The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 539 Carbon-based life forms cannot resist high-tech weapons
Irvine's unique environment has attracted many large companies, such as Blizzard Entertainment in the gaming industry, Ingram Micro, a supply chain service provider, and Allergan, a medical aesthetics giant, all of which have their headquarters located here.

With a better business environment, a large number of entrepreneurs have come uninvited.

On the street where WikiLeaks is located, many detached houses are rented out to entrepreneurs as temporary offices.

Three of the companies located near WikiLeaks, after operating for several years, recently completed a ownership transfer without any fanfare.

Thanks to the intervention of the FBI's Los Angeles branch, no one was alerted.

Jennifer Ferguson could mobilize official resources to establish her base here, so Hawke naturally needed to rely on official resources as well.

Of course, the FBI couldn't possibly deploy a large number of people to stake out the area; all the peripheral work was outsourced to Butterfly Security.

Carlos and Garcia's men took over three companies, keeping a close watch on WikiLeaks.

At a window of a three-story building, FBI agent Chick took a sip of coffee, glanced out the window, and asked, "Haven't you noticed anything yet?"

“No.” Garcia sat in front of the computer screen, watching the footage from the surveillance camera.

Chick glanced at his watch. An action team had been stationed here for several days, and the men below were becoming somewhat restless.

Although the FBI is extremely skilled at fishing, this kind of long and tedious work of waiting is still quite difficult to endure.

Garcia remained calm. They had been there for some time and had quietly installed many hidden cameras around the target house.

The three people at WikiLeaks are incredibly focused and obsessed with their work; recently they've been living and eating in the two-story house across the street.

Carlos sent people disguised as food delivery workers inside; the first floor was the work area, and the second floor was the living quarters.

Chick's partner Delphi said, "Be patient, wait a little longer. The big boss sent a message saying the new bait has been cast into the water."

"Hopefully we can catch a few big fish." Chick glanced at house number 12 where WikiLeaks was located.

“These three people basically don’t go out.” Yero was monitoring the situation over there via the internet: “If the fish want to eat the bait, they can only come to the place where we’ve baited the area.”

Chick nodded: "Hopefully our plan will work."

Garcia then said, "There's something going on outside. A special vehicle has turned onto this street and is heading this way."

Chick and Delphi rushed over and stood behind Garcia, where they saw an AT&T network repair vehicle appear on the screen.

WikiLeaks uses AT&T services for everything from telephone to internet, and Hiero has been monitoring it: "WikiLeaks' network has been working well since the last outage."

He quickly typed on the keyboard: "There are no repair records for mobile phones, internet, or landlines."

"Something's wrong." Garcia saw the car rapidly approaching on the screen, picked up the intercom, and called Carlos: "There's a problem at the front door, the back door?"

Carlos replied, "A car is approaching, but it's impossible to determine at the moment."

Garcia looked at Chick; if the FBI wouldn't take action, they would have to.

Chick, Jennifer's trusted subordinate, pressed the radio button without hesitation: "Everyone, prepare for battle."

He then specifically said, "Sniper team, prepare for battle."

There was also a rooftop on the other side, where snipers quickly took position.

The internet repair vehicle slowly slowed down and stopped in a roadside parking space near WikiLeaks.

Three people, two men and one woman, got out of the car. They were all wearing AT&T repair uniforms and had their own work tags around their necks.

They carried their toolboxes and walked toward the door of WikiLeaks.

Another person got out of the repair vehicle and used binoculars to stare intently at the sky.

At first glance, it looks like they are inspecting the power lines strung up on the pole.

On the screen in front of Garcia, the images of the four people captured were automatically entered into the database and compared with the suspected targets in North Hollywood in terms of body shape.

The four faces were unfamiliar, but their figures, gaits, and body types were all valuable for comparison.

Before the comparison results were even available, Chick had already decisively given the order: "Adopt Indoor Operation Plan 1. Team A will attack from the front door, and Team B will enter from the back wall."

He looked at Garcia and said, "You don't have law enforcement authority; you're responsible for perimeter security and sweeping operations."

"Yes." Garcia didn't waste any words and immediately gave instructions to his men.

As the two gave their orders, personnel dressed in their gear arrived at the door of the house on the first floor and another nearby building, ready to launch their attack.

Nearby, eight cars drove out from different places, and the people in the cars took out folding drones, unfolded them, and prepared to launch them.

