The Wolf of Los Angeles.

McLean, Washington.

The black Cadillac Escalade crossed the bridge over the Potomac River and headed towards a luxurious villa estate.

Looking through the windshield at the towering twin chimneys of the manor villa, Tom Emmanuel said to his wife Claire Emmanuel, "I'd heard that the Amazing Waterfront Manor was bought for tens of millions of dollars, but I never imagined the buyers were Hawke and Erica."

Claire Emer forced a smile: "You said a few years ago that he intended to donate to my environmental foundation, but he hasn't done so yet."

“Let’s not talk about these things.” Tom Emmer waved his hand. “Once I’m elected, the charitable donations will be more than you want.”

The Cadillac quickly entered the estate and stopped at the main entrance of the villa.

Hawke and Erica stood at the door to greet the Emersons.

After they entered the villa, Erica led Claire on a tour of the various areas, while Hawke and Tom Emer went to the study to discuss their business.

The latter spoke as if to an old friend: "You have too many conditions, making resource allocation too difficult."

Hawke, however, knew that the relationship between the two sides was purely based on self-interest, and said, "We can offer you a lot of help as well."

Tom Emer frowned slightly: "Stephen has already offered very favorable terms. If it is managed well, it can generate substantial profits, including over $20 billion in direct federal subsidies."

“I won’t make things difficult for you. Whether it’s the Starlink project or the promotion of drones, these are major events related to the development of American technology.” Hawke said this lie, which even he himself didn’t believe, with great seriousness: “The White House will submit it to Congress and go through the formal review process of the Appropriations Committee. The American drone industry will experience a major boom.”

White-label drones on the West Coast are booming, while other American brands are dying out.

Tom Emmer did not budge. While it is a default rule for each new president to formulate and promote key development plans, the number of positions and resources will still be subject to certain limitations.

He said, "We will increase funding and financial subsidies for the AI ​​Manhattan Project by 20 percent."

Hawke smiled: "Based on this, everything else will be accomplished."

He had plenty of grounds to back up his demands: "Tom, have you checked the situation on the Donald Party's side?"

“You’ve taken away a large portion of Obama’s Black base.” The campaign itself is one aspect, but the more crucial aspect lies with the opponent. Tom Emer has been closely monitoring the situation within the Democratic Party: “In the internal competition within the Democratic Party, Obama is far behind, and Hillary Clinton has a 90% chance of becoming the Democratic Party’s nominee.”

Hawke said, "Congratulations, your election opponent will be a feminist advocate."

Tom Emer shrugged: "I haven't received the Elephant Party nomination yet."

Hawke emphasized, "The unspeakable voters are Hillary's base."

To completely defeat Sillaly, those people are a formidable obstacle that Tom Emer must overcome.

Tom Emmer, not wanting to be led by the nose, said, "Diversification can only hedge against some of the problems; it's not enough to completely deal with those people."

Hawke dared to propose so many conditions, of course he had a trump card up his sleeve. He said, "There is a way to create a rift between those people and Hillary. Perhaps the higher-ups will continue to cooperate with Hillary based on their own interests, but the votes are in the hands of many people."

Tom Emmer immediately took it seriously: "Family is an extremely important part of the election, for both voters and candidates."

In order to secure Richardson's votes, Hillary Clinton had to change her surname to her husband's.

There's only one spot in the Oval Office, and to get ahead, you have to get rid of Sillari. Tom Emer is mentally prepared for this: "If it works, none of this will be a problem."

Hawke needed someone to lead the charge, so he immediately said, "In the deserts of Southern California, there is a very magical desert where strange things always grow."

Tom Emer was taken aback. What did this have to do with the desert?
As a seasoned politician, he then realized: "Won't something grow that can help my campaign?"

Hawke said, "Who can say for sure about these things?"

Tom Emer rallied: "I have heard some things. The Laugh Tale and Hillary have close ties with some celebrities and wealthy people, as well as entanglements between religious groups. These are all things she has been secretly helping."

Hawke said very seriously, "When the things grow, your people will pass by and pick up some things along the way."

Tom Emer laughed heartily: "Beautiful flowers bloom in the desert."

