The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Los Angeles, Venice.

Several cars drove into the Flower Butterfly Security Company and parked in front of the auxiliary building.

Hawke and Edward got out of the car, and Campos came over to greet them before leading them into the building and down to the basement.

The underground building that the Ackerman family used to imprison women has now been converted into a private prison.

But so far, only an Indian named Winner has been imprisoned.

Hawke asked as he walked, "What's the situation with the Indians?"

"He made a scene twice after arriving, demanding to see you, but after we warned him, he behaved himself a lot." Campos's expression was somewhat strange. "He asked for some cats to keep him company. After Carlos spoke with Garcia in England, he threw some large lizards at him, and his emotions calmed down temporarily."

Edward recalled something and muttered, "Could it be his third sister-in-law? Did he find solace in her?"

Campos cleared his throat: "You should think so. Those big lizards died quickly, all from ruptured intestines."

Hawke, not wanting to see anything offensive, asked, "Has it been cleaned up?"

"It's been cleaned up, and they've even moved him to a new cell," Campos said.

India's elites can be quite unreliable at times, always coming up with all sorts of crazy ideas. Fortunately, Wenna's capacity for excrement is limited, preventing him from doing something as insane as blowing up an underground prison with excrement.

Although the basement here is sturdy, it is still far inferior to an aircraft carrier made of special steel.

The group went down to the underground, where the interrogation room was already prepared.

Campos gave the order, and soon someone brought in Wenner, who was wearing a black hood, and locked him in an alloy chair fixed to the ground.

Edward strode over and removed Wenner's hood.

Wenner shielded his eyes from the light, and after a while, once his eyes adjusted to the light, he could clearly see the three people opposite him, and his gaze finally settled on Hawke.

He opened his mouth, and finally uttered the name he had been longing to hear: "You are Hawk Osment?"

"I heard you wanted to see me?" Hawke looked at the Indian man and said, "And you have important intelligence to tell me in person?"

Instead of revealing intelligence, Wenner earnestly said, "Let me join you! I can be one of you, fight on the front lines for you, do things for you, and take down your greatest enemy."

He pursued Abedin and married her with ill intentions, having secretly gathered a great deal of information: "I know a lot of top-secret information about Silali."

Hawke remained noncommittal: "Then let's see if the information you provided is of any value."

Edward glanced at Hawke, who gestured to him with his eyes, and immediately took control of the interrogation: "Get to the point, our time is precious."

Wenner, having mentally prepared himself considerably over the past few days, immediately said, "Do you know Little St. James Island in the Caribbean? It's a private island in the Virgin Islands, known as paradise on earth..."

Edward interrupted him directly: "You mean Epstein's Lolita Island? Paradise on earth? Hell on earth is a better description."

Hawke simply listened without interrupting.

Wenner couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "You... you actually knew that!"

Edward said coldly, "We know far more about that wretched island than you do. For example, Hawking liked to study hairless black holes there, Harvard's top human rights lawyers liked to discuss juvenile protection laws with little girls there, Zipton and Hillary each had their own fun there, many supermodels were regulars there before they became famous, and they even worked as pimps for them, and your wife Abedin likes the little boys there."

The first part of Wenner's statement was merely an accident, but the last part was one of shock: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Abedin isn't that kind of person, how could she like little boys?"

Edward shattered his pride: "Then let me ask you this: in Abedin's eyes, are you the kind of man who would date a bearded drag queen?"

Wenner was speechless, because in Abedin's eyes, he was a good and qualified husband.

Just as he saw Abedin as a loving wife who adored him.

Wenner lowered his head, unable to utter a single word in rebuttal.

Edward stayed in Los Angeles during this time, studying Wenner. Judging from Wenner's reaction, he knew very little about Lolita Island: "You don't need to sell your dirty secrets about Lolita Island. They have no value to us."

Wenner discovered that he really knew very little; what he thought was secret information was completely transparent to the other party.

Hawke glanced at Edward, then deliberately got up, preparing to leave.

Wenner quickly added, "Wait, I know something else top secret: Sillaly and Leonardo have been having an inappropriate relationship!"

