The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Los Angeles, U.S. Attorney's Office.

Lourdes quickly finished his work, handed the signed documents to his assistant, and said, "Give these to Fleming tomorrow. I've already spoken with him. He'll be keeping an eye on the federal prisons. If any emergency occurs, remember to contact Washington."

The assistant put away the documents and said, "The plane tickets have been booked."

Just as Lauder was about to leave, his colleague Fleming knocked on the door and came in.

The latter looked at him and said, "It's not normal for Washington to suddenly summon you back for a meeting at this time."

“That’s true, but the procedure is fine. I have to attend the Department of Justice meeting, otherwise it will be very troublesome.” Lloyd had no choice; the other party was following due process. He instructed, “You must keep a close eye on things here. I’ll be back in three days at most.”

Fleming smiled and said, "Don't worry, according to regulations, we must be present whenever they interrogate Epstein or allow him to be interviewed."

Lourdes patted his arm: "I'm going to the airport."

Fleming said, "Shall I take you?"

“No need.” Lloyd picked up his briefcase and walked out of the office, reminding him again, “In case of an emergency, be sure to notify your superiors immediately.”

Fleming certainly knew.

Lauder left home, got in his car, and headed to Washington to attend a meeting convened by the Department of Justice.

The current Attorney General is Jennifer Ferguson's father, Hugh Sr.

As night fell, Fleming, who was having sex with his female secretary, received a frantic ringing of his cell phone.

Seeing that his wife's number was displayed, he pretended not to hear it and became even more excited as he launched his attack on the female secretary.

The person making the call was unusually persistent, calling again and again.

Fleming, annoyed by the noise, rolled off the bed, picked up his phone, went to the window, answered, and said, "What's wrong with you?"

The wife on the other end of the line said in a panic, "Your brother, your brother is in trouble."

Fleming's younger brother had just come of age, a time when he was at his most unruly, and he quickly asked, "What happened?"

The wife said, "This afternoon he went out in a car with a group of people his age. I don't know who reported him, but he was stopped by the FBI. The FBI found a large bag of drugs and two unregistered guns in his car. He has now been temporarily detained by the FBI."

As a federal prosecutor, Fleming had connections. He knew several top FBI officials and said, "I'll call Remy and ask about the details."

The wife said, "Remy and Gordon are on vacation. I heard they're going through the process of getting promoted, and they won't be coming back after their vacation."

Fleming immediately sensed a conspiracy: Remy, who had remained in the same position for years, had suddenly been promoted without even informing his old friend of the promotion...

The wife continued, "I hired a lawyer, and the lawyer met with your brother. Things are very complicated. A murder victim's fingerprints were found on a gun that was found in your brother's car, and the FBI has temporarily refused bail."

Fleming felt a sudden toothache. Some things were obvious without even guessing: the so-called drugs and illegal firearms—who knows where they came from?

These are common tactics used by the FBI and local police departments to frame people.

That's right, the method is old, but very effective, though quite troublesome to solve.

Remembering his parents' repeated instructions to take good care of his younger brother before they passed away, Fleming forced himself to say, "I understand. Don't worry, I'll be back tomorrow."

His wife's voice still carried a hint of panic: "Hurry up."

"Calm down, the sky isn't going to fall." Fleming hung up the phone, sat down in a chair by the window, and began to think seriously.

The female secretary tried to speak, but he waved her off.

Fleming quickly made a decision and said to his secretary, "Book me a flight back early tomorrow morning."

The female secretary looked slightly surprised, but immediately took out her phone and reminded her, "Should we inform our superiors?"

Fleming said, "I'll make the call."

Fleming didn't think his brother's mess would be particularly troublesome. If he wasn't mistaken, as long as he left Los Angeles and went back, and stayed there for a few days, these things would be over.

The female secretary acted quickly, making a few moves on her phone and saying to Fleming, "The plane tickets are booked."

Fleming got up, paced back and forth for a while, and then took out his phone to call Washington.

