The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Four old Cherokees drove out of Cali and headed straight for the town where the piranha mercenaries were stationed.

In the middle car, James and Tiger each held a leather suitcase, their hands constantly patting the black leather exterior of the suitcases. That special feel could only be experienced when the suitcases were filled with US dollars.

The mercenaries in the other three Cherokees were all heavily armed, vigilantly scanning their surroundings.

The province of Cauca is home to numerous armed groups, and even in a populous port city like Cali, order is chaotic.

In the Cherokee where James was, the passenger in the front seat was using a tablet to control a drone made by West Coast technology.

This is new equipment that the Argentine boss specially provided for them after their trip to America.

The drones hovered around the vehicle, using their aerial advantage to survey everything on the ground.

"With this thing, reconnaissance is so much easier," said Smart, the operator. "If the enemy tries to ambush us along the way, we'll find them much sooner."

Hames had tried it before and said, "The technological development of major countries is too fast. It feels like we are at least decades behind the world."

The tiger sighed and pointed out the window: "Look, we live on the edge of a primeval forest, as if we really live in a primitive society."

Smart shrugged: "Once we finish a few more jobs with high enough pay, we can retire and enjoy life in a big city like Bogotá or Buenos Aires."

Hames deliberately said, "You can't just say that. Mercenaries who have that kind of thinking usually die on missions."

“We’re safe around here.” Smart’s eyes were fixed on the screen on the tablet. “It can detect targets up to 3 kilometers away. I just checked, there’s nobody around.”

The people on the bus didn't really take it seriously and laughed.

In low Earth orbit, where they couldn't even see it with a telescope, a communications satellite was continuously transmitting signals.

Hundreds of meters above the ground, a reconnaissance drone had already locked onto the piranha mercenary convoy and followed it all the way from Cali City to the edge of the forest.

The drone operated by the piranha came into the Hurricane Mercenary Group's sights the moment it was launched.

In the temporary command center in the warehouse area, after two technicians quickly operated the system, the view of the West Coast drone was clearly displayed on an LCD screen in front of Boske.

The speakers next to them could be heard the mercenaries inside the vehicle speaking in Spanish.

Their hearty laughter, in particular, made them seem especially happy.

These are all basic practices in America.

American technology devices, including Apple iPhones and Microsoft software, all contain backdoors that allow the US to gain control.

This is something that is universally acknowledged, so nobody finds it strange.

Lin Qi, the head of the drone operations team, then said, "The suicide drone is in position."

Bosque glanced at the four cars on the screen and ordered, "Attack!"

The reconnaissance drones had already locked onto the target convoy. At this moment, the multiple pilots controlling the suicide drones immediately accelerated their respective drones and rushed towards the convoy.

Lynch maneuvered the reconnaissance drone to lower its altitude slightly and activated electromagnetic interference.

On the driveway in the wilderness, James was on the phone when he suddenly found that the call had automatically ended. He looked at the screen and found that the phone had lost signal.

Smart, in the front passenger seat, suddenly found his control tablet screen go black.

"What's going on?" He subconsciously slapped the tablet.

The driver then reminded him, "Look ahead!"

Just ahead of the convoy, an out-of-control quadcopter drone was performing an Indian-style leaf-falling spectacle.

The drone crashed into a tree by the roadside, and its rotor flew off.

Even though the piranha mercenaries hadn't experienced advanced warfare tactics like electromagnetic suppression, the battle-hardened James reacted quickly, rolling down the car window and shouting, "Enemy attack!"

Along with his words came a massive suicide drone.

In the Cherokee at the front, the driver saw the crashed drone, instinctively slowed down, and prepared to stop to check the situation, when he seemed to hear shouts from behind.

He asked his armed companions in the car, "It sounds like James is shouting something?"

The passenger in the front seat had just opened the window when he heard a not-too-loud sound of an electric motor running. Looking up at the sky, he saw something that looked like a large black bird swooping down.

The object crashed into the Cherokee's fuel tank and exploded violently.

After a loud bang, another explosion rang out.

The fireball from the fuel tank explosion soared into the sky, and thick black smoke shot straight up into the heavens.

