The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Russia, Siberia.

In the height of summer, an off-road vehicle drove out of the woodland, entered a nearby town, and stopped in front of a country villa.

Ivanov got out of the driver's seat, took his girlfriend Natalia's hand, and they went into the villa together.

The team members, including Tanya, Mikhail, and Maxim, were all present.

Ivanov looked at them and asked, "What's the matter that's so urgent that you suddenly called me back?"

Natalia was a logistics staff member hired by the team, and she was not an outsider.

Tanya, who was in charge of external liaison, did not hide anything from her: "We just received news from the United States that Sullivan has informed us to return to North America immediately. The target of this operation is WikiLeaks' US branch, as well as the three website editors in charge of the branch. Here is their information."

Ivanov took the list of personnel, quickly glanced at the photos, carefully read the resumes, and found that none of the three had received shooting training or had experience in the armed forces. He said, "They don't seem to be in much trouble."

Tanya added, "The only problem is faking it as a suicide."

Mikhail said with a smile, "It's our specialty."

Natalia remembered that they had escaped back last time, and quickly asked, "They're not in Los Angeles, are they?"

“Not in Los Angeles.” Tanya smiled at her. “In Irvine, Orange County, there are three unarmed personnel there. There’s basically no danger on this trip.”

Natalia looked at a map of the United States and realized that Orange County was near Los Angeles. Still a little worried, she warned, "Don't go into Los Angeles."

Ivanov nodded: "We won't go to Los Angeles. This time we're dealing with three ordinary editors from a small website, not a powerful force."

He gradually returned to work mode and gave orders one after another: "Mikhail, go and prepare the weapons; Maxim, go ahead and prepare the transportation; Tanya, contact a private plane, we want to enter without inspection."

"Yes." The three of them went about their respective tasks.

Ivanov pulled Natalia upstairs.

The two entered the room and became deeply entwined.

After a long while, the noise gradually subsided.

As Natalia dressed, she said, "We have to be careful this time." She turned around, slightly annoyed, "Every time we get together, it's always so short."

Ivanov lit a cigarette, blew a smoke ring, and said, "If I don't work, how will I earn money to support you? Our future happiness depends entirely on this job."

Natalia knew that money was the key to the future, so she could only sigh and say, "Work and making money are secondary; safety is the most important thing."

Ivanov laughed heartily: "Don't worry, after this job is over, I'm going to leave this industry. When I come back, we'll have our wedding."

Natalia smiled happily: "I'll wait for you to come back."

…………

Los Angeles, City Hall Plaza.

Campos got out of a car, strode forward, and got into a bulletproof Mercedes.

In the car, Hawke was looking at the square where thousands of people were gathered, waiting for Tom Emmer to appear.

A large number of reporters were among them, and the rumors of the illegitimate child in the past two days have provided the media with plenty of ammunition.

Hawke looked away and asked, "Did they send people over from Orange County?"

“Yes,” Campos said simply. “This time, Carlos and Garcia will lead the team, with Hierro, who is skilled in electronics and networks, assisting them, along with two elite squads transferred from Costa Rica.”

Hawke's principle was simple: "Capture those who can be captured alive, and kill those who cannot be captured alive."

"Understood." Campos wasn't one to beat around the bush.

Hawke pointed outside: "A lot of reporters from out of town have come, haven't they?"

"Butterfly has developed many informants among the Los Angeles paparazzi. Campos has obtained a lot of relevant information and said, 'The reporters are preparing to launch an attack today, using the issues of Sessions and his illegitimate child to target Tom Emmer.'"

Hawke wasn't surprised: "He can handle these things; we don't need to get involved."

My phone just then got a text message notification; it was from Jennifer Ferguson.

Hawke glanced at the screen, dialed Tom Emmer's number, and said, "I have good news for you. A group of FBI agents have arrived in Los Angeles and will be questioning you about the Sessions case. They will most likely choose to attack you at your speaking conference to damage your public image."

Tom Emmer remained completely calm and said, "As expected of my opponent, he made a similar choice to me."

"Good luck." Hawke hung up the phone.

He had also heard about Tom Emmer's preparations; Samantha was the girlfriend of his assistant, Krish, and the illegitimate child was naturally Krish's.

All related matters will be handled by Krishnamurti.

As Tom Emmer's campaign man, no one can force him to undergo a paternity test.

