The Wolf of Los Angeles.

After leaving Rehobos, Dillon sat in the car and began to think carefully.

These actions concerning Epstein were extremely risky, but they had to be done; not doing them was tantamount to a slow death.

Most importantly, the people sent out cannot be directly traced back to him and Joseph.

Dillon came up with a plan, took out his phone, made a call, arranged a meeting time, and drove over.

Upon arriving at the roundabout community, he entered the safe house set up there.

Wearing sunglasses, Wesley was already sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Dillon took a bottle of water from the refrigerator, walked over to Wesley, and said, "They've assigned us a very difficult task..."

He recounted the events in detail.

Wesley, who had been smiling, tensed up after hearing the story: "This mission is dangerous, almost like jumping into a trap."

Dillon said, "We can't not do it; Joseph wants to run in next year's election."

Wesley thought for a moment and said, "Taking a step back is actually the best option. If we withdraw voluntarily, the other side..."

“Impossible.” Dillon interrupted him directly: “Joseph is not representing himself. If he does this, his political career and his family will basically fall apart.”

Wesley knew to some extent that Joseph, as the big boss, had received too many benefits in the past, and he had to stand up and fight for more benefits for the faction he represented.

Dillon said softly, "Whether we do it or not is no longer a question. What we need to consider now is that even if the operation fails, someone will take the blame."

Wesley, who had been in charge of liaison with the Middle East, immediately understood: "You want the Arabs to make a move?"

Dillon nodded slightly: "Over the past six months, we have spent a lot of money sponsoring several armed groups in the Middle East in order to make some moves during next year's election. Why not find some suitable people among them and let them carry out the operation? Even if the operation fails, it will be the work of terrorists in the Middle East."

“This might be the best option,” Wesley said after a moment’s thought. “The Al-Aqsa militia receives the most funding from us, has the most members, and is the largest in scale. They are currently undergoing military training.”

He hesitated slightly: "When the intermediaries we controlled contacted Walid of the Al-Aqsa militia, they promised them that they only needed to deal with the US military."

Dillon said, "Al-Aqsa's leader, Walid, is eager to avenge the former Shamdu militia leader, Julani, who died in an airstrike during the Washington-led anti-terrorism military operation because of the Shillali incident. He probably won't refuse the opportunity to take action directly on American soil."

Wesley was somewhat conservative on this point: "We need to be prepared for the operation to escalate into an uncontrolled, large-scale attack like 9/11."

We must be wary of this. Dillon unscrewed his water bottle, took a sip, and slowly said, "Have our people keep an eye on them. If anything unusual happens, report it to the FBI or the Department of Homeland Security immediately to rule out this possibility."

Wesley thought for a moment and then said, "That's the only way."

Dillon stood up and said, "Go to the Middle East as soon as possible and have the middleman handle this. Judging from the current situation, Epstein will be transferred to Los Angeles soon."

Wesley asked, "Where in Los Angeles will Epstein be held?"

“The information we received should be that it’s the Los Angeles Federal Prison,” Dillon said simply. “The Ferguson family’s security company contracted this prison several years ago. They would feel more at ease keeping people in a place like this.”

Wesley nodded and said, "I need detailed information about federal prisons."

“Someone will deliver it to you.” Dillon was the first to leave the safe house.

Wesley took out his phone, made a call to book a ticket, and prepared to fly to Baghdad today.

…………

Los Angeles International Airport.

In the private terminal area, FBI armored vehicles were lined up, and dozens of heavily armed agents stood on the tarmac, waiting for the private plane carrying Epstein to land.

On the top floor of a hotel not far away, Hawke stood in front of the window, took out his binoculars, and observed the situation over there.

Campos, who was standing next to him, said, "We set up observation posts along the way, and each post was equipped with a drone. The drones have an automatic identification system, so we can detect any unusual activity in the surrounding area immediately and share the information with the FBI command vehicle."

Hawke asked, "Did anything unusual happen to the plane on its way here?"

