The Wolf of Los Angeles.

With a deafening roar, half the prison trembled, and the hardened offender ward shook violently.

Epstein covered his head with his hands, shielding himself from the dust falling from the roof, his face filled with panic, huddled in a corner by the door, trembling.

How many explosions were there?
In his panic, Epstein didn't count, but he was certain of one thing: the gunshots and explosions were getting closer and closer.

It's obvious someone is attacking the prison, and they're targeting this area.

Epstein wasn't stupid; he didn't imagine that his former allies or powerful figures behind the scenes would mobilize armed forces to storm the federal prison and rescue him.

That doesn't align with Epstein's understanding of them.

Epstein crouched down, shrinking his body as much as possible, because he knew very well that those people were 99% there to kill him.

He had actually anticipated this day, but he still harbored illusions.

After all, he possessed some of the most shameful secrets of those bastards, and he had kept his mouth shut all along, taking on all the blame, whether he could or couldn't bear it.

Epstein thought that those bastards should at least let him live peacefully in prison, right?
Rumbling--

The explosion was very close.

Epstein felt the concrete wall behind him shaking. How much explosives did those attackers bring?
A burst of gunfire erupted once again, mostly the sound of AKs firing in rapid succession.

Epstein didn't want to die, and he couldn't help but curse inwardly: "Where's the FBI? Where's Hawke Osmont? Isn't Los Angeles your territory? Is this how you treat people?"

As if in response, footsteps and noise came from outside the iron gate.

"Retreat! Their firepower is too strong!"

"Go! Retreat to the next line of defense! Watch out, they have C4!"

"Get away from the walls! Get away from the walls! The explosion will shatter your internal organs!"

Upon hearing the sound, Epstein moved his hands and feet together and crawled away from the corner of the wall.

However, the cell was poorly equipped, with nowhere to hide.

Epstein could only crawl under the bed, his eyes fixed on the doorway, awaiting the final moment.

Finally, a chaotic noise came from outside the door.

Someone shouted, "Alert! Alert!"

"The door is very thick!"

Then someone gave the order: "Use explosives to blow the door open!"

Another person said, "Kill them and retreat quickly."

Upon hearing this, Epstein was almost in despair.

At that moment, he was filled with regret. If he had known things would turn out this way, he shouldn't have kept his mouth shut.

What's the point of keeping quiet to save your life? What do you ultimately gain?
Epstein could imagine that after he died, the Donald Party leaders would eat better, sleep more soundly, and live more carefree lives, and would soon create a second St. James' Island.

He himself, however, will go to hell with a body full of sins.

Epstein, enraged, ripped the blanket off the bed, bit his finger, and wrote a line of letters on the blanket with his blood.

“18 Leonard Community, Toronto”

He threw the blanket back onto the bed to avoid attracting the attacker's attention.

In the warden's office, everything that happened in the hardened offender ward was displayed on multiple monitor screens in front of Jennifer.

Chick watched as the men prepared to use C4 to breach the door, and he was somewhat worried: "They're using too much explosive, what if..."

Jennifer waved her hand: "Don't worry, we were prepared."

All the explosives were assembled by Ambrose himself, ensuring that they would not be too powerful.

Before the heavy alloy door, everyone retreated. Ambrose took out a specially prepared bomb from his backpack, installed it on the door, set the detonation time, and quickly retreated.

At the same time, he shouted, "Watch out for an explosion! Crouch down!"

Everyone retreated to a distance of more than ten meters in the corridor and squatted on the ground.

Ambro ran all the way back without stopping, and when he reached the end of the line, he turned into the corner of the corridor.

The others didn't pay much attention either, after all, he was the commander leading the team.

But Ambro turned the corner and continued running backward.

Someone noticed this and was about to speak when Ambrose pressed the remote control for C4.

The booming, echoing explosion rang out again, drawing everyone's attention and causing them to forget everything else for a moment.

Ambrose ran to the door of a cell, pressed his finger on the fingerprint scanner, and the door opened automatically. He ran inside and closed the door tightly.

Fiona sat in her cell and smiled at Ambrose: "Welcome back to the team."

Ambrose breathed a sigh of relief, plopped down on the floor, leaned against the wall, and truly relaxed. He wiped his face and said, "This job is too difficult."

Fiona, who had infiltrated the Cthulhu organization and knew how difficult it was, comforted her, saying, "It will be over soon."

On the other side of the cell, the alloy door had been blown out of shape and could collapse at any moment.

Epstein closed his eyes in despair, hoping only that the clues he had left behind would survive.

Those bastards want to kill him to end it all? No way!

Centered on Epstein's cell, the food delivery slots on the alloy doors of several nearby cells suddenly opened, and while the attackers were still affected by the C4 explosion, several round objects were thrown out into the corridor.

"bomb!"

Someone shouted a reminder.

Many people fell to the ground.

