The Wolf of Los Angeles.

A ray of light appeared in the eastern sky, and the screaming in the camp gradually stopped.

The battle statistics were sent to Hawke.

Including the armed Hummers, there were a total of 79 people from Laohei, all equipped with AK series rifles. Except for the 21 people who surrendered, the rest were all shot dead.

Including the cleverness of playing dead or hiding.

Hawke asked Edward to order that all the items carried by the old blacks were the spoils of the mercenaries.

There will be another reward when you return to Damakin.

This is not the place to hand out bonuses.

Raul came over and said, "It can be basically confirmed that the problem is with the two guides who died. Onard and the other two were unaware of it."

Hawke nodded: "Keep an eye on them."

Raul turned and left.

Bosque came closer from a distance and said, "The leader is called Mussad, he came from southern Sudan. He is cooperating now. Why don't you go and ask him in person?"

"Okay." Hawke followed Bossk to the other side of the camp.

Erica and Edward followed.

Next to the ashes of the extinguished campfire in the camp, the black man Mussad was tied to the wooden stake used to skin the antelope, with multiple injuries on his body.

Hawke came across to him and asked directly: "Where are you from?"

"A tribal village in southern Sudan..." Mussad described the location of the tribe in detail.

Bosque brought out a map with markings and a route drawn on it: "Here, they came along this road."

Hawke looked around and found that the two sides were not particularly far apart, but there was an Indian peacekeeping force camp in between. He asked, "Didn't the Indians stop you?"

Mussad panted and said, "No, when we passed by, the lights in the Indian military camp were turned off, and no one came to check. Someone assured us that the Indians would not interfere."

Hawke asked, "The man you are talking about is the mastermind behind this?"

"Yes, he bribed the chief, our General Amin." Mussad had been tortured a lot before, so he said automatically without Hawke asking, "General Amin took his money, I don't know the exact amount, and sent me here with the elite troops. If I can kill you, he will give me another sum of money."

Hawke looked at the black man and said, "Tell me, who is he?"

Mussad took another deep breath and said, "This man is called Bald Wolf. I don't know his exact background, but he can speak fluent French, English, and Arabic. He has been active in Sudan for many years. Sometimes he sells arms, sometimes he provides food, and sometimes he pays people to kill people. From what I understand, he is either a large middleman or a representative of international forces."

Hawke could probably guess that this man used a similar method to bribe the Indians.

Of course, it may also be that the company sold its ass to the Indians, so the Indians closed their eyes.

Hawke asked, "Any photos or descriptions?"

Mussad said: "He is a white man with a bald spot in the middle of his hair. He is cunning and cruel, so we call him Bald Wolf. I don't have a photo of him. I wanted to take a photo with him several times, but he refused... But he is famous in Sudan. It won't be difficult for you to find out about Bald Wolf."

Hawke continued to ask: "What country do you think he is from? Or, what kind of weapons does he sell?"

Mussad said without any hesitation: "Soviet system, he sells Soviet weapons."

Hawke asked some more questions, but Mussad didn't know much. He was just a so-called colonel under General Amin of South Sudan, that is, a working man.

Raul and Guti asked two guides to act as interpreters and interrogated several black men individually. Taking all factors into consideration, they concluded that Mussad was telling the truth.

"Detain the people." Hawke ordered, called Bosque, and walked back: "How many cars are still available?"

Bosque said: "Three of them were completely destroyed by the M2 heavy machine guns and could not be repaired. The rest of the vehicles that were shot were not seriously damaged. Some parts that had problems could be removed from the damaged vehicles and replaced."

Hawke nodded: "Tell the brothers to be alert and return to Damakin to rest. The rewards and compensation they deserve will not be less."

Bosque had been in contact with Hawke for almost two years and knew that Hawke was not a stingy person. He said, "It is our destiny to die in battle."

Hawke is not interested in fatalism. He hired these people, and they tried their best to protect him. Some of them even died in battle. There is nothing else he can do, and a monetary reward is not a problem.

As daybreak approached, people sent by the Ethiopian military arrived.

Hawke exchanged a few words with the leading officer, expressed his gratitude, and then asked Bosk to take over.

The Ethiopians pulled back the military vehicles scattered on the grassland and prepared to drive back to Damakin.

All the AKs seized by the Hurricane Company security were also given to these people.

In any case, they came to provide support in the dark.

Among the captured black men, there were still a dozen alive. Except Mussad, the rest were all handed over to the Ethiopian military.

The Ethiopian school officer also figured out what happened last night.

Afterwards, the group got on the bus and prepared to return to Damakin.

As the Land Rover Defender was about to start, Hawke stopped the driver and reminded Erica: "The cheetah is coming again."

Erica opened the door and got out of the car.

