The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Near the east side of town, the doors of the Avalon Club were closed and there was no sound inside.

The guard at the door sat in the security room, dozing off while staring at the surveillance screen.

In the VIP building, Barack Bernanke and Fernando Crane were taking the elevator to the basement floor.

Fernando said, "Which one do you choose tonight? You've been busy all day, reward yourself."

"Let's take a look first." Barack turned out of the elevator and entered the long corridor. He slowed down his pace and looked at both sides of the corridor.

There are separate rooms built here, and the doors are all made of thick plexiglass, so you can see everything inside clearly through the doors.

In each room, there is a girl or a boy imprisoned.

The oldest of the former is only about 20 years old.

The latter are generally only in their early teens.

Following Buddy Ackerman's instructions, the club was temporarily closed, and Barack came over to pack up some important information in preparation for the next step of changing venue.

The boss plans to buy an island and build it into a paradise on earth.

Fernando suddenly stopped and pointed at a Mexican boy in the glass door and said, "I'm going to choose him, what about you?"

Barack frowned: "How do you choose a boy?"

Fernando said seriously: "Because I used to be a priest, and I was a priest in Japan. That was not a very good memory. The Japanese hate priests."

Barack, a serious man, couldn't keep up with the other party's thoughts at all, and asked, "Why?"

Fernando said: "Because priests like little boys, and the Japanese hate little boys very much."

Suddenly, a muffled sound came from the ventilation duct, like an explosion.

Barack immediately picked up the walkie-talkie he was carrying and shouted, "What happened? What happened?"

No sound came from behind, but there was a disturbing crackling sound.

"Oh no, the radio is cut off!" Fernando didn't care about the little boy and ran back quickly, taking out his pistol.

Barack felt something was wrong, so he went to the nearest guard room and picked up the landline, but the phone sounded busy.

After cutting off the Avalon Club's external connections, two SWAT teams from the FBI launched an attack on the club from the front and back doors.

The team members at the front door interfered with the surveillance and used C4 to blow up the main gate.

The guard in the security room had just climbed up from under the table when, accompanied by the roar of a shotgun, the glass of the door exploded into pieces and two grenades were thrown in from the gap.

Two more explosions were heard, and the agents who rushed up kicked the door open. One of them stood guard with a gun, and the other rushed in.

After the burst of gunfire, the guards went to meet their God.

"Safe!" an agent shouted.

A dozen agents wearing helmets, masks and night vision goggles poured in through the front door.

Jennifer, who was temporarily serving as the commander, followed at the end.

She had retrieved the construction drawings of the club during the preparation period. The club did not have a large ground area, but was divided into two floors underground.

Jennifer shouted, "Target in front, all threats, clear!"

"Search forward!" the SWAT captain ordered, "Sniper, set up an observation position!"

Someone fired a gun in the room in front, and we immediately fought back.

Gunshots rang out.

Snipers are taking the high ground.

Jennifer said into the intercom: "Tiger 1, Tiger 2, intrusion, cover fire!"

Two armored SUVs drove in through the broken gate.

The two light machine guns mounted on the roof of the vehicle immediately opened fire fiercely at the enemy's firepower points.

The other special agents advanced quickly under the cover of strong firepower.

boom--

The sound of sniper rifle fire rang out, and someone fell from the roof of the building amid screams.

At the same time, the back door was blown open and another SWAT team from the FBI rushed in.

They attacked from both sides, front and back, and quickly broke into the building.

Fernando came up from the underground and turned out of the elevator. He saw four or five people pointing guns at the entrance in front. Just as he was about to command these people, two objects flew in one after another.

He reacted quickly and immediately fell to the side.

There was a loud roar, and Fernando felt dizzy, his eyes were blurry, and his nose and tears were running.

Before he could regain consciousness, gunshots rang out again.

The team members who rushed in would shoot without hesitation if they saw anyone with a weapon nearby.

After a gunshot, a big hole was opened on Fernando's head.

There is a huge gap between the two sides in terms of equipment, training level, and command ability.

Especially since the club’s communications have been cut off, we can only rely on shouting.

Barack ran to the second underground floor and entered an office, trying to contact the outside world through the office's dedicated phone line.

Something is wrong here and the Ackerman Estate must be notified.

But the dedicated phone line also cannot be dialed out.

Barack realized that the opponent this time was not ordinary and was most likely a federal force.

"FBI! Let me see your hands!" There were shouts and gunshots outside the office.

Those bastards who tried to resist all tasted the bullet. Barack sat down on the chair and opened a drawer of the desk, which contained a P9 pistol.

He slowly stretched out his hand, trying to grasp the pistol.

Barack rarely used guns and never thought about fighting against the professional agents of the FBI. Instead, he considered what he had done and thought that if he fell into the hands of the FBI, he would be worse off than dead.