Meanwhile, Claire followed Erica around the villa, chatting and touring, and more than an hour passed without her noticing.

After looking at the house, the two went to the garden.

The estate is enormous, covering nearly five acres, and was already well-known in Washington.

It was bought by Hawke and Erica, and after being renovated, it became even more beautiful.

When the two returned to the villa, Claire found that her husband was still in the study and had not yet come out.

She didn't ask any more questions, but sat at the bar, sipped a drink with Erica, and talked about things that women talk about.

Nearly an hour later, Tom Emer came out of the study.

Claire took a closer look and noticed that her husband and Hawke were chatting and laughing, and he seemed much more relaxed than when they arrived.

It is clear that the two sides have reached an understanding.

Tom Emer came over to say hello and then took his leave.

Hawke and Erica saw the two off at the villa gate.

Tom Emmer shook hands firmly with Hawke, his face beaming with a warm smile: "This will be the greatest collaboration in America since the beginning of the new century!"

Hawke smiled and said, "It definitely will."

Tom Emer got into the car, and the Cadillac drove off quickly.

Erica stopped laughing and asked, "How did the talks go?"

Hokra pulled her back and said, "Tom Emerson wants to take over the Oval Office, and Hillary is an insurmountable obstacle for him. He has to take down this mountain."

Erica went to the bar, took out two new glasses, and poured Hawke a drink.

Hawke clinked glasses with him and said, "We can go back to Los Angeles now."

On the other side, as the Cadillac Escalade crossed the Potomac River Bridge, Tom Emer's smile had long since vanished.

Claire, who was sitting in the back seat with me, asked, "Did the talks not go well?"

"The talks went smoothly, but they made a lot of demands," Tom Emer said coldly. "They just want to use me to gain benefits while paving the way for Brian's future."

Claire said calmly, "We're using them too."

The two sides were in a mutually beneficial relationship. Tom Emer remained calm and said, "Your foundation can cooperate with the Hawke Osment and Ferguson family foundations. They will not object and will cooperate with you."

Claire was in a good mood because it concerned her own interests, and said, "I'll have someone talk to Hawke's people later."

Tom Emer didn't need to worry about how it was done; Hawke Osment was never ambiguous about the distribution of benefits.

As for the promises he made, Tom Emmer now feels they were worthwhile, and most importantly, they didn't require him to pay a heavy price.

Of course, the first priority is to secure the nomination.

With the support of California, Tom Emer has gained a decisive advantage.

The final decision on the nominee will be made at next year's national congress.

In New York, another Satanic communion service has come to an end.

Amidst communion, religion, and chaotic revelry, Sylvie won the support of all participants.

This is her core strength.

Silali came out of the lobby and went into the lounge.

Epstein approached him and said, "I've visited many of the wealthy Jewish people on the East Coast, and most of them have expressed their support for you."

Sylvie nodded with satisfaction and promised, "If things go well, your company will receive federal support."

Epstein continued, “I’m organizing a huge party. I’ve bought a lot of new stuff from all over Eastern Europe, Southern Europe and Latin America. When the party starts, you’ll definitely get support by calling out to the crowd.”

Sillari knew very well that both the island and the Satanic cult were not just sources of pleasure for her, but also a very important channel for networking.

Having grown accustomed to the convenience it brought, she certainly wouldn't give it up, and reminded them, "Be careful of security on the island."

Epstein said with a smile, "The island has the most stringent security measures, and I've also purchased helicopters to patrol the surrounding area."

This is the dog that the couple, Laugh Tale and Hillary, have raised for over ten years and trust them completely.

Epstein was also very reliable; as soon as he came out of the lounge, he immediately made contacts and started preparing for the New Year's Eve party.

He also extended invitations to billionaires such as Gates and Dong.

Epstein met up with his date for the night, Lulana Korshunova, and they got into a Rolls-Royce.

The latter is a currently sought-after supermodel, hailed as the muse of fashion inspiration.

But few people know that she won the modeling opportunity by massaging Epstein and sleeping with countless big shots.

Epstein told the driver to go ahead and said to Lulana, "How's the young model I asked you to contact coming along?"

