The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Are you sure it wasn't just once?

In the NBC studio, the female host asked Stamp, who was sitting diagonally across from her, "Still with Tom and Emery?"

Stamp said with a serious expression: "Yes, I was initially seduced by Claire Emerson, or rather, lured in. Then Tom Emerson, who was hiding in the shadows, filmed me and used the video to blackmail me. He said that if I didn't agree, he would have Claire call the police and say that I was raping her."

He was quite helpless: "If the police are notified of this kind of crime, I simply cannot explain it clearly."

The female host then asked, "Could you describe how you do it each time, or how you do it?"

The production team had already prepared three figurines of two men and one woman. Stamp took them, placed them on the table in front of him, and gestured to the camera: "This is me!"

Then he picked up a man and a woman, placing them in front and behind respectively: "It's basically the same every time."

The female host exclaimed in surprise: "Isn't that you're messing with the front while the back is..."

Stamp remained silent.

The female host asked, "How did you feel at that time?"

“Disgusting, humiliating, helpless, fearful… because they used my family as a threat.” Stamp spoke the truth, because there was no need to fabricate it: “I was just an ordinary employee of the Secret Service, while one of them was a billionaire and the other was the majority party whip. It would have been easy for them to target my family.”

The female host expressed her sympathy: "It's really terrifying."

Stamp said, "There's something even worse. The reason I was able to get away from them was because Tom Emer went too far and seriously injured me, forcing me to go to the hospital."

"What injury?" the female host asked, voicing the question that all the viewers were concerned about.

Since he was already on the show, Stamp didn't intend to leave any room for error: "He went off-topic, very seriously off-topic."

He opened the bag he had brought with him and took out a medical report: "This is my medical record at the time. You can check the relevant information at the hospital."

The camera immediately zoomed in for a close-up.

Stamp produced another record: "A foundation under Claire once gave me hush money; this is the transfer record."

The female host asked him to lift up so the camera could focus on a close-up shot, and then asked, "What are your plans for the future?"

Simply broadcasting the news wasn't enough; Stamp had already made arrangements with the other party: "I will sue Tom and Claire Emerson to protect my legal rights!"

"Let's cheer for Stamp who is not afraid of power!" The female host clapped enthusiastically.

The housewives present applauded enthusiastically.

Stamp was so moved that he choked up and stood up to bow repeatedly.

The program has now ended.

In his office, Hawke looked at the television screen and shook his head slightly. The bigwigs in America really know how to have fun.

In comparison, Hollywood is far inferior.

Edward watched the entire program and asked, "Is all of this true? My God, I thought that Hillary and the Laugh Tale couple had given me a revolutionary breakthrough in my understanding of the upper echelons of politics, but I never expected that Tom Emerson and Claire Emerson could come up with something even more outrageous."

Hawke exclaimed, "On one side is a beautiful woman, on the other is a gay guy who's lusting after you, which would you choose?"

Edward said in a serious tone, "I will stay away from these perverts as much as possible."

He looked at Hawke: "Boss, could what that former Secret Service agent said be true?"

Instead of answering directly, Hawke asked, "Is what we found out about Seraphim and Laldon true?"

“Yes.” Edward understood: “Since the Hillary couple are real, then the Tom and Emerson couple are real too.”

Hawke turned off the TV with the remote, got up and went to the French windows, saying, "I'm sure there will be a series of good shows to come."

Edward rambled on, "If each party could control the military, a civil war might break out, and the states of the United States might disintegrate."

This was exactly the situation Hawke wanted, but he pretended not to hear Edward's unintentional remarks.

The phone rang at that moment, and Hawke answered it.

Megan Taylor called: "Have you watched the NBC show?"

Hawke replied, "I've seen it."

“Sirius and Tom Emmer, these are our future presidents.” Megan would say to Hawke whatever came to mind: “I am very pessimistic about the future of America. One day we will be dragged into the abyss by these two groups of pigs.”

Hawke said, "Don't have too many illusions about politicians."

Megan paused slightly, then asked, "Where's Brian?"