Inside a house behind the back wall of WikiLeaks, FBI agents dressed in black combat uniforms and tactical vests had set up a plank between the two walls.

On the screen, the database comparison ended, and Garcia quickly said, "The comparison results show that the four people are extremely similar to the target suspect, with a 99.99% similarity in build and gait."

Chick spoke directly into the radio: "The fish has taken the bait, fire authorization!"

Both sides had already reached an understanding that if any problems arose, the security company would naturally take responsibility.

Garcia was full of confidence.

As one of the few achievements of Twitter's AI Manhattan project, this comparison system has undergone extensive testing and practice, and its accuracy is astonishingly high.

On the street in front of the gate, Tanya pressed down her black wig slightly, adjusted her work tag, and went up to ring the doorbell.

The security camera in front of the door immediately turned to film.

A voice came from the speaker that came with the electronic lock: "Who are you?"

Tanya took a small step back, making sure her upper body was visible on the monitor, and then showed her work badge: "I am Katharine Hayek, an AT&TDE maintenance technician. Last time your network malfunctioned, my colleague used a temporary solution because they lacked spare parts. This time I..."

Ivanov stood at the back, occasionally looking up at the sky.

Even without a drone, he still felt uneasy.

Maxim then pointed out, "The door is open."

Ivanov nodded and followed Tanya forward, saying, "Take control of the person immediately."

The three entered the room one after the other.

Maxim stood guard outside the door.

From the small building diagonally opposite, Chick gave the order: "Sniper, fire!"

On the third-floor rooftop, a small-caliber sniper rifle fitted with a silencer quietly protruded from its muzzle.

The sniper had already taken aim at Maxim.

The moment he heard the order, he pulled the trigger.

The sound of a subsonic bullet being fired was still very loud, like a huge fart.

Blood spurted from Maxim's torso, and he collapsed to the ground.

Almost simultaneously, another sniper fired.

On the network repair truck that had never been turned off, the driver exploded in a burst of blood.

The two groups rushed out from different courtyards.

Two of them immediately checked the car and the dead body, while the other two stood guard at the door.

The remaining armed personnel, dressed in black tactical vests, quickly entered WikiLeaks' courtyard.

Meanwhile, another team jumped over two walls and into the small backyard. One person went forward to unlock the door, and the rest of the team followed in an orderly fashion.

At the same time, the commander's voice came through: "Target three, two men and one woman, all wearing AT&T maintenance uniforms."

In the front yard, the agent leading the team said, "Prepare the stun grenades!"

The person who suddenly entered the backyard stopped in a passageway.

Two agents in the front yard smashed the window with the butts of their guns.

The other two threw in their stun grenades almost simultaneously, shouting, "Fire in the hole!"

Inside the living room, Ivanov and Mikhail had just subdued the three men when they heard the sound of shattering glass and immediately realized something was wrong.

They knew very well what this meant.

Ivanov shouted, "Get down!"

All three were well-trained and immediately dove behind cover. Two dark, cylindrical objects were thrown in through different windows.

Ivanov lay prone on the ground, his eyes tightly shut, his mouth open...

But mortal bodies are ultimately no match for technological weapons.

Boom! Boom—

Amid the explosion, Ivanov could see and hear nothing; his head was spinning, and his hands and feet felt weak.

He was still conscious, but for a moment he was unable to control his body.

Behind a nearby desk, Tanya was vomiting repeatedly.

Mikhail lay on the ground and shook his head vigorously, reaching for the gun that had fallen to the side.

A large foot wearing black military boots reached out and kicked the pistol away.

“FBI!” someone shouted. “FBI, let me see your hands.”

All six people in the living room were lying on the floor.

Mikhail felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his back. His hands were almost powerless to resist as he was twisted behind his back and handcuffed.

Tanya's face was pressed to the floor, like a chick, and easily grabbed.

Ivanov regained consciousness, but the intense impact of the stun grenade could not be relieved in a short time.

He possessed exceptional tactical skills, but at this moment, he was unable to utilize them.

The mortal bodies of carbon-based life forms appear far too fragile in the face of humanity's powerful technological weapons.

Four burly men rushed over; two pinned Ivanov down, while the other two twisted his hands behind his back.

The cold handcuffs landed on his wrists, and Ivanov's body, which had wanted to resist, went completely limp.

