The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 512 Indian Private Defense and Security Companies
Surrey, Britain.

BBC reporter Werner waited for the person he had arranged to meet at a coffee shop.

Oliver pulled out a chair and sat down opposite him, saying, "What do you want from me?"

The two knew each other before. Werner waited until the waiter brought the coffee and left before saying, "I want to ask you about Kumar's situation."

He was commissioned by North America to investigate Wenner's whereabouts. He has learned that Wenner and Oliver's Indian assistant used to work for the same company in India and had also been in contact in the UK.

After adding milk and sugar, Oliver slowly said, "Kumar has disappeared. The police haven't found him yet, and I'd really like to know where he went."

Werner then asked, "What about Wenner? You should have met him before, right? He's a friend of Kumar's, and some people say you've met."

“I’ve met him once.” Oliver had already explained this to the police and MI5: “Kumar introduced two people, Wenner and Vidi, an assistant from the European Aeronautic Defence and Space Company, both of whom are Indian.”

Without being pressed for details, he said directly, "At the time, I was in charge of negotiating the equity transaction of Surrey Satellite with the West Coast Investment Fund. Wenner wanted me to sell the equity to EADS, but I didn't agree. Not long after, all three of them went missing. Later I found out they had all disappeared."

Werner asked, "You haven't given any feedback on these situations?"

Oliver shook his head: "We got feedback, but what's the use? Nobody cares about them; they're just Indians."

His ability to become the vice-chancellor of the University of Surrey was also due to his personal connections: "Jones, who was in charge of negotiations with the University of Surrey from the West Coast Investment Fund, was first attacked by Indians. Two bodyguards almost risked their lives to save him. The police and MI5 found illegal weapons on the Indians who were killed by the bodyguards and also found out the identities of several of them. Some of these Indians had served in India's most elite Black Cat Special Forces."

Werner was quite surprised: "A former member of the Black Cat Special Forces was killed by an ordinary bodyguard?"

This sounds like a lie. It seems so absurd.

Oliver picked up his coffee and took a sip. When the person opposite him came to his senses, he said, "This matter is very troublesome. It has even alarmed your US federal government. I heard that a big shot in the White House personally called Downing Street. The London authorities are very angry about this. MI5 even invited me for coffee on suspicion of espionage."

The old father of yesteryear has long since become a grandson, and Britain has to act according to the whims of America.

Werner understood: "Nobody's willing to investigate thoroughly?"

Oliver looked at him: "You want to investigate and then report?"

As a BBC reporter, Werner possessed basic political awareness. Not wanting to be shot eight times in the back and die, he quickly shook his head: "I'm just helping a friend find Werner; his wife wants to find him."

Oliver said a few more words, then put down his coffee cup: "That's all I know. I don't know much else, and I don't want to know anything else."

Kumar's disappearance shattered his spirits, making him realize that staying alive was the most important thing: "I'll be retiring in a few years, and I don't want to think about these lousy things."

Werner said, "Thank you for the information."

Oliver took his leave.

Werner paid for his coffee, left the coffee shop, and went to the Surrey police station to find out what was going on from an acquaintance.

He may not be able to find the person, but he should at least provide some definite information.

Someone was filming with a camera in a nearby van.

First, I took a picture of Werner, then I took a picture of his car.

The person in the driver's seat said, "Oliver has been hiding at the University of Surrey these days. It's not normal for him to suddenly come out and meet people."

"After watching for so long, we've finally made some progress." The person in the passenger seat turned off the camera and picked up the radio: "Follow them and see where they go."

Not long after, he received news that the man had gone to the Surrey County Sheriff's Office.

The man reported this to Garcia.

That evening, through the Surrey County Sheriff's Office, Garcia received information that the other party was a reporter from the BBC, trying to find out Wenner's whereabouts.

When the news reached Los Angeles, the authorities instructed him to keep an eye on the person and refrain from taking any action for the time being.

Based on his analysis, Campos believes that the BBC reporter was most likely sent by Hillary Clinton's side.

With so many Indians making a big fuss before, the British police and MI5 are very sensitive now, so it's better to keep a low profile for now.