Lulana took his arm and said with a smile, "We've already secured six people. They're all models who have received training at a modeling agency, and their ages all meet your requirements."

Epstein pinched her chin and shook it: "My little darling has grown up and can help her master with things now."

A hint of sadness flashed in Lulana's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

Epstein seemed to know what she was thinking and said, "Honey, you're doing a good deed, giving them a chance to shine. Look at New York, look at Manhattan, how many girls want to be supermodels? They're all naturally gifted, why should the opportunity choose them?"

"Don't worry, I'll do a good job." Lulana's smile was as bright as the sun.

In her mind, isn't this how the modeling world is? Supermodels appear glamorous on the surface, but from the moment they enter the modeling industry, they are already lambs to the slaughter. Agents, studio staff, public relations personnel, TV stations, and media executives are all predatory beasts.

Which supermodel didn't work her way up?

Lulana met Epstein when she was 14 years old and was favored by bigwigs all the way. She was constantly praised by the media and fashion industry and became a supermodel.

But as she got older, those jerks got tired of her because she was 20.

At Epstein's suggestion, Lulana actively developed new business, dragging the young models who were participating in the training into it.

Before the Rolls-Royce could even leave the parking lot, a Lexus pulled up behind it.

The rear window of the Lexus rolled down, revealing Harvey Weinstein's chubby face: "Dude, forgot what we agreed on? I've brought everyone."

Epstein laughed and said, "Of course I haven't forgotten, come to my villa."

The two cars drove out of the parking lot one after the other, heading towards the same destination.

Although Lulana didn't like the fat man, she wouldn't refuse if her master asked for a swap.

Besides, it's also a lot of fun to hang out with Hollywood A-list actresses.

The upper class in America is also the lowest class.

Inside the Satanic club, Huma Abedin hurried into the lounge and waited until Sila finished her call before speaking, "Madam, there's something..."

Sillali, who always treated Abedin differently, nodded kindly: "Go ahead."

Abedin said, "My husband, Wenner, has gone missing."

Sirali remembered the Indian man; she had attended Abedin's wedding: "Don't worry, what's going on?"

“Some time ago, I coordinated efforts to block Hawke Osmond’s acquisition of Surrey Satellite.” Abedin had no other choice but to tell the truth: “We’re a bit short-staffed here…”

"You had Wenner handle this?" Sirali asked.

Abedin nodded: "Yes, Wenner works at a strategic consulting firm in Washington and is good at lobbying. Also, one of his classmates from college teaches at the University of Surrey and is an assistant to the vice president. I think he's a great fit."

Judging from these words alone, Sylvie also felt it was a good fit, but blocking Hawke Osmond's acquisition of the satellite company was something she did on a whim, without investing much energy or resources in it.

Now things are getting a bit complicated.

Sila thought for a moment and asked, "How long have you been out of contact? Have you tried to contact them through other channels?"

“We contact each other twice a week, but we couldn’t reach him last time; his phone was completely unreachable,” Abedin said quickly. “I asked a friend in the UK to check on him at his hotel through other channels. He hadn’t checked out, but he hasn’t come back.”

She could only rely on Sila to find him: "I also called his friend in England, but no one answered. I went to his friend, who said that the man had been missing for a week."

Sila was thinking of something else: "You made the call using your cell phone?"

“No.” Abedin was still somewhat wary: “I used a public phone, not one from Washington.”

Sylvia felt a little relieved and said, "I'll have someone look into it."

Abedin said, "Thank you."

Sylvia waved her hand: "This is your husband, and also my relative."

Abedin was somewhat moved.

Sila's tone suddenly changed: "Does Wenner know anything about us?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Abedin stated decisively, "I don't know. I never talk to him about work."

Sila nodded slightly, picked up her phone, and made a few calls.

Abedin, influenced by politics and possessing the natural talent of an Indian, tells lies so convincingly that not only Sirali but even she herself would believe them.

Although not particularly intelligent, Abedin is well aware that his current position is entirely due to this job.

If something goes wrong, you might lose more than just your job.

You can find another husband, but losing this job has far more serious consequences. (End of Chapter)