At this hour, when people in Washington are sound asleep, no one answers the phone.

Fleming simply flopped onto the bed and said, "Go to sleep first, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

In the morning, just as dawn was breaking, my phone rang again.

The call came from Washington.

Fleming answered the call and explained his situation in detail.

Fleming was left in Los Angeles, and his brother's situation was left to them to handle.

But Fleming knew the FBI’s way of doing things very well. If he couldn’t go back in time, his brother’s case would be solidified, and he simply couldn’t afford the money to overturn it later.

After making the call, Fleming declined the offer from Washington and rushed to the airport without even having breakfast.

…………

Washington, Delaware Club.

Dillon hung up the phone, his face filled with suppressed anger.

He paced back and forth anxiously for a few steps, then took out his phone and dialed Joseph's private number.

Once the call connected, Dillon quickly described the situation in Los Angeles.

A dozen minutes later, Joseph rushed over and entered the reception room.

Dillon said, “First, the Department of Justice held a meeting and transferred Lloyd, who held a high position, back to Washington. Then Fleming’s brother got into trouble and left Los Angeles against my advice. These things are clearly not coincidental.”

Joseph, who had watched the Fox News program and was already feeling the pressure, asked, "What about other news?"

Dillon quickly added, "The FBI's Los Angeles branch has sent word that Halle Wayne went to see Jennifer Ferguson and apparently gave her something. They've put her on high alert."

Joseph sighed. "Things aren't good."

Dillon had no choice but to tell the truth: "This is very bad. With prosecutors Lauder and Fleming leaving Los Angeles, oversight will naturally transfer to other federal prosecutors in Los Angeles. They are not our people."

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "The other side is clearly getting impatient and is preparing to use a simple and brutal approach to find a breakthrough from Epstein."

Joseph narrowed his eyes and asked, "You spent some time on the island and had a lot of dealings with Epstein. Can Epstein withstand it?"

Dillon dared not make such a guarantee, saying, "Back in Iraq, I saw many fanatical militants. Many of them were as strong as steel, but they could collapse in an instant."

Politicians like Joseph are inherently distrustful of people. Epstein, too, is not trustworthy.

Moreover, he was still on Hawke Osment's turf.

With next year's election at stake, Joseph dared not gamble with Epstein's conscience.

He asked, "How are the preparations going with the people in Los Angeles?"

“They have fully integrated into normal social life.” Although Dillon’s people had not contacted them in person, they had kept track of their movements through observation and long-term telephone communication: “One group of people infiltrated the homeless population near the federal prison, and another group joined a company that provides catering and other services to the prison. Two of them are very diligent and have entered the federal prison multiple times.”

This was Joseph's trump card, originally planned for a critical moment: "Inform them to find a suitable opportunity as soon as possible to take action and completely eliminate Epstein."

Dillon said, "I'll inform the people in Los Angeles right away."

Joseph nodded: "Have them do the confirmation work. I want to see results before we start!"

"Yes." Dillon saw him out, then returned and made a phone call.

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Glendale, Los Angeles.

In his room at the Brandwood Hotel, Target was deep in thought, unconsciously turning his old-fashioned cell phone.

The other two looked at Targett, waiting for him to give instructions.

With a thud, the phone slipped from my hand and landed on the carpet.

Target bent down to pick it up, looked at his two subordinates, the bearded man and the bald man, and said, "Washington has given orders for those guys to seize any opportunity to make their move. The situation is not good."

The bearded man said, "After waiting for so long, we can finally stretch our legs."

Targett cautioned, "Make it clear, it's the militants from the Middle East who are carrying out the attack, not us. We just need to keep an eye on things and confirm their results."

They stayed in Los Angeles for long periods of time, but couldn't go out and have fun as they pleased. They had to be on guard all day long, and were always worried about everything, whether they were going in or out or making a phone call.

It's bearable in the short term, but over time, it can make people depressed.