Hawke didn't answer, but simply said, "Let's enjoy this grand spectacle first."

Meghan laughed: "This year's election is going to be very exciting. The opening is already a climax, and I'm sure there will be many ups and downs later on."

Hawke agreed: "We'll have to wait and see who's worse."

“The people on your side are definitely worse,” Megan said a few more words before hanging up.

Hawke sat down and glanced at the news online. Previously, news about Puff Daddy, Hillary Clinton, and Britney Spears had been in the top three of the trending topics, but now Britney Spears had been pushed down to fourth place.

The third spot was taken by Tom and Claire Emerson's three-door.

The presidential candidates from both the Democratic and Republican parties were embroiled in shocking scandals on the same day.

Hawke gave it a push, and the two sides were now locked in a fierce battle.

…………

Washington has received information about Tom Emmer, who is preparing to give media interviews and launch a scathing attack on Hillary Clinton.

He and his wife Claire watched Stamp's program as quickly as possible, their faces turning to stone, devoid of any expression or demeanor, appearing completely wooden.

Claire gritted her teeth in anger: "We should have killed him back then! We should have killed him!"

Tom Emer sat in a high-backed chair with his hands resting flat on the armrests, without saying a word.

Claire urged, "We must respond, you..."

Tom Emer raised his hand to interrupt her: "Give me some peace and quiet, I'm trying to figure something out."

Claire plopped down on the sofa next to her, took out a cigarette, lit it, and after a few moments of puffing, her mood calmed down a bit.

She was considering whether to have someone kill Stamp. Tom Emer spoke up: "You want to kill him? Absolutely not! He's not in prison, and he's a former Secret Service agent, an expert in preventing assassinations. If anything goes wrong, we'll be the prime suspects."

Claire said, "I remember he had family."

“If I’m not mistaken, his family shouldn’t be in the United States anymore.” Tom Emmer didn’t give up on this: “Have someone check.”

Claire nodded.

Tom Emmer continued, "This is not a spontaneous act; it must be orchestrated by our adversaries. We are about to face the media and must present a unified narrative."

"What do you mean?" Claire still listened to her husband on this point.

Tom Emmer had faced many difficult problems and always found a way to deal with them. This time was no exception. He slowly said, "The head of the Secret Service's Congressional Division, Russell, is living in Arlington after retiring. His youngest son wants to go to Harvard Law School this year, and his eldest son is graduating from New York University. Go see him in person and tell Russell that I will take care of the recommendation letter for his youngest son. All other expenses, including tuition, will be fully covered by your foundation."

Harvard Law School tuition is as high as $7 a year, and with other expenses such as books and insurance, it can reach $10, but that's nothing compared to the election.

Claire understood perfectly and said, "Okay."

Tom Emmer added, "Russell wants his eldest son to go into politics, and I will bring him into my campaign team to participate in the highest-level political activities in the United States."

Claire laughed: "He would never refuse."

Tom Emmer's thoughts became clearer as he spoke, and his pace quickened: "Stampe had a chronic anorectal condition that had never flared up until one time he was using the toilet at our house, which caused him to leave his post. We immediately called an ambulance and took him to the hospital."

Claire nodded: "We've already taken care of things at the hospital. The only remaining record is that he was absent from his post."

Tom Emer continued, "The treatment is over, and due to health issues, Stamp had to leave the Secret Service, as Russell can attest."

The Secret Service records only show the relevant symptoms, not anything else.

Tom Emmer handled it specifically back then: "The money we gave him was a humanitarian donation from your foundation; the money given by him personally was to thank him for his dedication during his work, and also because his illness occurred during his work period, so we gave it out of goodwill."

Claire's anxiety visibly disappeared: "That's right, that's exactly it. Our kindness and goodwill have been met with malicious slander."

She realized something: "In this way, we can still stand on the moral high ground and win the support of a large number of people."

Tom Emmer was not so optimistic, saying, "Stamp's past role as our security guard, along with his personal medical reports, means that no matter what we do, there will be criticism. What we're doing is trying to minimize the impact of that criticism."

