The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Cincinnati, Ohio.

A Cadillac Escalade was parked in front of the old-fashioned building, and nearly a hundred reporters surrounded it.

Dozens of security personnel came over and cleared a path so that people could pass through normally.

With a blank expression, Cila put on a pair of sunglasses, got out of the car, and walked quickly toward the building entrance, ignoring the blinding flashes of the cameras.

The reporters, however, wouldn't let her off the hook, continuing to ask loud questions.

"Why are you colluding with the Russians and planning to betray American interests?"

"You sent people to shoot three media professionals; are you trying to use violence to obstruct press freedom?"

"How much of the terrorist attacks in the Middle East were funded by you?"

"If you still have the most basic conscience, shouldn't you withdraw from the election?"

When these words reached Hillary Clinton's ears, she knew she was facing the biggest public relations crisis since the election began.

Remaining silent is definitely not a good choice; it will only make you more passive.

Sila walked up the hotel steps, stood at the top, turned around, faced all the media reporters, pressed her hands down, and loudly said, "Quiet! Quiet..."

The reporters quickly quieted down.

Abedin ran into trouble, Sullivan ran into trouble, and the people he trusted most around him fell from grace one after another.

Previously, the only person Celia didn't trust was her husband.

Now she has lost confidence even in the people on her team.

Sillali calmed herself, her expression as usual, and said loudly, "Here, I want to clarify a few things. None of the news published on WikiLeaks is true; they are spreading rumors! I have been following the attack on WikiLeaks and I sympathize with their plight, but the claim that the gunmen were ordered by me is utter nonsense!"

Not only did she deny it, but she also launched a counterattack: "Ladies and gentlemen, these are all fabrications, frame-ups by my competitor. In order to win, he will stop at nothing, cross the line, and launch shameless attacks against me repeatedly. These are all Tom Emmer's conspiracies and tricks. You media should open your eyes and see clearly that all of this is a trap set by Tom Emmer!"

But among the reporters present, there were almost no voices supporting her.

The attack on WikiLeaks put most journalists on the opposite side of Hillary Clinton.

There was no one making a fuss at the moment; the silence was somewhat eerie.

If Hillary Clinton could still engage in various crisis management tactics after the email scandal and the FBI's Los Angeles office press conference, this time she can only resort to simple and crude sophistry and counter-accusations.

As for the results, that's no longer her priority.

Seraphim turned and entered the building, quickly going upstairs.

Sullivan and John Lucas followed them in.

Sila glanced at the former and said coldly, "I need an explanation."

"It was my carelessness." Sullivan still couldn't believe that he had made such a basic mistake. He had already investigated and figured out the problem, and explained it to everyone.

Sila closed her eyes, hardly believing that such a thing could happen to her team.

It's even more egregious than the George W. Walker incident from a few years ago.

How could a team like that possibly win an election?

Having gone through so much before, even with her approval ratings declining across the United States, Hillary Clinton remained steadfast. This time, however, she genuinely doubted whether her team could truly win the election.

Sullivan lowered his head: "I'm sorry, I..."

Sillari, unable to abandon one of the core members of her campaign team, suppressed her impatience and said, "Let's not have a next time."

"I promise!" Sullivan appeared ashamed.

This incident forced Hillary to make changes and stop trusting her team members, saying, "WikiLeaks denies everything, all their press releases say the same thing, it's all Tom Emmer's slander and framing."

John Lucas opened his mouth as if to say something, but after glancing at Sullivan's gloomy face, he ultimately said nothing.

Even if you tell them, the employer won't listen.

Sillari continued, "How's the investigation into Claire Emer's foundations going?"

Sullivan forced himself to stay alert and said, "We found some irregularities in the accounts, but they are all common occurrences and far from being a fatal blow..."

“Then let’s create new accounts based on these existing ones.” As an old fairy, Sirali dared to go crazy when her emotions got the better of her.

Moreover, in the current situation, if we don't act recklessly, we really have no chance of winning at all.

Sillari said sternly, "And all the negative news about Tom Emer, based on the truth, must be exaggerated and amplified. I want him to be disgraced!"

