar was notified and asked to take all the former Black Cat members to protect Vidy and Kumar as they went.

After hanging up the phone, Garcia checked the time and said, "Okay, let's go."

The group was prepared and stuffed the three captured people into an oversized suitcase.

Isco gave the old man an anesthetic injection, and once he fell into a deep sleep, the group quickly left.

A van was waiting at the back door of the apartment building.

Garcia hadn't forgotten to take Wenner's Land Rover with him.

The three cars quickly left London and headed southeast.

Meanwhile, several cars left Surrey and arrived near the beach on the southern outskirts of Dover.

The area is surrounded by private property for miles around, with no scenic views and few people visiting. The only building is a private fishing club.

However, the club had already gone bankrupt, and the original owner, along with the surrounding land, had all been put up for sale.

The convoy entered the club gates and, under Gonzalez's direction, circled around before driving the vehicles into the warehouse on the other side of the tidal flat.

On one of the trucks, the cabinet door was opened, and Andrei ordered his men to unload the weapons boxes.

Upon entering, he carefully observed the terrain and said, "Arm yourselves immediately, and everyone should use steel-core armor-piercing rounds."

Everyone put on bulletproof vests and tactical vests, took out their AKM and PKM, and loaded empty magazines with bullets.

Just in case, hand grenades were also provided.

Andrei then assigned two more people to form a rocket launcher firing team.

Just as he said, even a lion must go all out when hunting a rabbit.

Even though he knew that Jerris had a gunfight with the Indians in the street and that Black Cat was not as powerful as he had expected, he still did not underestimate him.

Andrei was thinking of the monkeys, baboons, porcupines, honey badgers, and hyenas he had seen with his own eyes.

If they lose the battle and are captured, they will die from ruptured intestines!

For a man, there is no more humiliating way to die.

Soon, Garcia and his group arrived.

Andre and Garcia, along with Gonzalez, who was in charge of commanding the drone team, arrived at the front yard.

The club is built on a cliff by the sea, with the buildings at the highest point, while the entrance and the small pier are at a lower elevation.

Standing on the steps in front of the clubhouse, one is much taller than the walls and the main gate.

Andrei was very skilled in combat. Pointing to the open space in front of the door, he said, "Let their car in, and then we'll ambush them from the surrounding high ground. Since they don't want any survivors, let's kill them all!"

Capturing prisoners alive is the most troublesome task; if not handled properly, there could be casualties.

On his way here, Garcia asked Wenner, who said that the Indians wanted to capture Jerris, so they didn't use guns; otherwise, things wouldn't have turned out this way.

He pointed to the left side of the entrance: "The security room on the second floor can be used to set up firing positions, and the warehouse on the right can also be used."

Andrei nodded and looked at the second floor behind him: "And this side too."

Garcia said, "Let's get ready."

He came prepared, driving Wenner's Land Rover, and walked at the very back. The clearest thing on the road was the Land Rover's tire tracks.

The Land Rover was parked in a prominent high spot near the entrance, making it easily visible from a distance.

Wenner was fitted with a vest-style remote-controlled bomb, which made him stand on the high steps in front of the door to attract attention.

Garcia patted Wenner on the back and said, "Stand here and don't run around. After the shooting starts, go back to the room immediately. I promised to guarantee your safety."

Wenner emphasized again: "Take me back to America!"

Garcia nodded: "That's right, I'll take you back to America."

In the club's backyard, a drone took off and flew toward the main road intersection a few kilometers away.

Gonzalez turned on the camera lens and instructed his subordinates: "Prepare suicide drones. If they don't fall into the trap, we'll take care of them."

Ten suicide drones have been tested and are ready to take off at any time.

Not long after, the drone operator alerted, "Boss, a vehicle is coming."

At the fork in the road leading to this side, several Land Rovers and minivans turned around one after another.

The road was not easy to travel, and the convoy quickly slowed down.

In one of the Range Rover vehicles, Kumar saw the houses at the end of the road and said, "Why did you choose such a remote place?"

"Wenner said on the phone that this was a safe house and a way out he had prepared, with a dock and boats here, so that he could cross the strait and return to France at any time," Widdie said.

Kumar nodded: "This guy is putting his mind to it, and he's becoming more and more reliable."

"We'll hide here for now and observe the situation," Widy said. "The failure of this operation could trigger a series of chain reactions."

As the vehicle approached, Kumar spotted a Land Rover, clearly the one Wenner had been driving since arriving in England.

On the high steps behind the vehicle, Wenner was standing in front of the house, waving at them.

In a car, Lamar stuck his head out from the passenger seat, took out his binoculars, glanced around to make sure the car and people were correct, picked up the car radio, and ordered: "Everyone follow."

Ahead, the electric gate opened, clearing a path for vehicles. (End of Chapter)