The other three vehicles came to a stop almost simultaneously, and the people inside grabbed their weapons and tried to get out.

But it was too late in the face of air strikes and an absolute technological gap in weaponry.

Three more drones landed one after another.

The Cherokee at the back of the line was the first to be blown to pieces.

Less than two seconds apart, the penultimate Cherokee, whose door had just opened, was overturned by the violent explosion of the suicide drone.

Only in the middle car did James successfully jump out of the vehicle.

But before he could get up from the ground, he felt as if a violent storm was coming from behind him.

The shockwave from the explosion sent him flying.

James has countless wounds on his face and body.

But he was lucky; the shrapnel from the explosion did not hit any vital organs.

Hames felt dizzy and saw double. He shook his head repeatedly, struggling to get up and run away.

As his vision cleared slightly, he noticed something else falling from the sky.

It was a small drone, with something hanging from its belly.

Hames pulled out his pistol and fired repeatedly at the sky.

Gunshots rang out, but hitting a small drone in flight was extremely difficult, let alone a pistol, even an automatic rifle.

The drone landed.

Just as the explosion was about to occur, Hames discovered that other small drones had landed and crawled into the wreckage of the Cherokee, which had already been the site of a suicide attack.

Those bastards who launched the attack were exceptionally ruthless, leaving them absolutely no chance of survival.

Boom——

The moment the explosion occurred, Hames was plunged into endless darkness.

Then another explosion was heard, and the wreckage of the four Cherokees was completely destroyed.

All the human bodies inside were torn to pieces by the explosion.

Four off-road vehicles, carrying a total of 16 people, all perished.

The reconnaissance drone circled twice, confirming the complete annihilation of all targets, and then quickly returned to base after climbing higher.

Soon, several cars arrived. Under the cover of some armed men, several hooded men jumped out of the cars, filmed the scene with cameras, and collected some of the remaining items. In less than five minutes, they hurriedly drove away, leaving only the wreckage of four Cherokees, emitting wisps of smoke.

Because they needed the cash, the most elite members of the Piranha Mercenaries were mostly in this convoy.

Those remaining in the camp were relatively weaker in combat.

Navas lay on his recliner, puffing out a cigarette.

Under a nearby tent, five people were playing cards.

The deposit for the next mission will be issued today. Although the money hasn't arrived yet, these guys have already started using it.

They wrote down amounts of money on slips of paper and used them as stakes. Mercenaries lived a life of debauchery; those with strict management, like the Hurricane Corporation, were a tiny minority.

Most people went out with the convoy, and only two sentries were on routine guard duty at the observation tower on the highest point of the camp.

The weather was quite hot, and they sat there lazily, almost falling asleep.

No one, including Navas, was worried about security.

Since its establishment, the Piranha Camp has never been attacked by the enemy.

There are multiple infrared alarm systems installed on the roads near the camp. Whenever a person or vehicle passes by, the alarm will be triggered automatically.

Navas considered himself well-informed and had a powerful backer. The Piranha's weaponry was among the best in small South American mercenary groups.

After finishing his cigarette, he grabbed a bottle of chilled beer, drank it, and while it was still cool, fell asleep on the recliner.

Several kilometers away, several cars drove up and stopped in an open area.

Several people got out of the car to stand guard, and small unmanned reconnaissance aircraft also hovered in the sky.

In the back of one of the SUVs, Carlos was viewing footage from an unmanned reconnaissance aircraft transmitted from the electronic command center via satellite signal.

He picked up the satellite phone and spoke to Bossk: "We are in position and ready to begin operations."

In the warehouse area, in the electronic command center, Bossk once again gave the order: "Operation Two begins."

Another drone team had been waiting for a long time.

At Bossk's command, the two unmanned reconnaissance aircraft that were hovering at high altitude immediately descended and activated their infrared thermal imaging systems.

Camps in such remote and underdeveloped areas do not use building materials that are difficult to transport; they mostly use locally sourced materials.

Whether it's a tent or a wooden house, they stand out like a fire source in an infrared imaging system.

"Two people on the watchtower!"

