The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 506 Fire Coverage
Standing on the high steps, Wenner saw the first Land Rover enter the gate. Instead of going down, he waved down and then came to the front of the house so he could go in at any time.

He raised his voice and shouted, "You can park your car anywhere in the yard!"

Five cars filed in, drove through the gate, and parked in the open space.

Then, the electric iron gate slowly closed.

Kumar opened the car door and got out. Seeing Wenner on the steps ahead, he shouted, "Aren't you coming over to greet your friend?"

People gradually got off the car.

Lamar, a former officer in the Black Cat Special Forces, noticed movement on the second floor of the house.

Almost simultaneously, Wenner opened the door and went inside.

Although the black cat possessed abilities that shocked the world, Lamar still maintained basic manners, crouching down with his hands on his head and shouting, "Watch out!"

bang bang bang-

Six PKM general-purpose machine guns unleashed a dense hail of bullets from different positions.

When steel-core armor-piercing rounds hit people or vehicles, they leave holes that go straight through.

There were also more than a dozen AKMs firing simultaneously, with bullets being fired as if they were free.

Whether they were inside or outside the vehicle, they were completely exposed to intense firepower.

Widdie didn't even know what was happening before he was shot to death.

Lamar crouched down by the front wheel, trying to use the tires and engine to block the bullets, but before he could draw his pistol, multiple bullets hit his body, smashing his head and torso.

Let alone a black cat, even a seal would be doomed in the face of such an ambush.

There were more than a dozen Indians in three vans. Most of them died in the vans before they could even understand what was happening.

His head and torso were riddled with holes, and blood and brain matter were flowing freely.

A few lucky ones weren't hit immediately; they covered their heads and lay prone under the car seats, pulling out their guns to prepare to fight back.

Under such fierce close-range firepower, there was no chance to retaliate; one would only be shot a little later.

The elite gunners of the ambush team, stationed in three locations, even changed magazines in batches, maintaining a constant barrage of fire.

Kumar was lucky; he crawled under the Land Rover.

At that moment, he knew that Wenner had betrayed everyone.

From the rooftop on the second floor, Anthony carefully observed the situation and gave the order over the radio: "Seventh machine gun team, target under the vehicle."

Two more gunmen emerged from the storage warehouse on the right side of the electric iron gate. One of them, a machine gunner, lay prone on the ground, set up his PKM machine gun, aimed it at the area under the vehicle, and pulled the trigger.

Amid the gunfire, Kumar felt something burrow into his body, as hard as the mouths of his compatriots.

He tilted his head to one side and saw the dark land of Britain.

Kumar's lungs were punctured, rendering him unable to speak, but a voice kept echoing in his mind—"For India."

No one at the scene knew or sympathized with them; the enemy's heroes were always the first targets to be eliminated.

When the AKMs in their hands had emptied two magazines and the machine gunners had emptied their ammunition belt boxes, Anthony ordered, "Cease fire! Cease fire!"

The gunfire gradually subsided.

Blood was flowing from all five cars in the open space of the yard.

Anthony ordered: "Drone team, reconnaissance."

The two small drones quickly descended and each circled the vehicle once.

The car windows had already been shattered by bullets, and the footage captured by the drone was transmitted to the command vehicle in the backyard.

Gonzalez shouted, "Target cleared! Target cleared! Safe!"

Anthony then gave the order: "Clear the battlefield as planned." He then called Gonzalez: "Send the drones forward for reconnaissance."

Two drones returned, while two other fully charged drones took off to monitor and warn on the only main road leading here.

The gunfire stopped. Wenner got up from the floor and walked step by step to the glass door, looking at the smoking vehicles outside.

Corpses were dragged out, covered in blood.

A few unlucky souls had their bodies turned into pieces.

Wenner lowered his head, closed his eyes, and couldn't bear to look anymore.

If you don't want to see it, then pretend it doesn't exist.

Garcia came up from behind and took out a knife.

Wenner's spirit had completely dissipated in the face of betraying his companions. Seeing the gleaming knife, he trembled: "You said you wouldn't kill me, that you would take me back to America."

“I won’t kill you,” Garcia said. “Take off your bomb vest and your outer clothes.”

Wenner took off his coat and let Garcia remove the vest with the receiver attached, saying, "Take it away quickly, or it will explode."

Garcia, of course, wouldn't tell him that the bomb vest was just a showpiece.