"Safety!"

"Safety!"

FBI agents quickly searched the entire house and immediately notified Chick: "Boss, all three have been apprehended. Multiple firearms were found at the scene. The sting operation was a success!"

“Very good!” To avoid any accidents, Chick ordered, “Now take them back to Los Angeles.”

The three suspects were apprehended and all were hooded. When the vehicles arrived, fully armed FBI agents escorted them into three separate cars.

Six FBI SUVs drove off the street and headed straight for Los Angeles.

As the sniper rifles fired, multiple drones took off from the eight security vehicles searching the vicinity and patrolled the surrounding area.

There are quite a few small companies scattered around here, with a considerable number of vehicles and personnel, so none were discovered at first glance.

Upstairs in the small building, Garcia looked at the screen and reminded them, "Reporters have arrived."

Chickwell nodded and notified his men via radio.

Delphi said, "They should have backup personnel on the perimeter."

Garcia kept staring at the monitor screen and said, "There are too many cars; we can't identify them all."

The sound of police sirens came in from outside the window.

Chick straightened his clothes and said, "The local police have arrived. It's our turn to make our appearance."

"Let's go." Delphi glanced at Garcia. "You guys should leave too."

Garcia said, "Right away."

After the two men left, Yero took off his headset and said, "No further findings."

Three people had been captured, and the objective had been achieved, but Garcia still ordered: "Pass the word down, two squads withdraw, the other two squads continue to wait."

He wanted to test the waters and see if any of the other party's outsiders would come over to check on the situation.

Irvine police arrived, and a large number of media reporters also rushed to the scene. Together with the onlookers, the scene became chaotic.

Although the images captured by the surveillance cameras are being compared with the data stored in the database, no other findings have been discovered so far.

Garcia let the system run automatically, took out his phone, and made a call.

…………

Los Angeles, Coast Building.

At the same time Edward received a call from Garcia, Hawke also received a call from Jennifer.

The operation to bait and catch fish was a great success, and the FBI arrested three gunmen in one fell swoop.

According to feedback from the scene, after removing the wigs and makeup of the three individuals, it was discovered that they all had typical Slavic features.

Their specific identity will have to wait until after the interrogation.

Hawke thought for a moment and asked, "The three WikiLeaks members aren't dead, are they?"

“No,” Jennifer said simply. “They went to the hospital, and we have people protecting them. Once their condition improves a bit, they will be summoned to Los Angeles for questioning.”

Hawke said, "Don't let them die. It's in our best interest to have them alive and file a lawsuit."

Jennifer easily understood the role of these people and said, "There won't be any problems. They are both the protected targets and the FBI's bait."

Hawke hung up the phone. The gunman had a Slavic appearance, and if he also had a Russian background, that would be even better.

Three WikiLeaks editors were attacked by Russian gunmen for exposing Hillary Clinton's dirty secrets.

What does this tell us? It means, of course, that Hillary Clinton is colluding with the Russians!

This would be a major taboo in American politics.

This is not something like Mr. Dong's baseless speculation, but a terrorist attack case caught red-handed by the FBI.

However, whether the results will be good depends on the outcome of the FBI's interrogation.

…………

Irvine, under an overpass not far from the scene of the crime.

The two cars were parked where they could see each other.

Arshavin glanced at his watch every now and then; it was five minutes past the agreed time, and the captain still hadn't returned.

In the other car, Mario waved at him, seemingly asking for details.

Arshavin shook his head and gestured for him to wait patiently.

Suddenly, he faintly heard the sound of police sirens.

At first there was only one, but it quickly became many.

It appears that many police cars are heading to the same location.

Arshavin quickly turned on the radio, and the local news channel, which he had already tuned in to, was broadcasting the news.

Shortly after, the host suddenly announced, "Breaking news! The FBI has just conducted a successful operation on 7th Street, arresting several terrorists. Here's a report from our live correspondent, Jill..."

Arshavin's heart sank.

A moment later, he called Mario: "The captain messed up."

Mario remained calm: "Do as the team tells us to do, and we'll leave America immediately."

Similar things had happened before, and they were all mentally prepared for them.

This job is a life-or-death struggle.

You either kill others, or you get killed.

The two cars sped away, merging into the traffic on the road and driving straight out of Orange County.

(End of this chapter)