The Wolf of Los Angeles.

FBI, Los Angeles branch.

In a small meeting room, manager Jennifer Ferguson convened a meeting with three of her trusted subordinates.

The female assistant projected a photo of a man onto the screen.

Delphi, Chick, and Bernardo, the three operations directors, looked at the people and related materials on the screen and felt that they had seen them somewhere before.

Jennifer said, "This man is Lou Pucci, the suspect in Britney Spears' rape case. He is a moderately well-known Hollywood actor. Britney provided us with a series of evidence, and now the forensic results are in, and he is a prime suspect."

The female assistant distributed the identification reports to everyone.

The above shows relevant evidence, especially the dress provided by Britney, whose serial number confirms that it was indeed the dress Valentino provided for Britney at last year's MTV Awards.

The dress contained a mixture of Britney Spears' and Lou Pucci's bodily fluids, as well as Britney's vomit, from which traces of alcohol and psychedelic drugs were detected.

Jennifer opened the file bag, took out the subpoena issued by the federal prosecutor, and said, "Find a suitable time and place, and take him away as discreetly as possible. This case involves Puff Daddy Sean Combs. Once Lou Pucci is subpoenaed, begin the interrogation immediately."

Her gaze swept over several trusted subordinates, and she began to give orders: "Chick, you take men to summon Lou Pucci; Delphi, you are in charge of searching Lou Pucci's apartment in Columbia Tower; Bernardo, you are in charge of searching his villa in Sherman Oaks."

The female assistant handed the latter two search warrants, both signed by federal prosecutors.

The three men each gathered their own men and set off, with Cheek and Delphi leading the way.

The FBI has confirmed that Lou Pucci is in his apartment in Columbia Tower.

Seven or eight Chevrolet SUVs exited the branch office.

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On the eighth floor of the Columbia Tower, a hungover Lou Pucci lay on the carpet in his apartment's living room, still half asleep.

Standing at less than 1.7 meters tall, he looks somewhat petite, much like Justin Bieber when he first debuted.

I guess I like this type of guy when I'm bragging.

A sudden knock on the door startled Lou Pucci from his sweet dream.

He staggered to his feet, went over and casually opened the door. Before he could even understand what was happening, four or five burly men barged in.

Lou Pucci instinctively covered his buttocks, worried that these people had ulterior motives.

“FBI!” Chick pulled out his badge and subpoena, saying, “Lou Pucci, you are suspected of sexual assault and are hereby summoned for questioning…”

Lou Pucci was stunned for a moment, then his muddled mind cleared, and he said, "This is a false accusation! I'm calling my lawyer!"

Unlike the LAPD, the FBI is not like that. Chick said, "Lou Pucci refused to be subpoenaed, so we are now taking coercive measures."

Before Lou Pucci could react, several burly men pounced on him, knocked him to the ground, twisted his arms behind his back, and handcuffed and hooded him.

Delphi lawfully searched the apartment and found hidden surveillance footage. After briefly reviewing it, they immediately destroyed the footage.

Chick and his men escorted Lou Pucci out of the apartment and back to the branch office.

Delphi and his men conducted a thorough search of the apartment, finding not only electronic devices such as cell phones, computers, and external hard drives, but also drugs, guns, hallucinogens, and more than a dozen bottles of baby oil.

Although they weren't entirely sure what the baby oil was for, the experienced agents still categorized it along with other items and packed it into evidence bags.

Meanwhile, Bernardo, armed with a search warrant, stormed into the villa in Sherman Oaks.

A lot of baby oil and psychedelic drugs were also found here.

While the search was underway, the interrogation of Lou Pucci had also begun.

The cell phones and external hard drives that Delphi found contained numerous videos and photos, many of which involved multiple instances of drugging and raping.

It's not just Britney Spears, but also other Hollywood actresses and models.

For example, Canadian actress Jessica Lucas, and Jane Levy, who was under 18.

Regarding Britney, the evidence is irrefutable.

Some of these also involve Shaun Combs, the Puff Daddy.

In the conference room, Jennifer checked the time and asked her assistant, "What did they say over there?"

The female assistant said, "Prosecutor Elizabeth has postponed her departure time and is waiting for you in her office."

Jennifer told her to bring the relevant documents and instructed her three trusted subordinates: "Pass the word that everyone will work overtime tonight. Begin handing in your personal communication devices now. Work in groups of three and supervise each other until I return."

"Yes." The three of them, including Chik, got to work.

