The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Pepera, a peninsula jutting out of the land, separates the bay where the pier is located from the open sea into two parts, north and south.

On the north side of the open sea, the cargo ship stopped as planned in the deep waters not too far from the coast.

A speedboat approached the cargo ship, and Essien, who had sailed there, boarded the ship via the deck ladder. After meeting up with Drogba, they went together to the electronic control room.

When Andrei saw him, he asked, "What's the situation over there?"

Essin said, "Yesterday afternoon, a group of Indians entered the Valley Company's camp. Their identities and purposes are not yet known. Our insiders are too low-ranking to have access to these things. In addition, all the blacks responsible for sanitation work have been temporarily expelled from the Valley Company. The camp's security and sentry posts have been strengthened."

Andrei could easily deduce: "This is a sign that the Indians are preparing to take action."

Gonzalez unfolded the map, glanced at the location of the River Valley Company, and said, "There's no other reason."

Andrei asked, "How are the arrangements in Pepera going?"

“Touré and his men have rented houses in different locations.” Essien came to the map and pointed to the houses: “Here, here, and here. Although their locations are a bit far from the River Valley Company, they are enough to provide laser guidance for the drone swarm.”

Andrei looked at Gonzalez: "Launch the attack as soon as possible, don't give the Indians time to escape."

Gonzalez said, "We are ready for battle, and the drones can take off one after another within half an hour."

Essien said, "The Toure team can provide laser guidance at any time."

Andrei decisively ordered, "Prepare for battle!" He picked up the communicator and shouted, "Captain Navas, please respond if you hear me."

“I am Navas,” Navas responded from the other side.

Andrei said, "The cargo ship is adjusting to combat position."

In the steering gear room, Navas instructed the helmsman to adjust the cargo ship's course and speed as planned.

González strode to his command post and began issuing a series of instructions.

Essien then contacted Touré.

As the cargo ship turned slightly, several cargo hold doors used for loading grain opened, revealing the bottom deck where drones were deployed.

Several of the large drones can carry self-destruct bombs weighing up to 45 kilograms.

Because it was a medium-range attack, with the target distance exceeding 15 kilometers, those small drones weighing no more than 3 kilograms were basically useless.

Inside the largest cargo hold, there are also two special drones, each equipped with a thermite injector.

The Valley Company's camp buildings were mostly brick and wood structures, making them very easy to catch fire.

At Gonzalez's command, two reconnaissance drones took off and flew towards the coast.

Not long after, the aerial images of the Valley Company's camp were transmitted to the drone electronic information command center.

Based on Toure's observations from the ground, Andrei believed that the time was ripe for an attack.

One drone after another took off from the cargo ship, heading straight for Perbera.

Somalia, a country in name only, has virtually no air defense capabilities.

The drone swarm flew directly over the coastal side of the city without any obstruction or interference.

On the top floor of a three-story building in Berbera, Toure, dressed in a style indistinguishable from the local Black people, opened his bag, took out a laser pointer, and shone it on the tallest three-story brick and wood building in the valley camp.

Almost simultaneously, two other teams that received instructions from Essien also made laser-guided decisions.

However, they directed their attention to the weapons depot mentioned by their informant, as well as the camp where the personnel were most concentrated.

At noon, the weather was hot, and most people were indoors.

Narendra was sitting in an air-conditioned room, making a satellite phone call with New Delhi.

Salman came in from outside, and after the satellite phone call was finished, he saluted and said, "Colonel, we have received news from Djibouti that the transport route can be opened once we make the payment."

Upon hearing this, Narendra, who was initially in a hurry, became less anxious: "You should communicate with them directly, pay one-third as a deposit first, and pay the rest later."

Salman paused for a moment, but as a former Indian military officer, he naturally understood the meaning behind those words, and hesitated slightly: "The other side..."

Narendra held up a finger and shook it: "If it's settled, you'll naturally get a share."

“No problem.” Salman immediately became motivated and said, “I’ll go and negotiate with those bastards right away.”

Narendra nodded in satisfaction. In order to open up transportation channels, a deposit would definitely have to be paid.

But the final payment never existed for Indians.

The funds allocated from above, any that cannot be spent, will naturally end up in the pockets of those who handle them.

Narendra considered the offer of one-third to be quite generous, considering that in India, at most one-tenth of the funds disbursed would actually be spent on projects.

As the midday temperature rose higher and higher, the old air conditioner's outdoor unit emitted a loud, strained roar.