The bald man stretched and said, "No matter what, after we finish this, we need to find a place to enjoy ourselves. Have you two thought about where to go on vacation after this?"

When it came to fun and enjoyment, Target was also a little moved and automatically chimed in, "I remember Lewis mentioned last time that they went to Thailand and had a great time there."

“Great!” the bearded man said. “After this mission is completed, we’ll go to Thailand together.”

Target returned to business and said to the bald man, "You're in charge of informing Teams A and B to prepare for the attack."

He then looked at the bearded man: "Call Team C and have them confirm the schedule for the prison supply convoy in the near future, and choose a suitable time to take action."

The bearded man and the bald man responded simultaneously.

Target added, "I'm going to the warehouse to check the equipment. You can inform their supervisor of the location and time for retrieving the weapons."

"Okay." The two left the hotel room and went their separate ways to different areas.

After loading his gun and cell phone, Target drove to a warehouse district near Caltech.

Temporary university areas often house many startups and associated warehouses.

One of the brick-and-mortar warehouses had already been leased and a dedicated person had been assigned to guard it.

Target entered the warehouse, opened the containers inside, carefully inspected the goods, and said to his two subordinates, "Evacuate this place before 3 p.m.

The two of them remembered the time perfectly.

Similarly, they were all going crazy from waiting here for so long.

Around 4 p.m., two vans drove up and went straight into the warehouse.

Ambro, who was leading the team, had his men guard the warehouse door. He opened the container and went inside, only to find it was full of hard stuff.

A man named Ali, one of his men, came over, took out an AK-series gun, examined the bolt, rifling, and magazine, and said, "Boss, this is good stuff. It's all new stock, not some knock-off from a small workshop in Pakistan or Mexico. It should be made by a legitimate manufacturer in Eastern Europe."

Another henchman opened a metal box and said, "Look what this is, C4!"

He laughed as he inspected the other boxes: "So many! We can blow that prison to smithereens!"

After inspecting everything, Ambrose called to his men, "Load the trucks, hurry up, we only have half an hour."

Two forklifts were parked inside the warehouse, and someone immediately went over to drive them and load boxes of goods into the two vans.

These weapons and equipment are sufficient for them to launch a small-scale attack.

The two vehicles drove back to their temporary base, in the yard of a small company.

Despite the lack of tall buildings around and the fact that the yard was enclosed by a wall, Ambrose still fulfilled his duties as a military commander, ordering his men to wait until dark before unloading the cargo.

One by one, people entered the storefront far ahead, and Ambrose had them led upstairs.

The nominal leader, Cody, and Omran, who had infiltrated the homeless group, both came here.

Together with Ambrose, they formed a leadership trio.

Ambrose spoke first: "All the weapons have been retrieved. We guarantee that everyone has an automatic rifle and a pistol. We have plenty of ammunition, and we can use C4 explosives to blow all the way from the back door of the prison to the front door."

Cody was quite satisfied: "We can sneak into the prison's back gate and kitchen by using the supply convoy, but to get into the hardened criminal ward, I've observed carefully, we have to use violence."

Their mission this time was to launch a violent attack, something they had been waiting for a long time.

"Has the evacuation route been planned?" Ambrose asked.

Omran continued, "I'll be waiting for you at the back door in my car. The Americans have a helicopter ready less than two kilometers from the prison."

Ambrose emphasized, "Americans cannot be trusted."

“I’ve had vehicles prepared under the nearby highway bridge in advance.” Cody’s face suddenly showed a hint of fanaticism: “Plan complete. You two take your men and retreat. I’ll stay behind with Team A to hold off the LAPD or FBI’s pursuit.”

He looked at Ambrose: "I didn't intend to go back this time."

Ambro sighed inwardly, but said aloud, "I'll stay with you."

Cody shook his head: "There's no need. My family and friends all died in the American bombings. Revenge is the only reason I'm still alive."

He looked at his two companions: "Live well, and be sure to return to the Middle East to continue your revenge against the Americans!" (End of Chapter)