Jennifer immediately went to the federal prosecutor's office.

She now has enough evidence to launch an investigation into the bragging and to subpoena him, while also getting the prosecutor to sign a search warrant.

All of this is within the rules.

Elizabeth quickly completed the procedures, signing a subpoena and search warrants for Boast's two mansions in Hobel Hill and Malibu.

Information about this case has not yet been leaked, but the secrecy cannot last long. Once the braggart is prepared and moves or destroys various pieces of evidence, things will get complicated.

Jennifer received the summons and search warrant and rushed back to the branch office immediately.

It was completely dark by then, and hundreds of FBI field agents had assembled.

They temporarily cut off all contact with the outside world and were unaware of the specifics of their mission when they set off by car.

The forty-odd cars split into two groups, with one group heading to the Malibu seaside villa area.

The other part headed straight for the wealthy Hopper Hill neighborhood.

The latter is a residential area where bragging frequently hosts parties, led by Jennifer herself.

The boastful mansion occupies a huge area; the lawn in the front yard alone is the size of one and a half football fields.

Jennifer arranged her men to block all three exits—front, middle, and rear—led by her trusted confidants.

All FBI field agents were equipped with bulletproof vests and automatic weapons, as if facing a formidable enemy.

FBI vehicles crashed into the mansion's gate; only then did the braggart get the news.

When Boasting hurriedly came downstairs, Chick and his men surrounded him, first showing their identification, then displaying summons and search warrants.

After reviewing the paperwork, the boastful man, nearly going crazy, stopped the group: "This is illegal trespassing. I need to verify your identity before you can enter..."

From the command vehicle outside the yard, Jennifer saw what was happening through the camera and immediately ordered: "Target obstructing law enforcement, take coercive measures."

At the entrance of the mansion, several boastful bodyguards rushed out.

But what they saw were agents equipped with automatic weapons and body armor, with the FBI logo prominently displayed on their tactical vests.

"FBI! Hands up!" an agent shouted, staring at them. "Let me see your hands!"

The muzzles of seven or eight automatic rifles and submachine guns were immediately pointed at those people.

The bodyguards quickly raised their hands and obediently lay down on the ground.

He tried to make a phone call, but was restrained by two agents. Then three more people came over and pushed and forced him into a car.

Jennifer again gave the order over the radio: "Search thoroughly, leave no corner unsearched."

Everyone inside the mansion was temporarily detained, and a large team of FBI agents entered the estate to conduct a thorough search.

This building has seven annex buildings alone.

At first, the FBI agents were quite excited; this kind of house raiding work was actually quite enjoyable to do.

But the more they found, the more silent the agents became.

The illegal firearms and ammunition were enough to arm a platoon.

All types of drugs and hallucinogens are available.

The variety of tools used for Ace's love is beyond imagination.

There are thousands of pairs of high heels.

Dozens of rooms were renovated for special purposes. Most shockingly, they found countless bottles of baby oil in eight buildings.

As for other hidden surveillance cameras, USB drives and hard drives locked in safes, various cameras, etc., they need to be transported back for careful inspection.

But in the underground vault, Chick found several photo albums containing numerous pictures of people sleeping together in the same bed.

There are also photos of him boasting and having several children together.

Chick immediately informed Jennifer.

Such a large-scale operation naturally could not be kept secret from the Los Angeles media, who are full of news informants.

At this moment, a large number of reporters arrived and surrounded the police cordon at the intersection.

The fastest-reacting online media outlets have already published the news online using the photos they took.

"FBI raids Puff Daddy's mansion, suspected to be conducting a large-scale search!"

Shocking! Puff Daddy has been arrested by the FBI!

Random and nonsensical news started flying around.

Almost simultaneously, Bernardo led another FBI team into Boast's party villa in Malibu.

The house was slightly smaller, but the quantity of various items found inside was equally astonishing.

All relevant physical evidence was recorded and temporarily sealed, then transported back for further processing.

Jennifer ordered that Boast and the others be taken back to the Los Angeles branch for interrogation.

Faced with all the evidence, he remained silent, not uttering a single word.

He knew very well that if he didn't speak up, someone would save him; but if he did speak up, he might face death.

On this special night, not only was the FBI's Los Angeles branch brightly lit, but many people were unable to sleep.

Jennifer kept issuing various instructions, while also having her female assistant send out notices that a case briefing would be held tomorrow.

We've also communicated with Britney, and she will be at tomorrow's media conference.

