The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Indian peacekeeping force camp on the north-south ceasefire line in Sudan, near the Ethiopian border.

Although there is only one company stationed here, the peacekeeping mission is of extraordinary significance, and the military chief here is assigned a major.

After breakfast, Major Sharma asked the orderly to take out the luggage, and he personally carried two suitcases and prepared to go to Talawdi to take a flight back home.

He has completed the handover with all the newly assigned officers.

This peacekeeping gilding journey ended with great gains.

In addition to the promotion after returning, there are two boxes in his hands, which are full of US dollars.

Thinking of the black fools in South Sudan, Major Sharma wanted to laugh for some reason and said to the orderly: "Nearly a hundred armed soldiers were defeated by a dozen private security guards, and all those who survived were captured. What a bunch of fools."

The orderly agreed, "Yes, they are all idiots."

Although he came from a military family, another thing suddenly popped into his mind. It was a war his grandfather had participated in that seemed even more tragic than this one.

Three people destroyed a camp...

Suddenly, the captain of the convoy ran over from a distance.

Major Sharma frowned and asked, "Where's the car?"

The captain came over and saluted: "Report, two vehicles have broken down and cannot be started, and the other three vehicles are undergoing necessary maintenance and cleaning."

"What's going on?" Major Sharma was quite dissatisfied and walked quickly towards the parking lot.

When he got closer, he found several maintenance soldiers from the motor vehicle squad squatting behind a Suzuki military jeep, cleaning the exhaust pipe.

Sharma knew very well what those soldiers whose bosses were decided by their small heads looked like, and he understood what was going on at a glance.

He was angry: "Didn't I have someone catch a few baboons?"

The captain whispered, "It happened too often. Two of them were tortured to death, and one starved himself to death."

Sharma sighed and was too lazy to say anything more since he was leaving anyway.

In a strange country, on a grassland with no entertainment, where even the animals are scared away, it is not easy to maintain the morale of such a team. We can't let them mess with each other.

The maintenance soldiers cleaned the exhaust pipes of the three usable cars, started the cars and drove them around the camp to make sure there were no problems.

Sharma got in the car, and the original four cars escorting him were reduced to three.

The other two vehicles had mechanical failures due to clogged exhaust pipes and needed to be dismantled and overhauled.

Three cars filled with soldiers escorted Major Sharma towards the nearest city, Taladi.

Not too far from the military camp, a black man was picking baobab fruits on a tall baobab tree and throwing them to another black man below.

The people in the tree looked at the only road leading to Taloudi from time to time.

He saw three vehicles coming from the Indian military camp and immediately took out his binoculars to observe, discovering the blue UN and Indian peacekeeping force logos on the bodies of the vehicles.

The black man put away the telescope and took out the satellite phone: "Baobab tree calling lions, baobab tree calling lions."

A response came from the other side: "Lions received, please report."

The black man said, "The hyenas are heading in the preset direction. There are three of them in total!"

"Got it!" The other end hung up the phone.

The black man did not leave immediately. Instead, he observed for a while and made sure that no new vehicles were coming. Then he packed up his equipment, climbed down the rope ladder from the tree, took away all his belongings, and quickly evacuated the area with his companions.

More than 40 kilometers away, a mound covered with bushes and grass hid several Toyota pickup trucks hidden behind it.

This pickup truck, which is widely used in Africa, is a favorite of many armed groups. By welding a gun mount on it, it can be used as a mobile heavy machine gun firepower platform.

Bosque got out of the car, picked up an RPG, looked at a dozen of his subordinates, and said, "The target has been set off. It just passed the observation post. There are only three vehicles."

Andre was lying on the ground behind the bushes, looking through the binoculars at the road more than 100 meters away. He said, "We expected five, but only three came."

These people prepared 10 RPGs and planned to fire two rounds at each vehicle first.

The situation changed, and Bosque adjusted the tasks, saying: "No. 1, No. 2, No. 3, as the main attack, corresponding to the first, second, and third vehicles, No. 4, No. 5, No. 6, follow the order to make up the fire, and the remaining four will be the reserve team, and change the attack according to the situation!"

There were four other people, spread out and on guard with guns.

There was also a sniper team that left the mound and chose another shooting position.

With the support from Costa Rica, Bosque has sufficient manpower and can act freely.

After waiting for a while, the observer reminded: "The vehicle is coming."

Andre raised his binoculars and looked toward the east side of the road. He spotted the blue UN and Indian peacekeeping force logos on the vehicle and said, "Target confirmed."

"Prepare to attack!" Bosk gave the order.

The shooters scattered across the mound immediately entered combat status.

Three Suzuki SUVs drove over from the east.