Edward sighed: "Harvey Weinstein's pimping, it's an old story from after Titanic was released."

Wenner added, "The Weinstein brothers were Hillary's front men, making profits for them, cultivating Hollywood star support, and getting Hollywood stars to provide services..."

Edward remained unmoved, even though they had known about these things for several years.

Hawke then thought of Jennifer Sybil Newson.

In the first half of the year, he received definite information that Sillari was making great efforts to win over Gavin Newson and had not given up on California.

After all, California's electoral votes account for more than one-tenth of the total in the United States.

Wenner was almost in tears. How did they know so much?
Seraphim... she's in danger.

With this idea in mind, Wenner was even more inclined to defect to the enemy. The problem was that defection required resources; he couldn't just show up empty-handed and say, "I'm surrendering, you must give me extremely generous treatment."

If there are no generous benefits, why would one defect to the enemy?
Winner's preparations over the past few days have all come to nothing; he racked his brains trying to recall anything, but there was nothing else.

Especially his wife Abedin, who was Hillary's most trusted assistant and had worked for her for almost ten years.

Seeing the three people opposite him preparing to leave, Wenner felt a great sense of crisis. Once these people left, it meant that he was no longer of any use.

What do they do with useless people?

Wenner had seen it when Britain was under control: Kumar and Witty, along with the former elites of the Black Cat Special Forces, were all thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

He didn't want to become fish food, so he quickly recalled his few meetings with Sila, but more often he thought about everything about Sila from his time with Abedin.

When faced with dire circumstances, people always unleash their full potential.

Wenner suddenly remembered something and quickly said, "Wait a minute, wait a minute! I've thought of something that might be useful to you!"

Hawke was not in a hurry and sat down to listen to him patiently.

Edward said sternly, "It had better be as you say."

“Give me a little time.” Wenner recalled and organized his thoughts, and after a short pause, he said, “I met Abedin after 2000, when she had been Sillaly’s assistant for many years.”

Edward asked, "Your acquaintance and pursuit of Abedin have ulterior motives, don't they?"

Wenner's desire to acquire Surrey Satellite's technology was already known. Knowing that denial was futile, he said, "I met Abedin through the Indian Business Association. I pursued her precisely because she was Sirali's assistant. I needed to obtain some confidential information from her and her boss to help India's development." In short, he was the Indian version of the Raven.

Wenner continued, "Abedin is very busy. Even in our daily lives, she is always dealing with work-related matters, especially important emails that need to be handled immediately."

Upon hearing this, Hawke specifically asked, "Including working emails from Congress?"

“Yes, including.” Wenner seemed encouraged and remembered more: “Several times, when we were doing business, we would get a call from Sylvie, and Abedin would have to quickly get his laptop to work on the documents. Whenever this happened, she would be busy working in front of me, and I would be doing my work behind her. I could often see some things.”

He looked down and rubbed his itchy face against his arm: "I've noticed something. For many important congressional tasks, Hillary and Abedin are using regular business email addresses instead of dedicated congressional communication email addresses."

Edward knew something about it: "I remember Congress had strict regulations regarding work emails."

Wenner, whose job title in the United States is a strategic consultant, exaggerated the seriousness of the matter: "This is a serious breach of confidentiality comparable to Watergate. Once Congress finds out, a hearing must be held. Hillary is suspected of violating federal law!"

Campos wasn't familiar with the rules of the game in Washington, but seeing Wenner so excited made him realize it was a very important event.

Hawke's face remained expressionless as he asked the crucial question: "The key is the evidence. Can you provide any evidence?"

“Evidence? Let me think.” Winner inherited the fine tradition of Indians and was particularly good at cooperating with formidable enemies: “By the way, Abedin replaced his personal laptop. Because he sometimes used that computer for work, he didn’t just throw it away. He put it in the first apartment we bought, in Arlington County.”

Edward stared at Wenner: "The exact address of the apartment, where the laptop is kept, the security situation, and whether there are any other important items."

Wenner first gave the specific address, then thought back and said, "I remember I stored the computer there. It should be in the metal cabinet in the storage room. That area is a wealthy neighborhood with a very good security. We didn't install any additional security measures there."