Media publicity wasn't his job, so Sullivan wisely remained silent.

John Lucas, forcing himself to speak, offered his opinion: "If we do it this way..."

Sillari interrupted him directly: "Do as I say, and come up with a plan right now."

John Lucas replied, "Yes."

…………

Arlington County, Virginia, which borders Washington, D.C.

Tom Emmer, who had just finished his speech, entered the hotel behind the square in high spirits, asking as he walked, "Hawk's here? Where is he?"

"In the meeting room," campaign manager Stephen said.

Tom Emer arrived at the door of the meeting room, straightened his tie, and buttoned up his suit jacket before asking, "How is it?"

Stephen said, "Very good."

Tom Emer opened the door and immediately saw Hawke. He quickly walked over, extended his right hand, and shook Hawke's hand firmly, saying in a slightly exaggerated manner, "You are the light in the darkness, leading me to the light."

"So, I'm a messenger of light?" Hawke asked deliberately.

Tom Emer invited him to sit down, saying, "Of course!"

He smiled and said, "I saw on the news today that your rocket and satellite launch was successful? Congratulations."

Hawke politely replied, "Thank you."

Tom Emer was well aware that in the formal competition, he was not much different from Sillari; his real advantage lay in the unconventional battlefield.

This largely relies on the influence of California, represented by Hawke.

He brought up the topic of rockets and satellites, saying, "I recently spoke with the people in charge of your Starlink project. It's a truly great project that will allow the United States to further widen its air and space advantage over other countries. The federal government must fully support it and allocate the corresponding resources."

Hawke said grandly, "This is also for America."

Tom Emer laughed and said, "We are working towards the same great goal."

Hawke grinned maliciously: "To achieve this great goal, we must first eliminate our competitors and prevent them from ever making a comeback."

“Of course, there’s no doubt about that!” Tom Emmer said. “We’ll sweep her into the dustbin of history.”

Hawke nodded slightly: "A gift will be delivered to you later."

Tom Emer understood immediately: "I will make good use of it."

Hawke didn't stay long and quickly said goodbye and left. Back in his car, he made a phone call and said, "Take the things over there."

A dozen minutes later, a man with an ordinary face and a stiff expression handed a large pile of documents to Stephen, Tom Emmer's campaign manager.

Stephen could tell that the other person was wearing a silicone headgear, but he didn't say much and left immediately after receiving the items.

Several key personnel were brought over, including Tom Emmer himself, to sort through and examine this special gift.

A New York tycoon named Epstein and an island called St. James came into the public eye.

Tom Emer could easily see that these things were extremely dangerous.

Stephen became increasingly excited as he watched; if he used this strategy well, his team's chances of winning would skyrocket.

Tom Emer patted him on the shoulder and said, "Watch this spot."

Stephen nodded.

Tom Emer went outside and called his trusted security personnel to stand guard at the door.

He made several calls, one of which was to George Walker.

Although George Walker's betrayal in the Secretary of State affair led Tom Emmer to run for president, he remained patient and used George Walker's influence to achieve his goals without any psychological hindrance.

Only by entering the White House can he find a way to truly harm George Walker.

The two reached a temporary agreement.

Tom Emer returned to his office and said to Stephen, "WikiLeaks and Hillary have fallen out. Compile a list of relevant information and send it to WikiLeaks as instructed."

Stephen suggested, "It's best for the media to act in conjunction with official channels."

Tom Emmer also made the arrangements: "I've already contacted George Walker. The pro-elephant faction within the FBI will be moving soon. When will the informant they mentioned arrive?"

Stephen said, "We're waiting for your notification."

…………

In Washington, Deputy Attorney General Grant Hughes, Jennifer's father, drove alone into the Elephant Club.

FBI Assistant Director for Criminal Investigations and Law Enforcement Operations, Patel, arrived shortly afterward.

Jennifer, who came from Los Angeles, was the first to arrive.

George Walker also secretly sent an unofficial representative over.

Twitter's PR director, Hearst, booked the entire club.

These people held a brief, secret meeting. Patel left first and, upon returning to FBI headquarters, immediately notified his confidants to hold a meeting.