Claire said bitterly, "Seraphim is too vicious."

Tom Emer checked the time and said, "I have to go see the reporters. You go to Arlington right now and meet with Russell in person. You have to persuade him no matter what."

“I will.” Claire said as she walked out, calling her assistant/driver to bring the car over immediately.

Tom Emmer waited another ten minutes or so before meeting up with campaign manager Stephen and others to go to the press room.

Because of Stamp's public accusations, the entire agenda of the interview changed, and the media's focus shifted entirely to the three doors.

Tom Emmer, following his pre-planned strategy, firmly denied Stamp's claims, accusing them of being slander.

Stephen then reminded him that Claire had already won over Russell.

Tom Emer delivered the agreed-upon words in a firm and resonant voice.

This firm attitude reflects the confidence of the person involved, and many supporters who attended the media conference shouted encouragement to Tom Emer.

Before Tom Emmer could finish speaking, he addressed the Fox News and Twitter live cameras, saying, "This smear campaign is a conspiracy. Stamp must have been bought off. Some people have questionable character and have done many despicable things, yet they turn around and slander a morally upright person. Would you entrust America to such people?"

The supporters shouted, "We're not reassured."

Just over ten minutes after the press conference ended, a retired former congressional chief of the Secret Service tweeted that he had heard about Stamp's illness before he served Tom Emmer, and that Stamp had indeed received treatment for a sudden illness, which was also the reason he had to leave the Secret Service.

This seems to prove the innocence of Tom and Emerson.

However, another former Secret Service agent later came forward to confirm that Stamp's absence was entirely deliberate and directly related to Tom Emmer and his wife, and that Stamp was not the first victim of this crazy couple.

Both sides have their supporters and their opponents, and neither side can produce any direct and compelling evidence such as videos or photos.

The water in this pool has become completely murky.

…………

FBI branch office in downtown Los Angeles.

Following standard procedures, Bragging Daddy Sean Combs, who had been transferred to criminal detention, met with Vieira, the lawyer who had come specifically for him.

The black lawyer, sporting a large bald head, politely asked the FBI personnel to leave.

Once the door was closed, Boasting immediately asked, "What's the situation now?"

Vieira said softly, "The FBI raided your two residences in Los Angeles and found a large amount of contraband. Your villa in Miami was also raided by the FBI, and the situation was similar to that in Los Angeles."

He was quite troubled: "Britney reported you and Lou Pucci to the FBI, accusing you of sexually assaulting her. The FBI found a lot of evidence in your phones and homes. You're going to be in big trouble."

The boastful man asked, "Can you bail me out?"

“No, the FBI and federal prosecutors refuse bail.” Vieira said simply, “The FBI is now collecting evidence of your crimes nationwide and encouraging victims to report them. Victims are coming in one after another, and the FBI needs to keep track of your situation. You can’t leave.”

His boastful, dark face was contorted with anger: "Why did it turn out like this?"

Vieira sat opposite him: "Sean, haven't you figured it out yet?"

He shut his thick lips; how could he not understand things at this point?
The more convenience and privileges you enjoyed through Sillaly and Zipperton before, the more trouble you'll face now.

But he provided so many special services for the two of them...

Boasting asked, "What did they say?"

“No matter what problems arise, what crimes or privacy issues, it all ends with you,” Vieira said in a low voice. “As long as you’re willing to take responsibility, the rest will naturally be taken care of.”

He knows best what he's done and what he's boasted about. If the FBI finds out, he'll be spending decades in prison.

He really wanted to ask, what if he refused?
The question was never asked, because the outcome was obvious.

Not wanting to shut up forever, the braggart said, "I understand. Tell them to rest assured, this matter ends with me."

Vieira secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Don't worry, as long as we win, none of the current problems will be problems."

At this point, the only option left is to believe them when they're bragging.

As soon as the lawyer's meeting time arrived, detectives entered, and Vieira could only grab her bag and leave the room. (End of Chapter)