When he sees people having their hearts, livers and kidneys removed, he thinks it’s no big deal.

Even those little girls and boys who died tragically in front of them thought that death was a relief for them.

But when it was his turn, Barack's hand just touched the handle of the gun and he pulled it back as if he had been electrocuted.

"FBI..."

Hearing this voice, Barack quickly raised his hand, fearing that the other party would misunderstand him.

One fully armed agent stood guard with a gun, while another entered the office, looked at Barack carefully, and shouted into the radio: "Target No. 2 was found in the T2 office! Repeat, target No. was found in the T office."

After the agents dragged Barack out and put him in restraints, Jennifer rushed over accompanied by a trusted agent.

She recognized Barack immediately and asked, "Name, position."

Barack kept silent and wanted to say something about lawyers and power, but before he could finish his words, Jennifer gave him a look.

The masked agent turned his gun and hit Barack in the stomach with the butt of the gun.

Barack fell to his knees in pain, saliva, snot and tears flowing out.

Jennifer asked, "Name, position."

"I am Barack Bernanke, chairman of the Ackerman Charitable Foundation." Barack replied quickly.

Jennifer waved her hand, and the two agents left the office and stood guard at the door.

The henchman closed the door.

Jennifer asked directly: "Where are the photos and videos of the girls you took? You know what I am saying. You have ten seconds to think about it. If you don't tell me, you will die. If you can't satisfy me, you will also die."

She pulled the corners of her mouth apart, revealing a cruel smile: "I'll give you a chance, cooperate with the FBI and become a witness. You know your internal working style very well. Even if you don't say anything, as long as the FBI announces your arrest, all the charges against this club will fall on you who committed suicide."

"Start the timer now, 10..."

When Barack heard Jennifer's countdown, he thought of his dead friend Bro Derek, and it was he who gave the order to carry out the specific execution.

He had not committed suicide before, nor had he picked up a gun to resist. He had already lost his courage and quickly shouted, "I know where it is!"

In another office on this floor, Barack took out several CDs and USB drives.

Jennifer took a quick look and found that each CD was marked with a name, and one of them had Edwards on it.

She unplugged the network cable of the office computer, turned it on and looked at it, then said, "Take him away, you and Jackson will guard him personally."

Jennifer packed up these things, went back upstairs, got into her car, took out the prepared USB drive, and made several backup copies.

The club was under control, and there were more girls and boys on the basement level than expected.

In addition, dozens of bodies, various leather materials, leather products and separated fragments were found in the ice storage of the auxiliary building.

This case is very complicated.

Jennifer got out of the car and walked to the perimeter. She handed the items to Hiero, who was wearing FBI gear and a mask, and said, "Everything is here."

Hierro nodded, put it away and drove away.

Jennifer took out her spare phone and called Commander Hawke: "We found the stuff. I sent someone over. The situation here is complicated. There are many dead and imprisoned people. I need to call for backup."

Hawke said, "Follow your procedures."

The person on the other end quickly hung up the phone.

Hawke thought about it for a moment and called Brian: "The stuff has arrived, start it over there."

Brian responded, "Understood."

Hawke looked at Edward and said, "Notify Harley Wayne through the Twitter group."

Edward had already logged into a Twitter account and sent a message through the background, @Harley Wayne in the group.

Hawke called again: "Sean Edward is in the villa in Malibu. Normally, once the Ackerman family gets the news, they will immediately ask him to return to the manor and capture him, preferably alive."

…………

At the Fox Center, the show ended and Harley Wayne walked out of the studio.

There was applause all around, and everyone involved in the program knew that they had just reported extremely remarkable news.

Roger Ailes came forward and shook Hallie's hand: "You did a great job."

"Thank you for your support," said Harley. She then said to the surroundings, "Thank you for your support."

Roger has been in the media industry for many years and knows that Fox needs employees like Harley, and they need them very much. He reminded her, "You will be living in the Fox Building recently. There will be several bodyguards protecting you 24 hours a day."

Harry was very brave when he had to be brave, and he had achieved his goal. He would not be stupid when it came to protecting his own safety: "I will follow the company's arrangements."

As the news was broadcast, the cut-off telephone, mobile phone and Internet signals were restored.

Roger's cell phone kept ringing.

Harley's phone beeped and she quickly took it out and opened it. Someone had sent her a message on Twitter.

It was posted by someone in the victims group on Twitter. A person living on Catalina Island told Harley that more than 20 minutes ago, dozens of FBI agents raided the Avalon Club.

Harley had received news before that the Avalon Club was a special place newly established by the Ackerman family.

Seeing that Roger was still there, she hurried over to find him. After he finished his call, she told him the news clues he had just received and asked the TV center to dispatch a helicopter and capable personnel to Avalon City.

Roger just received a call from Rupert and knew that all this was planned and pushed by someone, and Harley was needed to lead the charge. (End of this chapter)