Not long after, two female personnel sent by the Los Angeles branch entered the Criminal Investigation Department to file a report.

They all carried a large amount of evidence.

Leonardo DiCaprio, who was completely covered in a disguise, later reported the incident to the FBI.

Even with the protection of Hawke's bodyguards, this Hollywood star was still trembling with fear after refusing Hillary's summons last time.

He feared he would suffer the same treatment as the WikiLeaks editors.

Having experienced anti-Soviet propaganda during his teenage years, Leonardo DiCaprio sees Russian assassins as quite terrifying.

The important thing is that he's already on Hawke's ship. If he gets off now, he'll not only fail to win over Hillary, but he'll also offend the newly rich Hawke. He'll have no choice but to go down this path.

Besides, Hillary is almost 7.

Leonardo really doesn't want to be a sycophant until he's seventy.

Therefore, the evidence he had secretly collected a few years ago came in handy.

When Leonardo came out of the building and got into the car that had come to pick him up, he found Hawke was also in the car.

Leonardo smiled at Hawke and said, "I don't know why, but today is the most relaxed day I've had since starring in 'Titanic'."

Hawke patted the front seat, signaling Raul to drive, and said, "Because there was a mountain weighing you down all along. That mountain didn't treat you like a human being; it only treated you like a tool, like a sex toy."

Leonardo considered for a moment and nodded in agreement: "That's right. Stepping forward to confront that mountain directly not only made things easier, but I was even a little excited."

In fact, at most in a year or two, Celia will completely abandon Leonardo because of his out-of-shape body and other issues.

But if Hawke doesn't say, who would know?

Leonardo took a bottle of water from the car's refrigerator, unscrewed it, took a big gulp, and asked Hawke, "We'll win, right?"

"Definitely!" Hawke had been preparing for this day for years. The complainant, Lulana Korshunova, had been a young model from Lolita Island.

Not everyone who goes to the island to provide services will receive the promised opportunities, and even if they do, they may not become famous.

The worst thing is comparison. Other models who joined the island at the same time have become famous, while their own situation has not changed much. It is inevitable to feel unbalanced and think that they have been abused.

At the Butterfly Company, they didn't find Lulana's mother in Moscow, but they did find two victims from Lolita Island.

In addition, the various materials secretly collected over the years were enough for Tom Emer to push forward with the case.

Hawke told Leonard, "While you're in Washington, stay at my house and don't go out unless absolutely necessary."

When it came to his own safety, Leonardo listened: "I will. I don't need to get involved. I won't leave."

…………

Inside the Hoover Building, in the offices belonging to the Criminal Investigation Department.

Supervisor Andrew had finished reviewing the relevant materials and asked his superior, Patel, "Has the director approved it?"

The current director was appointed by George Walker, and Patel has obtained all the necessary legal documents: "The documents from the Department of Justice and the bureau are all complete."

Having been away from frontline work for many years, he wasn't very knowledgeable in this area, and asked, "What are your plans?"

Andrew said, "The other side hasn't noticed yet, but the operation can't be kept secret for long. It's estimated that it will be leaked within 24 hours at most, so the operation must be carried out quickly."

He took out a piece of paper, placed it in front of Patel, and said, “I suggest we split into three groups and act simultaneously. One group goes to New York to summon Epstein himself; another group goes to Miami to summon Lulana Korshunova; and the third group will raid St. James’ Island to obtain firsthand evidence.”

Patel had a concern: "St. James Island is in the Caribbean Sea."

Andrew had more room to maneuver and was bolder: he cautioned, "This island belongs to the U.S. Virgin Islands, and we have special jurisdiction, but it requires special approval from the Department of Justice."

The FBI has an International Operations Division that also handles overseas affairs.

Patel said, "Okay, I'll contact the Department of Justice."

Getting the pass through Grant Hughie won't be a problem.

That evening, the FBI agents went into silence and quietly left Washington.

One of the chartered planes, carrying several agents, flew directly to Charlotte Amalia in the Virgin Islands.

That evening, the heavily armed agents boarded a law enforcement vessel and headed to St. James' Island, anchoring not far from the island to await news from New York. (End of Chapter)