In such a sudden response, there's no time to manufacture such a thing, and it's not something you can just buy whenever you want.

Wenner lost all his energy and spirit. He staggered a few steps, plopped down on the sofa, and didn't say another word.

All of India's space dreams and all of India's future development are no longer his concern.

But there was still one thing Wenner couldn't understand: he had brought only the elite, the top special forces in Asia and even the world, the Black Cat Special Forces, super elites.

Why were these top-tier special forces so easily defeated?
Being ambushed is one thing, but losing terribly in the previous seven-on-two match was another.

Outside, all the corpses and flesh were collected and packed up, along with the blood-stained floor and dirt, which were shoveled up and put into boxes.

At the dock, boats disguised as fishing boats sailed out of the shipyard, tasked with throwing all the signs of the battle into the sea.

The people Andrei brought had undergone relevant training, and some even brought a cutting machine to dismantle several cars and send them to the seabed to provide nesting grounds for the barnacles.

Even all the spent cartridge cases were salvaged.

Garcia, along with Isco and others, escorted Wenner away from the club first.

Some people stayed behind to clean up.

The rest of the people will also leave in batches.

Andrei will leave some people behind; he will return to Africa later.

Back at the company branch, Garcia first reported to Los Angeles and then met with Jones.

Garcia said, "We just negotiated with the Indians and successfully expelled them. You don't need to worry about the Indian threat anymore. Just speed up the negotiations."

“Good news.” Jones didn’t ask for details. He wasn’t a business novice; business matters were often resolved through political and military means.

In recent years, high-end business competition has never stopped around the world.

In the most sophisticated business battles, the United States mobilizes its army, navy, and air force to act as the henchmen of commercial capital around the world, reaping all kinds of resources.

Jones would never ask about things he shouldn't know: "Without the Indians, hopefully Oliver will calm down."

Garcia asked, "What's the situation with Vidal? Will he be able to leave England to see him after the surgery?"

"The surgery was very successful. He will need to be observed for two more days before leaving the UK." Jones had just returned from the hospital. In his mind, the two responsible bodyguards had saved his life. "Both Los Angeles and Washington have called the UK. I estimate that the relevant legal procedures will be completed soon, and they can leave the UK normally once Vidal is able to board a plane."

Garcia nodded slightly: "The company sent a business jet to pick up Vidal, and there will be a reward afterwards, so you don't need to worry about that."

Jones was somewhat surprised; it was just an ordinary bodyguard.

But he quickly realized that the Butterfly Company had such a strong sense of cohesion that Jerris and Vidal dared to fight desperately because they had no worries about the future and were offered generous rewards.

If you pay enough, people will naturally work hard.

You can't expect someone to be on call 24/7 and only get paid for 8 hours.

If Jerrys were to receive such treatment, he would probably be dead in front of the Stone Castle Club.

Garcia quickly finished his business and rushed to the hospital to visit Vidal, who was hospitalized. The first bonus from the Butterfly Company would arrive today.

They are never stingy when it comes to salaries and monetary rewards.

…………

Los Angeles, Beverly Hills.

Edward's Audi A8 drove into the hilltop villa and parked in the fountain square.

He followed the butler to the shooting range in the backyard, where Hawke and Erica, dressed in hunting attire, were practicing shooting.

Once the two had emptied their magazines, Edward strode over and waved to Hawke.

Hawke put down his shotgun and strode over.

Erica followed.

Edward quickly recounted what had happened in England.

Hawke smiled with satisfaction: "Garcia and Andrei are reliable; they have successfully resolved the Indian threat."

Edward's stance remained firm, stating, "The heroes of India have become fish food in the English Channel."

Hawke asked, "Have the injured been treated?"

“The subsidies and rewards have been received,” Edward said simply. “The plane we sent has landed at Heathrow Airport. Once the formalities are completed there, Butterfly will bring Vidal back to recover from his injury.”

He added, "We will also bring Wenner back on the same flight."

Hawke said, "We've arranged a place to detain him, and everything about him is classified as top secret. He'll be very useful later."

Wenner is the husband of Abedin, Sila's assistant, and should know some inside information.

However, this guy is secretly working for India.

Hawke speculated that Abedin and Hillary might not be aware of this.

This is not unusual; even some major countries around the world have spies everywhere.

In America, the possibilities are endless.

Hawke vaguely remembered that President Dong was also jokingly referred to as a Russian spy.