With the roar of the engine, the vehicle quickly arrived at the closest point to the slope.

Bosque ordered via the radio: "Open fire!" In the middle car, Sharma's feet were always touching the black leather suitcase, which gave him an unusually safe feeling.

I gained so much from this trip to Africa.

Suddenly, he felt a palpitation and subconsciously turned his head to look to the south, as if something was flying towards him.

This was Sharma's last consciousness.

The first rocket hit the SUV in the middle directly.

The vehicle exploded with a loud bang, and debris flew all over the sky.

Before the other two cars could react, two more rockets flew over and hit the carriages.

There was an explosion and the car was scrapped on the spot.

No one got out of the car, only various debris fell to the ground, making crackling sounds.

There was a blown-up car and fire was burning at this moment. There was no wailing in pain or shouting for help.

Andre led his men to approach quickly and saw the shoulder and collar badges of a person in the middle vehicle. He confirmed that it was a major and said, "Confirmed, the target is dead."

Bosco ordered: "Retreat."

The group returned to the hiding place of the vehicles, got on Toyota pickup trucks, drove west first, and then turned back south at an intersection.

This map is vast and sparsely populated, with wilderness everywhere.

When they arrived at a gravel area with no grass or trees, Bosque ordered all the vehicles to be burned after everyone got out of the car. Then he walked for a while, changed to a guarded vehicle, and quickly left South Sudan and returned to Ethiopia.

After completing the first target, Bosque naturally set his sights on the next two.

The only Arabs in Hurricane Company had been sent to North Sudan by him.

Amin is also spending money to collect information.

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Coast Building, Los Angeles.

Edward hung up the phone, quickly entered the elevator, and said to Hawke, "Bosco just sent a message that they ambushed the convoy of Major Sharma, the chief officer of the Indian peacekeeping camp. A total of three off-road jeeps were destroyed. Including Sharma, 12 people were killed."

The elevator door opened at this time, Hawke entered first, and when Edward caught up, he said, "Tell them that they did a good job, and do the rest according to the situation they have."

Arriving on the 16th floor and entering the office, assistant Lucart placed some important documents on his desk.

When Hawke was done, Edward came over with Campos.

After Edward closed the office door, Campos talked about the latest developments in the CD incident: "We expanded the search area in New York and confirmed that the man entered Manhattan and then disappeared."

Manhattan is a small place with a large population, and there are very chaotic and old areas such as Greenwich.

Hawke asked, "Have all the clues been cut off?"

"Yes, there are no new clues." Campos got the photo of the mailer from a McDonald's clerk who resigned. "I suspect that the man had some makeup on, and the appearance he showed was different from his actual appearance."

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "I suspect that the so-called West Coast California accent may also be fake."

Hawke recalled that his previous actions had all been to confuse the audience by using an East Coast accent.

Is this guy from the East Coast? From New York?

In this way, the possibility on Hillary's side is increasing.

With the memory of his past life, Hawke knew that there was an unspeakable relationship between Hillary and Satanism.

But Hillary and most of the world don’t know, so what does she want to do?
Drag her into the water? Use her to suppress Satanism, and then make Satanism completely side with her?
Hawke could only guess.

There is another possibility. Someone learned about Hillary's relationship with Satanism, and also knew that when Erica was working in the Detective Bureau, she investigated a case related to Satanism. Finally, due to the pressure of this case, she was forced to leave the Detective Bureau and transferred to the Special Operations Bureau.

Influenced by the various publicity about Erica by the media and LAPD, the other party thought that Erica was a real ruthless female detective. Through Erica, they instigated the Ferguson family and Twitter to embark on the road of confrontation with Satanism.

Hawke picked up the phone and called the operations director's office: "Come over here."

A few minutes later, accompanied by the sound of rapid high heels hitting the ground, Hawke's number one mutton leg, Caroline Jones, hurried into the office.

She greeted Edward and Campos, sat on the sofa, and asked Hawke: "Boss, what can I do for you?"

It was hard to find people in real life, so Hawke decided to start from the Internet: "I remember the backend algorithm has evolved again?"

Caroline said: "It's mainly because the funds from Congress have been allocated. We need to show some results so that they can allocate the second batch. In fact, what we show is just a bluff. We will not show our core technology to those people."

Hawke said to Campos, "You send that man's picture to Caroline."

Campos sent the photo to Carolyn.

The latter opened it and found a middle-aged white man who looked much more ordinary than Hawke.

Hawke then instructed Caroline: "Use the background algorithm and Twitter's core algorithm to analyze and model this person's facial structure, and try to find a person with a high degree of similarity from all the photos or videos on Twitter."

Caroline said: "This will take some time." (End of this chapter)