Most of the personnel Garcia brought served as security personnel for the Surrey satellite project, ensuring the smooth progress of the Starlink satellite production phase.

After streamlining internal relationships at Surrey Satellite, the design and manufacture of the first communications satellite began.

After all, the technologies are mature, and Hawke's initial requirements were not particularly high.

Provided SpaceX's launch vehicles can keep up, the first batch of satellites could enter low Earth orbit next year.

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Africa, Somalia.

An off-road vehicle drove across the barren land, kicking up clouds of dust.

The driver, Old Blackroba, was tall and strong; his head almost touched the roof of the car.

In the passenger seat, Essien is looking at a map of the city of Pepera.

In the back seat of the car, Toure is assembling a drone.

The SUV drove into the city of Perbera, and Essien used maps and satellite positioning to find a suitable route, which was then transmitted to the temporary navigation system.

He looked out the car window and saw low, mud-brick houses everywhere. There were many people setting up stalls along the roadside, selling foods such as cassava and seafood.

In addition, at some stalls, various weapons and ammunition are displayed like food, waiting for customers to choose.

Berbera is located in the southwestern Gulf of Aden, a region known for its frequent pirate activity, making it one of the most dangerous cities in Africa.

An old Toyota pickup truck drove past, with several shirtless black men standing on the back. The men were holding onto the truck's guardrail with one hand and holding some kind of AK-series firearm with the other, as if they were about to start a fight.

Essien touched the AK74 rifle lying on the side of his seat; at times like this, only weapons could bring him a sense of security.

The off-road vehicle wound its way around, gradually approaching the vicinity of the port.

Drogba said, "Look ahead, there are sentries and vehicle barriers, it should be over there."

Essin observed carefully: "That's right, the guards are Indians."

He further argued: "There are no animal sounds around, and not even seabirds fly over them, so they must be Indians."

Toure witnessed this in South Sudan: "When mosquitoes and flies flew over the Indian army camp, you had to cover your backside."

Drogba didn't approach the Indians' camp; the car turned at the next intersection. A call came through the car radio. Essien answered, first giving a code word, then said, "We've spotted the target; prepare to move out."

More than just this group of people from Hurricane Company arrived. After communicating with them, Keita, on the other end of the radio, deliberately cut off contact.

After more than ten minutes, the SUV drove into the port parking lot.

Drogba asked Toure in the back seat, "Is it ready?"

Ture replied, "The drone is ready."

Essien got out of the car, surveyed the surroundings, and said, "Let it fly."

Touré lowered the car window, placed an electric drone on the roof, and then turned it on. The drone's rotors spun rapidly, lifting the aircraft into the sky.

It's less than two kilometers from the port.

The drone quickly flew over the Indian Valley Security Company's camp.

Toure was careful not to lower the altitude too much.

Looking down from the air, the Indian camp was not very large, consisting mainly of brick and wood houses, and there was also a small parade ground with some equipment on it.

There weren't many people outside, only sentry posts and patrols.

Indians are naturally laid-back. Perhaps these people would be much better in the military, but when they join commercial security companies, they clearly lower their standards.

Although Drogba and his two companions came from Africa, they were all elite Tanzanians before their discharge from the military. They had long observed the Indian peacekeeping forces stationed in Sudan and were also aware of the events that had occurred in Britain.

The black cat may be small, but it created a legend.

Besides them, there were two other groups observing the Indian Valley Security Company.

One of the groups was specifically tasked with monitoring the Indians' logistical supplies.

Three teams spent more than a week in Berbera, using drones to conduct silent reconnaissance and tracking, and basically figured out the Indians' daily routines, travel patterns, and logistical support.

Based on logistical support, the number of Indians stationed there was estimated to be around 85.

Every three days, Drogba would give an update to his post in Ethiopia.

Half a month later, another group of people arrived and took their places.

Drogba's group left Pepera and returned to Damakin.

Inside the Hurricane Company's headquarters in Damagin, Andrei summoned Drogba and his two companions, who had just returned.

“Although we haven’t been ordered to attack, we must be prepared to do so. If the Indians dare to attack us first in Britain, they will pay the price.” Andrei asked Drogba, who was leading the team, “In your observation, if we launch an attack, what method would be most effective?”