Erica asked Edward a few questions, quite surprised: "The nearly twenty former Black Cat Special Forces members that Wenner brought were easily wiped out by our people?"

Edward also found it unbelievable: "Garcia and Andrei each sent a message, it's true."

Erica couldn't believe it: "People from the top special forces of a regional hegemonic country are this bad? Even the LAPD's SWAT team would be better than them."

Hawke said very seriously, "India is a country that cannot be viewed by ordinary standards."

The Mumbai hotel incident in India should not have occurred yet.

In this incident, India's Black Cat Special Forces truly shocked the world.

Erica didn't say anything more, because this matter was indeed beyond her comprehension.

Hawke told Edward, "Inform Jones that the Indians have disappeared. Get the negotiations with the University of Surrey sorted out as soon as possible."

Edward went to make a phone call.

Hawke thought for a moment, then went to the shelf next to him, took his phone, and called Pierce Madden of the charity foundation, asking him to notify the various Indian mutual aid societies to pay attention to the situation on the Indian side.

The mutual aid society has been growing in influence among Indians, helping many Indians find jobs in American tech companies.

I can't imagine how wonderful it would be if one day American technology and research and development relied on India.

With no major issues at the satellite company, Hawke turned his attention to the launch vehicle.

He said to Erica, "Elon Musk invited me to Texas to see his big rocket. Interested in coming along?"

Erica thought for a moment and said, "Our annual leave will expire if we don't use it now, so let's go take a look together."

Elon Musk's SpaceX is headquartered in Hawthorne, California.

However, the rocket research and launch site was chosen in Boca Chica, Texas.

…………

London, Heathrow Airport.

On the tarmac of a business jet, the injured Vidal got out of the ambulance and into a wheelchair.

Jerris pushed him toward the plane: "Go back and recover well. After this mission, we'll go on vacation to Africa together. I heard the big boss has built a base there and obtained a lot of legal hunting licenses. We can go hunting wild beasts by paying a token fee."

Vidal said, "That's a good idea."

Garcia stood by the airplane stairs, and when the person came over, he said in a low voice, "We have avenged you. Go back and recover from your injuries."

Vidal has been specifically informed that all the Indian militants who came this time have been killed.

He laughed and said to Garcia, "You guys are quick, you didn't leave me a single one."

Garcia said, "Get on the plane."

Isco then came over and, together with Jerez, helped Garcia onto the business jet.

After settling Vidal in, Isco went to the front row and sat next to Wenner, whose hands were still chained, and said, "Don't cause trouble on the way. Your safety will be guaranteed."

The disguised Wenner looked at the two people sitting opposite him and said, "Do you have any sleeping pills? Give me one, and I'll sleep all the way to North America."

At this point, he has no choice but to cooperate.

All his companions had been killed by him, and turning back would inevitably lead to certain death and likely inhuman torture. He might as well go down this path to the bitter end.

He looked at Isco: "I want to see Hawke Osment. Don't deny it, although I'm not very smart, I do have some knowledge. You must be Hawke Osment's men."

Isco ignored him completely and instead had someone bring him sleeping pills, which he then helped Wenner take.

After Wenner took the medication, the plane took off quickly.

Not long after, he drifted off to sleep, feeling as if he had returned to India.

Three graduates of the Indian Institute of Technology (IIT) joined Hindustan Aeronautics Limited (HAL) and met on an aviation and military forum. Sharing common goals and ideals, they accepted an extremely important mission.

After a period of embellishing their resumes, the three went to the United States, the United Kingdom, and France respectively, gambling their future and even their lives.

All of this is for India.

Because a colossal entity in the north was suffocating them.

That's all over.

Wenner sighed inwardly. They hadn't lost to that behemoth, but they'd been wiped out by the Americans.

What a huge irony.

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University of Surrey, office building.

Oliver picked up the phone and dialed Kumar's number repeatedly, but all he got was a busy signal.

He then called another assistant, who said that the last time he saw Kumar was several days ago.

Oliver suddenly had a bad feeling; Kumar might be in trouble.

Oliver was quite concerned about his troublemaking and wanted to call the police.

Suddenly, local police officers led a team of men into the office building and went straight to Oliver.

One of them showed his identification: "MI5! We've received a tip that Kumar Rao is suspected of espionage..."

Oliver's heart sank, because, strictly speaking, he and Kumar were indeed using their power to provide benefits to India.

(End of this chapter)