“No.” Edward, who had been in contact with the crew, said, “Everything is normal during the flight.”

Erica came up from behind and said, "Judging from today's situation, my SWAT and air support teams are useless."

Hawke remained very cautious: "Don't relax, the chances of encountering an accident on the road are the greatest."

Edward picked up his binoculars, looked around, and said, "The plane has landed."

In the sky, the Marine Corps escorting fighter jets flew directly over the airport according to the pre-arranged plan.

A business jet painted with "AI Manhattan Project" landed on the runway of the private terminal and proceeded to the front of the apron.

As soon as the plane came to a stop, the black FBI armored vehicle immediately moved in, with the rear door facing the exit.

The cabin door opened, and hooded individuals were escorted off the plane by fully armed FBI agents and taken directly into a bomb disposal vehicle.

The car quickly pulled over to the side.

Two more bomb disposal vehicles arrived one after another, and prisoners wearing hoods boarded each one.

The three vehicles were spaced considerably apart and dispersed into the FBI convoy, where they were heavily guarded as they drove out of the airport.

Attacking these three bulletproof and blast-resistant specially designed armored vehicles simultaneously would be extremely difficult.

Slightly away from the airport, several drones flew overhead, monitoring and protecting the low-altitude area.

Above that, a helicopter belonging to the Los Angeles branch also flew over.

In the command vehicle, Chik picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Select route number two."

The Los Angeles branch office had planned three routes, and apart from the command center, no one knew in advance which route the convoy would take that day.

Along Route 2, the observation posts of the Butterfly team were already in place, and multiple detection drones with interconnected signals had flown to key locations.

To ensure Epstein's safe transfer, extensive preparations were made, from the FBI and LAPD to Butterfly Security.

The convoy encountered no unexpected situations along the way, and the prisoners were safely transferred to their destination and placed in their designated cells.

Outside the federal prison, the homeless man lying on the roadside showed no signs of anything unusual.

Marcelo, his hair splattered with dirt, received a message from his subordinate and reported it to his superiors.

More than a month ago, he led the Latino homeless people who could be seen everywhere in Los Angeles to move here from the Hollywood area. After several violent battles, he subdued several small Latino homeless gangs and became the leader of the homeless in this area.

The area already had a large immigrant population, so Marcelo's group of Latinos were not particularly noticeable.

Latino homeless people dominate this area, attracting more homeless people from the surrounding area. The informants of the "Butterfly" gang are spread across the streets near the prison; these guys lying on the roadside or wandering around rummaging through trash cans and cans are always the first to spot any unusual activity in the neighborhood.

Especially when new forces or individuals arrive in this neighborhood, they cannot escape their notice.

Meanwhile, some shops near the prison that had closed down were gradually reopened for rent, and new entrepreneurs joined the ranks of investors.

One of the garbage disposal companies had been working with federal prisons for more than six months, but its cash flow dried up due to the owner's failed stock investments, forcing it to go bankrupt and close down.

Soon, another company with similar business leased the offices and shops left behind and obtained a cooperation agreement with the federal prison, becoming the prison's new waste disposal provider.

To save costs, this company recruited many minority employees, including Black and Latino people who are common in Los Angeles, as well as a significant number of Asians, and even Middle Eastern Arabs and Slavic people from Eastern Europe.

This is consistent with the characteristics of many companies in the United States.

Another company that provides food for the prison has been operating normally, but as with any company, there are always employees leaving and new employees joining.

Someone who belonged to the Flower Butterfly Company quietly joined this company.

In addition, several key positions in the company's management team that recruited personnel have been quietly filled by different people.

Several more cars drove into the federal prison. Hawke and Erica quietly got out of the cars, met up with Jennifer, and walked into a secret passage.

The group moved quickly forward, passing through a series of metal doors, and arrived at a special prison area, where they entered the monitoring room.

Jennifer stood in front of the largest surveillance screen, pointed to the middle-aged man in the orange prison uniform, and said, "This is Epstein."