Campos warned, "Think carefully. If something unexpected happens, you won't get a second chance."

“I’m telling the truth,” Wenner assured repeatedly. “After Abedin and I moved to a villa in Washington, we rarely went back to our apartment in Arlington.”

Hawke nodded slightly to Campos.

Campos left the interrogation room and called his men in Washington, instructing them to immediately go to Arlington, retrieve the notebook Wenner had mentioned, and deliver it to Los Angeles that very night.

Inside the interrogation room, Hawke specifically asked about things related to India.

India was also an important part of his plan. With the support of overseas foundations, the Indian Mutual Aid Association established chapters in more than a dozen technology industry cities across the United States.

Hawke is truly a good person. He worked hard to push India towards America, promoting a two-way exchange between India and the Americans, making them love each other and inseparable from then on.

This not only helped solve the employment problem for Indian talents, but also made America have a lot of top talents available.

Although the goal of Indianizing America is still a long way off, with some effort, American technology companies will eventually lean towards Indianization.

Hawke asked questions in detail for a long time.

Wenner was not a professional spy, but a self-taught tech talent spy. Kumar and Widi were all Indian versions of people who got involved themselves.

Strictly speaking, Kumar and Widi, who died, could be considered heroes of India.

Without a doubt, in Hawke's eyes, all Indian heroes deserve to die.

The Hindustan Aeronautics and Space Organization (ISRO) sent more than just Wenna and three others; there were also other groups.

Wenner knew the other four people and told Hawke everything.

Some of these people currently work at NASA, while others work at the European Aeronautic Defence and Space Company (EADS).

One of them even works at the SpaceX research and development facility.

Hawke told Edward to write it down and that he would send someone over later to keep a close eye on this Indian.

Since the other party is not in a key position, it's better to play the long game and reel in a big fish.

India should forget about developing stable launch vehicle technology and establishing its own satellite positioning system.

Hawke absolutely will not allow it.

Partnering with these aerospace spies is a security company called Valley Private Defense.

The security company's members are mainly veterans from India, with its elite force consisting entirely of retired members of the Black Cat Special Forces.

To achieve certain ulterior motives, the assistance of armed forces is naturally required.

The Valley Security Company's headquarters and base are not in India, but in the Gulf of Aden region, a key node in global shipping.

As early as the beginning of the century, Indians had their sights set on this region, building their own armed forces in Berbera, an African city in the southwestern Gulf of Aden.

The chaotic situation in Somalia has also provided them with many advantages.

Not too far to the west of Perbera lies Djibouti, a country with a well-known military base.

"The Valley Security Company currently has nearly a hundred elite security personnel." Before going to Europe, Wenner had specifically visited Berbera and was quite familiar with the situation there: "Their equipment is mainly light weapons, and they have two helicopters and several armored vehicles..."

Edward meticulously recorded all the details regarding security in the valley and sent them to Bosque and Andrei that same day.

Andrei, stationed in Ethiopia, immediately dispatched black scouts to Somalia to investigate the situation.

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Arlington, Virginia.

In a small town near Los Angeles, Carvajal drove his Mercedes into a roadside parking space.

Marcelo got out of the car, glanced down at the password he had memorized, straightened his expensive suit slightly, and went with Carvajal to the apartment building entrance. He then entered the password into the keypad.

The security door opened, and the two, disguised, took the elevator upstairs and quickly arrived at the 7th floor, where they found their target apartment.

Carvajal glanced at the house number as he walked and said in a low voice, "This is it."

The apartment also had a password-protected door. Marcelo entered a new password, and the lock clicked open.

The two entered, put on shoe covers and gloves, and opened the storage room as instructed by their superior.

With little effort, Carvajal retrieved the HP laptop from a metal cabinet.

This is the goal.

The two searched all the rooms again, but found nothing else. They then quietly left the rooms and evacuated the apartment building.

Half an hour later, Carvajal, now back in his original form, carrying a laptop bag, walked into Reagan National Airport and boarded a flight straight to Los Angeles. (End of Chapter)