Britney Spears' career has plummeted in the past year, especially her relationship with Lou Pucci, which has repeatedly pushed the boundaries of acceptable behavior.

The latter also continues to expose negative information.

To reverse this public opinion, all Britney needs to do is stand in the victim's shoes.

The FBI found videos of Lou Pucci and Blowing up drugging and assaulting Britney Spears in the videos they had saved.

There are so many similar videos on that platform; he filmed them all and saved them.

It is well known that this is a common habit among celebrities and socialites.

Jennifer had relevant photos and videos prepared for public release, not only for the press conference but also for distribution to the media.

A knock sounded at the door, and the female assistant came in, holding a photo album: "It has pictures of you boasting and posing with many political figures."

Jennifer took the album and saw photos of Sylvia and Lassoton.

It wasn't a case of sleeping together under the same covers; it was just a normal group photo at a party.

She asked, "Is there a list?"

The female assistant said, "We're still sorting things out; we haven't found anything yet."

Jennifer was not surprised, pointing out several photos of Sylvia and Richardson attending bragging parties, saying, "These are all publicly available photos that the media found."

The female assistant replied, "Understood." She seemed quite ambitious and eager to advance her career: "Shall I send it out?"

Jennifer nodded slightly: "Go ahead."

The female assistant went out to attend to these confidential matters.

A few minutes later, in his office on the 16th floor of the Coast Building, Edward received the images that had been sent to him.

He immediately said to Hawke, "Boss, the goods have arrived."

Hawke went over to take a look, picked up the encrypted phone, called Jennifer, and asked, "How's the situation?"

Jennifer succinctly stated, "It's pretty much as expected, but there's no specific list."

Hawke said, "With so many group photos, someone will compile the list for us."

Jennifer asked, "Have the vanguard arrived?"

"We've arrived," Hawke replied. "That's all for now. Keep me informed if there's any news."

Once the event has begun, it will not be interrupted.

Hawke instructed Edward: "Make a copy of all the photos, videos, and information about the bragging party that Butterfly Company has collected, and have it delivered to Tom Eamon's people along with this."

Edward nodded and went out to do his work.

Hawke dialed Tom Emmer's number: "The media campaign can begin."

The two had already discussed it, and Tom Emer said, "I just received the nomination, and you've already given me a big gift."

Hawke laughed: "I congratulate you on becoming the Elephant Party's nominee."

Tom Emer was blunt: "I will mobilize all the media resources at my disposal to create momentum."

“Twitter will follow soon,” Hawke said a few more words before hanging up.

He went to the editorial department, where Sasha had set up a special team that was compiling news based on the information they had received.

There's no need to fabricate news; Hawke had already had a wealth of information collected.

With Britney involved, this case will attract even more attention across the United States.

While the photos and videos the FBI obtained from Boasting didn't contain the explicit content of Ciri and Laugh Tale, there were plenty of images and videos that directly linked Boasting's parties to the two of them.

Meanwhile, Edward finished his work and went to the rest area to get a cup of coffee.

He sat at a small round table, drinking coffee to stay awake.

My personal cell phone, which I use every day, suddenly rang.

Edward glanced at the caller ID and realized it was his ex-girlfriend Deborah calling.

This woman broke up with him several years ago.

Moreover, when they broke up, Edward returned all the gifts he had received from his ex.

The phone kept ringing.

Edward answered the call but didn't say anything.

Deborah's voice came from the other end: "Edward, is that you?"

Edward replied, "It's me. What's up? Why are you calling so late?"

“God, I’m so glad I found you.” Deborah, an actress, spoke with a hint of sadness in her voice: “I’ve run into some problems and didn’t know who else to contact, so I had to call you.”

Afraid that Edward would hang up, she quickened her pace: "Indio has followed in his father's footsteps, repeatedly using drugs at parties. My repeated attempts to persuade him have been ineffective, and have even led him to rebel."

Edward fell silent for a moment, thinking of the boy from a few years ago. Back then, he had tried many methods to prevent Fang from following in Robert Downey Jr.'s footsteps.

He personally taught Indio for nearly a year, so he developed some affection for him.

Deborah sobbed, "I really don't know what to do. Nobody can help me. I wanted to go to his grandfather, but old Robert is still using drugs, and going to him will only make things worse."

Edward asked, "Is he addicted?"

“Yes.” Deborah was filled with self-reproach: “I discovered it too late. By the time I noticed, Indio was already addicted.” (End of Chapter)