Shana ran over like a big cat and rubbed Erica's trouser leg.

Hawke reminded, "Honey, you can adopt it. I'll find a way to get the formalities done."

When they returned to Los Angeles, they would definitely take a commercial flight, so it would not be difficult to get many things into the country. Erica opened a bag of beef jerky, stuffed a piece into Shana's pocket, and said, "Would you like to come with me?"

Cheetahs only eat jerky.
Erica opened the door of the Land Rover Defender and said, "Get in, Miss Cheetah."

But Shana didn't mean to move and called out to Erica a few times.

Erica placed all the beef jerky on the grass and said to Hawke, "Shana belongs to Africa. It seems that she likes to live freely. I won't force her."

Hawke pulled his camera out of his bag and said, "Let's take one more photo as a farewell."

After all, this cheetah grew up in the wild.

Erica stood next to the cheetah and patted its head. The cheetah raised its head and looked up at her.

Hawke pressed the shutter.

"Goodbye, Shana." Erica got into the Land Rover and closed the door.

The cheetah barked at her a few times and continued to eat beef jerky with its head down.

Hawke handed her the camera. "We are back in Damakin. We are expected to return to the capital tomorrow. After refueling, we will fly directly to North America. Are you still taking pictures?"

Erica then opened the window from time to time to take pictures of Africa's nearly pristine nature.

Because of the attack last night, the hunting trip had to end early. Neither lions nor leopards were hunted, only a bunch of hyenas.

But knowing that someone was targeting him behind the scenes, Hawke naturally would not stay in Africa any longer.

Erica was cheerful and didn't care much, and comforted Hawke: "Actually, we went hunting."

Hawke thought about it and found that it was indeed the case.

Whether it is a lion or a leopard, they are extremely vulnerable in front of humans who hold the truth.

Last night someone wanted to hunt him, Erica and others, but their own side hunted them back with machine gun fire, grenade explosions, and even RPGs. How could this be compared to hunting lions and cheetahs?

Erica asked, "This hunt isn't over yet, what are your plans?"

Hawke said: "It's hard to say anything else, but the Indian commander, the troublemaker, and the black native Amin must die."

Erica said, "I feel like it has something to do with the Russians."

Hawke thought the same, but with his current strength, he should be more restrained when it was time to show off.

If we can get Bryan into the White House, we will naturally find a way to make the Russians suffer a setback.

This is certainly not now.

Bryan is a little far from the White House.

As I said, at the right time, the half-dead Russian bear is the best bear.

The convoy returned to Damakin smoothly without encountering any accidents. Hawke returned to the central building and found that the people from the United Nations Environment Programme and the World Food Programme had not left yet.

He quietly found Jason Bernard and Frank Hunter and said, "Are you going directly back to New York tomorrow?"

Jason said: "We will stop over Rabat and then fly to New York... By the way, Leonardo and others will travel with us."

Hawke smiled and said, "You don't mind bringing a few more people?"

This is a UN chartered plane. Ninety percent of the people on board are UN officials from all over the world, and some seats are empty.

When asked about the sponsors who responded to the UNEP's Greening Africa plan, Jason said, "No problem."

"Thank you." Hawke shook his hand and said to Edward, "Go and handle the formalities."

Jason also told his assistant and asked him to take Edward with him.

Hawke returned to his room and slept for a few hours. After getting up, he took a few bodyguards and went straight to the warehouse of Green Sahara Company, where he discussed with Bosk for a while.

The main things are monetary rewards and pensions.

Most of the people who participated in the battle last night were awake, and those who were still asleep were awakened by Bosk and Andre and went into the warehouse together.

They had carried guns together and killed enemies together, and beyond the employment relationship, there was a bit more trust between them.

Hawke didn't beat around the bush. He scanned the faces of more than a dozen people one by one and said, "Last night, you didn't give up on me. You fought for me. I remember that."

He pointed at Bosque and said, "I have discussed this with your supervisor. Your salary and action bonus will be doubled this month!"

There was a smile on everyone's face.

Hawke added: "This is the reward from Hurricane Security for you. I personally have another reward of $3.5 per person, and double the amount for the injured."

This was the result obtained after consultation with Bosque and was also strongly recommended by Bosque.

Among the elite mercenaries in Africa and Latin America, only a few can earn $3.5 a year.

The Hurricane Security guards all laughed, and some even fist-bumped.

"Three brothers died fighting last night." Hawke looked at Bosque and Andre and said emphatically, "They protected me. Find their families and hand over $15 in compensation to each of them."

This is not the point. Hawke further said: "Their families have lost their backbone because of me. I will bring their families to live in Los Angeles and bear the cost of their children's schooling in Los Angeles. If their children can be admitted to American universities, I will pay for the tuition in full!" (End of this chapter)