Their status as presidential candidates is enough to protect them from many legal issues.

Not long after, the crowd stirred and Tom Emer appeared.

But a large group of reporters blocked him near the media area.

Ignoring the security personnel's attempts to stop them, these people crowded in front of the barriers and kept asking questions.

Several people, fearing their voices weren't loud enough, even used electronic megaphones.

"Tom, you have shamefully betrayed your family and friendships, and even seduced your best friend's daughter. What explanation do you have for this?"

"Would you get a divorce, Claire? Tom has a son, but you're not the mother. What do you think?"

The response to this question was Tom and Emmanuel's hands clasped tightly together.

"Are you going to run for president with the stigma of being a rapist?"

The electronic megaphone held in front of the man's mouth did not produce any sound.

He thought it was broken, so he turned the switch off and on again, but it still wouldn't make a sound.

Many reporters around, each holding an electronic megaphone, discovered that all their devices had malfunctioned.

A dozen meters away, several vehicles were parked together. Inside one of them, a white modified van, sat an electronic squad from Butterfly Security Company.

The jamming equipment here is affecting many nearby devices.

Tom Emer and Claire walked hand in hand onto the stage, took the microphone, and said loudly, "There have been many rumors surrounding me these past few days. Before we officially begin, please allow me to clarify that none of them are true. They are malicious accusations and attempts to smear my competitor."

From the crowd gathered in the square, someone shouted at the top of their lungs: "rapist! Rape..."

Suddenly, several demons and monsters appeared nearby, surrounded him, and attacked him with fists and feet.

The man immediately bent over, unable to utter a single word.

Similar situations occurred in multiple locations across the square.

This is Los Angeles. Among the people who came here today are many monsters and freaks from the Mattressing Society, the Compton Foundation, and the Minority Rights Protection Association.

Even if the person who was beaten tries to protest afterwards, a label of discrimination will be attached to them, leaving them no way to defend themselves.

Tom Emer's voice echoed throughout the square: "Things always seem to have such a coincidence. Last time, Hillary had a party scandal, and then someone spread rumors that Claire and I had affairs with former security personnel. This time, Hillary's emails violated national laws, several members of her campaign team are suspected of cannibalism, and then someone is smearing me, saying I have an illegitimate child and have betrayed my marriage and family..."

Claire used her strength to lift their hands, which were clasped tightly together.

A round of enthusiastic applause erupted from below.

Tom Emmanuel pressed down with one hand, and after the applause subsided, he said, "Samantha is someone I watched grow up. I know that child, and I know who the father is. This was originally a small matter, an ordinary person's love story."

He beckoned to Krishnamurti to come up on stage, pointed at him and said, "Have you seen the news photos that slander me? Isn't he the person who appears most often in them?" Those who had seen the relevant news would naturally recognize Krishnamurti.

Tom Emer said, "Crihi is Samantha's fiancé. They fell in love several years ago when they attended an event I organized. It's the romance and love of young people."

Not far from the podium, a convoy of cars arrived, and a group of agents wearing FBI jackets got out and tried to rush onto the podium.

But Tom Emer, having been informed by Hawke, had already made arrangements and adjustments.

He not only prioritized clarification at the beginning of the event, but also mobilized a group of his fervent supporters to surround the podium in an attempt to obstruct the FBI agents from Washington.

"FBI!" the agent in charge shouted as he faced the crowd blocking the way. "The FBI is on official business, everyone move aside!"

The agents behind were also shouting, "Make way! Make way!"

Tom Emer's words, spoken through the microphone, drowned out their voices: "Crihi is my right-hand man, Samantha is my niece, they are my closest people, I love their children very much, and every time I return to Minneapolis, I make a point of visiting Bill. As a result, these were filmed by someone with ulterior motives and turned into smear material to slander me!"

He declared loudly, "I will report this to the FBI and bring those who slander me to justice!"

Krish took out his wallet and showed it a close-up photo of his family of three inside.

Live broadcasts from numerous cameras, including Twitter's live webcast and Fox News' live news coverage, all focused close-up shots on that photo.

The two young people inside looked at each other with deep affection in their eyes, each with one hand resting on the shoulder of the little boy in the middle.

Finally, the FBI overcame the obstacles, went up to the podium, and presented their interrogation warrants.

The supporters at the scene were furious, but Tom Emmer cooperated and calmed them down before leaving with the FBI.