Narendra fell into deep thought, considering how to gain more personal benefits while working for India.

If this secret deal succeeds, India will inevitably make rapid progress in aerospace. The Tejas fighter jet, which has been designed and developed for many years, may achieve a breakthrough that surpasses the times and truly become a force that can crush the air force of its northern neighbor.

There are also carrier rockets and ballistic missiles.

New Delhi will definitely allocate a large sum of money. It will be difficult for me, as a colonel, to get the lion's share, but as the executor of a secret mission, I can at least get a taste of the soup.

Thinking about this, Narendra felt he should have a drink to celebrate.

He looked at the guard, Priya, and said, “I remember Salman mentioned that there’s a cellar of wine here. Go and get a bottle; I want to have a glass at lunch.”

Priya silently went out, found Salman's assistant Arjun, and together they left the three-story building.

The sun was hot as the two walked toward the warehouse.

Arjun seemed to hear something and said, "There seems to be a sound in the sky."

Apulia looked up at the sky and, even with the blinding sunlight, could still see something rapidly descending from high above.

Arjun saw it too.

Both men were soldiers, so they possessed at least some basic military skills. Almost simultaneously, they shouted, "Enemy attack! Enemy attack..."

As the voices rang out, Amita, who was half asleep, jumped up from his chair at the door of the warehouse closest to the two of them, leaped onto the wall, and punched the red button directly.

The piercing alarm sounded throughout the camp.

On the sentry tower, the sentry took out an AK74 and pulled the trigger at the dark figure falling from the sky.

However, it is extremely difficult for an automatic rifle to hit a rapidly falling drone.

At the same time the gunshot rang out, three large drones swooped down, with the first one crashing heavily into the front of the three-story building.

Boom——

The drone carrying a 45-kilogram high-explosive bomb successfully detonated, sending up plumes of smoke.

In the air-conditioned room on the second floor, Narendra, who immediately crawled under the desk upon hearing the alarm, was dizzy from the shockwave, her vision went black, and she felt something flowing out of her ears, nose, and mouth.

The heavy desk disintegrated and flew through the air.

Narendra had countless broken bones, his ribs pierced his internal organs, and even Shiva couldn't save him.

Compared to Narendra, Salman, the head of the Valley Company, was much less fortunate.

Perhaps his long-term stable life made him lose the vigilance he had when he worked at Black Cat.

Or perhaps the Black Cat officer himself was just not very well-mannered.

Upon hearing the alarm, Salman immediately ran to the window to check the situation, even suspecting that his unreliable subordinate had accidentally triggered the alarm, and prepared to reprimand him loudly.

The drone struck the side of his window, the explosion tearing Salman apart; the violent blast ripped his body to shreds. Every Indian in the building near that side was killed instantly.

The high-explosive bomb not only tore apart Salman's body, but also the walls and main frame of the three-story building.

Seconds after the explosion, the building collapsed, burying the other survivors who were seriously injured.

The violent explosion not only destroyed the three-story building, but also affected those who were nearby. Priya, who was far away from the building, was knocked to the ground, and the shockwave, like a hurricane, flattened his face.

Arjun, who was standing next to him, was very unlucky. A piece of flying debris hit his head, and half of his face and half of his brain were gone.

But Puglia's luck ended there.

Another large drone had already swooped in.

The warehouse was one of Andrei's priority targets for attack.

The drone crashed onto the warehouse roof, and the 45-kilogram high-explosive suicide drone exploded, collapsing the entire warehouse.

Priya, lying on the ground, was like a leaf in a hurricane, blown away and then crashing to the ground, turning into a lump of human-shaped garbage with flesh and bones still attached.

The warehouse manager, Amita, was dismembered and his body could not be pieced together. Even if someone came to collect the body, it would most likely be classified as a missing person.

The explosion triggered a secondary explosion of ammunition stored in the warehouse, with grenades exploding and bullets flying everywhere.

At the same time, a third large drone landed.

Several Indians who ran out of the house in a panic picked up their AK74s and self-defense pistols and fired wildly into the sky.

But ordinary firearms are simply no match for drones.

With a deafening roar, the largest barracks were reduced to rubble, and those who couldn't escape were all buried alive inside.

The Indians who fired the shots were hit by the blast wave, fell to the ground, and never got up again.

This isn't a movie scene. A high-explosive bomb weighing tens of kilograms explodes 20 or 30 meters away. As long as a person lies down, they'll be fine.