This was the first time Hawke had ever seen a real person.

The man was thin with gray hair, but he was in good spirits and seemed to have gotten used to prison life.

Jennifer asked Hawke, "Should we talk to him in person?"

Hawke shook his head: "A face-to-face meeting is useless. We can't let him go, and he won't easily give us what we want."

Erica said, "Everyone knows that Epstein must have some evidence, but the key is where he hides it."

Jennifer smiled and said, "He'll tell you when the intensity gradually increases."

Hawke cautioned, "Be careful he doesn't commit suicide inside."

The so-called suicide was, of course, not a real suicide. Jennifer said, "He wanted to live, and that was our breakthrough."

Since Tom Emmanuel's feud with the Walker family began last year, there have been numerous suicides in the business world.

Being shot eight times in the back and ruled a suicide has almost become the norm.

Hawke and Erica didn't linger. After checking on Epstein's security measures, they left the prison with Jennifer.

We've set up our forces here, and we're just waiting for them to come to us.

On the way back, Jennifer got into Hawke and Erica's car and asked, "Are Tom Emer and George Walker meeting this week?"

Hawke said, "Yes, the two will meet in Los Angeles. I've arranged for them to meet at the Beverly Business Club."

Jennifer asked curiously, "Will those two start fighting right there?"

"Attack the president?" Hawke said casually. "George Walker isn't that stupid."

Jennifer lost interest: "Then I won't go and join the fun. What a show it would be if the President and the former President were to fight."

Hawke received a phone call.

Campos compiled the following information and found nothing unusual.

Jennifer said, "Joseph's side is a bit conservative."

Hawke wasn't surprised and said, "Stay calm. We have the initiative. We need to control the pace and leak some new information after a while. The Lolita Island issue isn't over yet. It's a sword hanging over their heads. Next year is another election year, and they'll eventually lose their temper."

…………

Syria borders Iraq and Jordan, located in the mountainous region of Abu Qayy.

Marmush once again arrived at the stronghold of the Aksa militia and met the bearded leader named Walid.

After receiving the money, Julani seemed to know how to get things done, and he specially brought Marmush to the training ground in the mountains.

From his vantage point, Marmush could see hundreds of people conducting shooting training.

In a depression far from the shooting range, dozens of people were conducting demolition training.

Gunshots and explosions reached this area one after another.

Marmush withdrew his gaze and said to Jurani, "General Walid, what have you thought about what I said?"

“Our original agreement was to deal with the US military.” Julani’s large beard covered most of his face. “Now you’re sending my men to operate on the American mainland, which violates our agreement and may cause unforeseen trouble.”

Marmush said, "You're obsessed with revenge, but launching an attack in the Middle East will only scratch the surface for the Americans. If you take action in North America, you'll really make the Americans bleed..."

Zhu Lani remained unmoved: "The last person who thought that way was Benla Deng."

Malmush gradually realized something was wrong, turned to look at the bearded face, and said, "I've come here with sincerity, of course. If you're willing to take this job, a grant of the same amount as last time will soon be transferred to your accounts, and I'll also provide you with a batch of the most advanced West Coast drones on the American market."

He smiled and said, "Although it is a civilian version, with proper modifications, it will become a powerful tool for reconnaissance and attack on the battlefield, far surpassing the cheap ones commonly found in the Middle East."

Julani still shook his head: "North America is too unfamiliar to me."

Marmush continued to increase his offer: "The next round of funding will increase by one-third, and we'll give you another batch of weapons in Mosul."

Zhu Lani is still waiting for the next installment.

But Marmush shut up and said nothing more.

Zhu Lani understood that the conditions had come to this point.

He even dared to mess with Hillary Clinton, let alone launch attacks on prisons in North America.

I kept refusing and couldn't get the other party to pay more.

Julani maintained the demeanor of an armed group leader and did not immediately agree, saying only, "Give me some time. I need to think about it and discuss it with my subordinates."

Marmush bowed: "Very well." (End of Chapter)