In the car outside the square, Hawke said to Raul, who was driving, "Let's go."

He looked at Campos beside him: "Well done."

The FBI's intervention at this point would naturally embarrass Tom Emer, but getting anything in return would be difficult.

Even if you try to make a fuss about Krishnamurti, it won't be easy.

Krish was not old, and according to the timing mentioned by Sessions, he was perfectly in line with the Romeo Act.

…………

Manhattan, Washington Square.

Sillari's speech was forced to stop because the scene was in chaos.

A large group of people shouted in unison: "Leaker! Leaker! Leaker..."

Those who supported Sillari immediately retorted: "Tom Emmer's lackeys, get out of New York!"

The two sides went from hurling insults at each other to throwing objects at each other, and then to close-quarters combat, creating a huge commotion that essentially ruined the speech.

The NYPD intervened immediately. Sila wanted to take control of the situation, but her arrangements were not detailed enough. Her control in New York was clearly not as good as Hawke's years of preparation in Los Angeles.

To some extent, Hawke had been preparing for a messy war for years.

Hillary Clinton, on the other hand, is preparing for the general election.

At the request of the NYPD, Hillary Clinton had no choice but to interrupt her speech and temporarily retreat.

Washington Square is located in Greenwich Village, and suddenly a huge loudspeaker blared from some building nearby.

"Cyrani the cannibal! A cannibal..."

The sound was exceptionally loud, making Sirali's face extremely embarrassed.

In the square, the attacks between the two groups quickly turned bloody. Tom Emmer's supporters, who were far outnumbered, were surrounded and brutally beaten, with several suffering broken heads.

Without the NYPD's intervention, these people might have ended up in the morgue.

In past elections, there have been instances of violence and physical harm.

But such a large scale is rare.

Surrounded by Abedin, Sullivan, John Lucas, and a group of security personnel, the Hillarys hurriedly left the open-air lecture hall and headed towards the motorcade.

A large number of reporters surrounded both sides, taking pictures of the group.

Some people even took out tape recorders to record the sounds that were constantly being transmitted to the square.

The title of "cannibal" will surely spread throughout the United States today.

Regardless of which side they supported, the reporters were all extremely excited at this moment. This election had so many interesting aspects, and the prize money was sure to be huge!
If we can get a few exclusives, we'll be rich!

Although Sylvia was very angry and her face was very ugly, she did not forget the plan she had made in advance.

As she approached the car, she suddenly stopped, swaying unsteadily, and fell to one side.

Zipperton quickly reached out and caught his wife as she fell.

"Doctor, doctor!" Abedin shouted.

Reporters swarmed around, snapping photos like crazy.

John Lucas shouted, “Make way, make way, let the air out! Keep the air out!”

The reporters didn't care whether people lived or died, and kept pushing their way in.

With the help of Zipperton, Silali managed to stand up.

Abedin, supporting her other hand, together with Zipperton, helped Sylvia into the car.

NYPD and Secret Service vehicles led the way, escorting Hillary and her entourage straight to the hospital.

The reporters all got into the car and followed.

Some supporters who were not involved in the physical conflict also followed.

In the van, Sila said coldly, without any problem, "Tom Emerson has crossed the line."

Zipperton rarely said anything like, "They've already crossed the line."

Ignoring her husband's words, Celia asked Sullivan, "What's the situation in Los Angeles?"

“Tom Emer put all the blame on his assistant, Krish.” Sullivan had made a phone call earlier and quickly explained the situation.

"Do you think so?" Sillaly said.

Sullivan was very confident about this: "Absolutely not."

Hillary glanced in the rearview mirror and could vaguely see Washington Square, which had turned into a riot.

She thought for a moment and said, "Find a way to get Tom Emmer's biological sample, do a paternity test with the boy's sample you've already collected, and then get that woman's father..."

Sullivan reminded him: "Sessions."

Sillari nodded slightly: "Let Sessions step in and make this a done deal."

Before she could finish speaking, she added, "Claire Emer has several non-profit organizations under her name. If someone investigates them, they'll definitely find out what's going on."

Upon hearing this, Zipperton quickly added, "Make sure our foundation's accounts are in order."

Regarding the foundation, Hillary was confident because of her experience as First Lady; she knew far more than Claire and had already transferred some shady dealings to clandestine overseas agencies back in the 1990s. (End of Chapter)