Even disregarding the shrapnel damage, the shockwave alone is enough to cause serious injury.

Not to mention people, even a brick-and-wood watchtower more than 30 meters away collapsed in the explosion.

Further away, on a watchtower equipped with INSAS machine guns, the sentry continuously fired into the sky.

There were hundreds of smaller drones that followed the three large drones as they fell. The sentry shot one down in mid-air, which affected the other two.

Before he could even celebrate, a small drone flew in from the side and rear, flew into the watchtower, and crashed into the Indian man's backside.

With a loud bang, the Indian sentry experienced a makeshift airplane.

The plane ticket wasn't expensive; it was just a matter of his life.

Hundreds of small drones, like hornets whose swarms had been disturbed, swarmed down one after another, attacking all the buildings and all living things.

These were not random attacks, but rather carried out in small groups.

At the River Valley Company’s sprawling camp, explosions rang out one after another, like Washington’s Independence Day fireworks.

A part of a living person's body was hit by a makeshift airplane, a car was blown to pieces, and a motorcycle, whose exhaust vent had been unclogged for a long time, was twisted into a pretzel shape.

The few remaining Indians were in complete disarray, crying and screaming in agony.

They wanted to fire back, but they didn't know where the enemy came from.

The sky was filled with nothing but densely packed drones.

Those planes were full of deadly bombs.

After a series of explosions, the camp was covered in smoke and ash, and no intact buildings could be seen.

All the Indians were either torn apart by the explosion, buried alive by the collapsing buildings, or lay dead on the open ground.

Even the three armored vehicles that Narendra brought were repeatedly bombed into scrap metal by drones.

There are lucky ones, though.

The sentry named Sangjiayi, clutching an AK74, endured the excruciating pain of his broken arm and lay motionless on the edge of the collapsed ruins.

Using the smoke and dust from the explosion, he slightly raised his head and could vaguely see several drones still hovering in the sky.

He dared not move, wondering to himself: Who is the enemy? Where are they?
On the sea north of the peninsula, cargo ships still fly a Japanese flag, masquerading as ships from East Asia.

Inside the electronic command center, several LCD screens displayed images transmitted from reconnaissance drones.

The sea breeze dispersed the smoke and dust, revealing the ruins of the Valley Company camp below.

All the buildings collapsed.

González asked, "Should we proceed with the third wave of attacks?"

"Attack!" Andrei did not hesitate or show any mercy; Hawke's order had to be carried out.

Any Indian who intends to participate in this rocket technology operation must die!

Gonzalez then ordered the operators: "Third wave of attack, execute now!"

Above the Valley Company's camp, two large drones lowered their altitude and flew over from different positions, their jets under the fuselage continuously spraying thermite.

These flames, like will-o'-the-wisps, drifted down from the sky, forming a continuous expanse of fire that seemed capable of burning through everything.

Seeing flames erupting on both sides and flames falling from the sky, Sang Jiayi abandoned her pretense of being dead, got up, and ran.

As he ran, he heard screams repeatedly.

It is clear that he was not the only survivor of the explosion.

Those who were pretending to be dead were all awakened by the deadly flames.

Sang Jiayi tried to find a place to hide, but a piece of fire landed on her broken arm, burning through her clothes and reaching the bone.

The pain, more intense than a broken bone, made him scream in agony, writhing on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames.

But as he rolled, he got caught in another ball of fire on the ground, and the flames burned his body.

Sang Jiayi quickly turned into a human torch.

The high-temperature flames of the thermite ignited everything flammable in the camp.

A raging fire broke out, turning the entire camp into a blaze.

Two reconnaissance drones hovering in the sky captured images of the city engulfed in flames before quickly ascending to their destination and returning to base as fast as possible.

The situation at the River Valley Company has alarmed many local Black people.

Armed personnel from the local government, as well as gunmen from several local gangs, arrived one after another.

But these people weren't stupid; they all watched from a distance and never got involved.

What business is it of theirs what happens to Indians?

Local government officials organized manpower to clear a buffer zone to prevent the city from being engulfed in flames.

Ture and his team, who were conducting ground-based laser guidance, have already driven their prepared vehicles and evacuated by land.

The five drones returned safely and landed in the cargo hold.

The cargo ship increased its speed and headed out to sea.

The speedboat that Essien brought was also towed to the open sea and sank to the bottom of the sea. (End of this chapter)