The reconnaissance images and the operator's words were transmitted to Carlos and the other operatives via satellite signal in real time.

"Five people under the colorful tent!"

"Two people in a green-roofed wooden house!"

"A person under the camouflage sun net!"

"There are a total of ten enemies in the camp!"

Bosque first ordered Carlos: "Second team, you can set off!"

Then, he gave the order to the drone squad: "Attack begin!"

Above the piranha camp, multiple suicide drones swarmed down, flying towards the camp from all directions.

Navas had some knowledge of drones. Upon hearing the buzzing sound, he immediately woke up from his sleep, threw away the beer bottle still hanging between his fingers, grabbed an AK-47, and ran out of the security bars.

He looked up at the sky and spotted the drone flying toward the watchtower, and immediately raised his gun to fire.

bang bang bang-

The sound of automatic rifles firing instantly startled the drowsy sentry.

Under the drafty tent, the five men threw down their cards and ran outside, each grabbing a gun.

But before they could even get out of the tent, two drones crashed into it from the left and right sides.

Two explosions rang out, and a dense barrage of steel balls flew in all directions, riddling the tent fabric with holes. Those inside either had wild imaginations or were extra cautious.

So, faced with this crisis, they all obediently fell to the ground.

Navas's continuous firing did not hit the drone.

The alerted sentries realized the urgency of the situation, and one of them set up a machine gun and pulled the trigger, trying to shoot down the plane.

The other person was more quick-witted and jumped directly from the watchtower onto the sandbags below.

The machine gun had just fired when an explosion rang out.

The sentry who jumped down felt as if a car had hit him in the back, slamming him hard onto the ground.

The entire upper level of the watchtower was blown apart, with splinters of wood, guns, and human parts raining down, hitting the sentry in the face and burying him almost completely.

Navas disregarded everything else and ran toward the ammunition depot with his gun.

Those wooden houses were no match for an explosion.

Only ammunition depots with earth and stone structures are sturdy enough.

Behind them, another explosion rang out.

Navas had no time to look back; he could only run for his life.

Two wooden houses collapsed in the explosion, killing two mercenaries who were hiding nearby.

Amid the echoes of the explosion, Navas heard a buzzing sound that grew closer and closer from the sky.

He rolled on the spot, ignoring the AK that had fallen to the ground, and lunged behind a stack of sandbags.

But the small drone was as agile as a raccoon dog; just as it was about to crash into the ground, it pulled up again and then crashed headfirst into the sandbag.

Almost at the same time, another, larger suicide drone swooped down and crashed into the ground less than three meters away from Navas.

The explosion sent up countless steel balls, like several machine guns firing simultaneously.

Navas's body trembled repeatedly, a piece of his skull was ripped off, and half of his head was reduced to fragments.

He never got up again.

Reconnaissance drones hovered continuously above the camp, while several other drones dispersed to establish a perimeter.

Infrared thermal imaging revealed that there was still one survivor in the camp.

Bosque informed Carlos.

The latter is leading the convoy closer.

The fresh tire tracks on the dirt road were very clear, and to avoid running over landmines, Carlos ordered the convoy to follow the tracks closely.

It's a little slow, but safety is guaranteed.

The convoy entered the piranha mercenary camp, where everything had quieted down except for the smoke of battle.

The group got out of the car with guns drawn, and advanced while providing cover for each other. Following the drone's direct view, they found the only survivor beneath the ruins of the watchtower.

Carlos immediately ordered his men to rescue him; even capturing one alive would be of some use.

Similarly, a team was assigned to take photos and collect the remaining items, and Navas's body was found.

By examining the clothing, watch, jewelry, and tattoos on his arm, Carlos confirmed that the other person was the leader of the piranha mercenaries.

After a brief search, West Coast Tech's drones were found in the ammunition depot.

Carlos had his men taken away, and then immediately ordered, "Retreat."

The group loaded the prisoner alive into the car.

The convoy left the camp at a faster speed than it had come.

Because it was time to distribute money, all the piranha mercenaries gathered at the money-collecting convoy and camp, only to be completely wiped out. (End of Chapter)