In the past two weeks, Drogba has obtained a lot of intelligence. He said, "The Indians are supporting a group of Somali pirates in Berbera who will plunder ships from certain countries. Those pirates are not very strong in combat, but they are all ruthless thugs who dare to fight to the death."

Andrei understood what he meant: "Violent and untrained?"

“Yes, and there are many of them, dozens of armed men.” Drogba took out his notebook, glanced at it, and continued, “They should be members of a tribe. These people have no concept of a country; they only care about their own tribe and family. If they encounter an emergency, they can gather the children and women of their tribe and form an armed force of several hundred people.”

Born in Africa, he has a good understanding of many African tribes: "These people have unique beliefs, and they can become extremely crazy if the tribe's shaman speaks."

Andrei had been in Africa for some time and was aware of this situation: "In other words, if we attack the Indians and they send out a distress signal, those pirates will come out in full force to attack us?"

Drogba replied, "That's very likely. Those old AK guns are sold like cassava in Africa, and reloaded bullets can be made by hand in some villages. If the number of people involved increases, it will be a real headache."

Andrei thought of an incident that happened in Somalia, which was later made into a Hollywood movie – Black Hawk Down.

When half the city takes up arms, even the Delta Force and Rangers of the United States will have a major headache.

Andrei stood up, went to the map of Perpella hanging on the wall, and stared at the location of the Valley Security Company.

Although the higher-ups have only allowed reconnaissance for the time being, this is definitely a prelude to an attack, and a preliminary attack plan must be formulated.

Andrei has been working under Hawke for several years now and has a general understanding of his boss's style of doing things. He tends to take the simplest and most direct approach to many things, avoiding unnecessary complexity and minimizing intermediate steps.

The more complicated things become, the greater the possibility of problems arising in the middle stages.

Andrei consulted three people who had observed the situation firsthand: "What do you think about using drones for attacks?"

Toure added, "The Valley Security Company's camp has no air defense measures, and the buildings are mainly brick and wood houses. Small-scale drone attacks may not be very effective."

Drogba completely agreed: "If you only deploy a dozen or twenty drones, it will be difficult to eliminate most of the targets."

Andrei, however, had a different idea: "What if we got hundreds of suicide drones?"

"It seems we have less than a hundred aircraft left in stock," Toure said.

"Don't worry, new shipments will arrive soon." Hurricane Company has placed an order for thousands of drones of various types with West Coast Technology Company. Andrei received a notification from the head office that the latest batch of goods would arrive soon: "Hundreds of drones carrying high-explosive and incendiary bombs will launch an air raid. The scene will definitely be spectacular."

At this point, he realized something was wrong: "With so many drones taking off, it's easy to be exposed. If we get stuck in the city of Berbera, we don't have enough Humvees and armed helicopters to evacuate."

Drogba said, "The Indian Valley security company has been operating there for years, and we need to be wary of their collusion with local forces."

Although Andrei looked down on the Indians, he took them very seriously tactically, treating them as a formidable enemy.

He looked at the map and noticed that the Valley Company's camp was very close to the sea. He asked Drogba, "How far is the camp from the sea?"

Drogba took out several photos and handed them to Andrei: "The camp is located right next to the Gulf of Aden on its east side."

Andrei thought for a moment and said, "We can use cargo ships or similar vessels as launch platforms for drones to launch attacks from the sea."

Touré, who has received professional training in drone operation, said: "If we use a ship as a launch platform, we can carry a large signal transmitter to make the drone fly farther, and we can launch a surprise attack on the Indians from far away from the coastline."

Andrei nodded, then looked at his two deputies: "Use this as a basis, and combine it with the resources we can mobilize to develop a suitable drone combat plan."

He then looked at the quartermaster: "Send over high explosives and incendiary bombs, and make sure they don't go through Asian channels, but through the UN and African greening freight channels."

"Yes, sir." The quartermaster accepted the order.

Not only these direct attack weapons, but all the drones were also transported to Makin under the guise of parts for African greening engineering machinery.

(End of this chapter)