But the intense light flashes and the high-intensity sound penetrates the human brain.

These armed men, each holding an AK, had tears streaming down their faces, their ears ringing, and they had temporarily lost their sight and hearing.

One by one, the cell doors opened, and fully armed FBI agents filed out, quickly taking control of the situation and handcuffing the militants.

This large-scale prison break operation was over in a matter of moments.

The wrecked cell door was opened, and several FBI agents quickly entered.

Epstein nearly lost control of his emotions, and upon seeing the armed officers entering through the door, he even lost control of his bladder.

There is great terror between life and death.

Even Epstein couldn't withstand it.

"Target secure." The FBI agent in charge reported to his superiors: "All terrorists have been captured."

With the help of the light streaming in from outside, Epstein could see clearly this time that several people were wearing FBI field uniforms.

On the other side, Jennifer ordered, "Take Epstein away and change his cell."

The FBI agent reached under the bed and pulled Epstein out, saying, "Get out of here if you don't want to die."

Epstein's legs were trembling, but in order to save his life, he forced himself to get up from the ground and followed the FBI agents out of the cell.

He went outside and saw the traces of the explosion; metal and wall debris were scattered all over the ground.

On the other side, AK assault rifles were confiscated and piled up like small mountains.

There were at least twenty militants pinned to the ground, their hoods all removed. Epstein could clearly see that most of them had Middle Eastern features.

"Fuck!" he cursed under his breath, quickened his pace to catch up with the FBI agent, and said, "I need to see Jennifer Ferguson! Tonight."

What Epstein wrote on his blanket was bound to be discovered.

Having nearly died, he made a decision: if keeping quiet wouldn't bring him peace, then why should he keep quiet?

FBI agents immediately reported to their superiors.

Inside the cell, the two team members did a quick check and found bloodstains on the blanket, which they immediately reported to Jennifer.

Jennifer immediately issued a gag order and forwarded the message to Hawke.

Inside the information room on the 16th floor of the Coast Building.

Hawke grabbed the wireless microphone and quickly jotted down the address Jennifer had given him on a piece of paper.

Epstein was in dire straits at the time, and the address he wrote down by biting his finger must have been extremely important.

Without the slightest hesitation, he looked at Edward beside him, handed him the note, and said, "You and Raul take some men to Toronto, search for what Epstein has hidden there, and bring back anything useful."

Edward glanced at the address, memorized it, and then stuffed the note into his mouth and ate it.

Hawke instructed, "Take plenty of people with you, and be careful."

"I'm off right now." Edward had been involved in the entire plan and knew it was crucial. He went out, called Raul, said a few words, gathered a team of elite bodyguards, and immediately drove to Los Angeles International Airport.

Before leaving the building, the two had already made a phone call to a private jet that was ostensibly unrelated to Twitter, and the jet was already applying for a flight to Toronto.

In the communications room, Hawke contacted Campos and gave the order: "The prison operation has been successfully completed. Begin the operation on the perimeter."

"Yes, sir!" Campos picked up the communicator and said to the team leaders, "Begin the operation!"

Several homeless people gathered in several alleys near the back gate of the prison.

Omran kept his eyes fixed on the prison gates, listening to the continuous explosions coming from inside, waiting for the attack signal.

The sound of AK-series automatic rifles came intermittently, and judging from the density of the gunfire, the attack was going quite smoothly.

Finally, the gunfire and explosions stopped.

Omran's phone vibrated; the agreed-upon signal had arrived!

He took a glow stick out of his bag, turned it on, threw it on the main street, and then waved to someone behind him.

Several homeless men carrying scavenging bags ran over quickly.

Footsteps could also be heard in the other two alleyways.

Unbeknownst to these people, their homeless companions, who usually hung out with them, had changed into full FBI-style gear. Each of them carried an AR-series rifle or a Remington shotgun, and wore bulletproof vests and composite helmets.

In one of the alleyways, Marcelo, at a considerable distance, raised his fist, knelt on one knee, and hid in the darkness.

He spoke into the radio: "Everyone, keep your distance and await my orders!"

The people behind them, as well as those dressed similarly in the other two alleys, all remained silent.

Standing at the entrance of the alley, Omran said to the men behind him, "Quickly approach the back door, launch a surprise attack with bombs, and help the brothers inside."

Those armed men, whose minds had long been consumed by the flames of revenge, did not hesitate at all, and walked toward the back door of the prison with their scavenging bags.

Several people emerged from the other two alleyways and approached the back door from the other side of the road.

Omran took out his AK rifle from his scavenging bag, ready for battle.

They used to deliberately loiter around the area at night, and the prison authorities were already used to it. A surprise attack would be easy to succeed, allowing for a pincer movement from both inside and outside...

Before Omran could even process what was happening, the situation changed drastically.

Suddenly, multiple searchlights lit up the wall above the prison's back gate and on the watchtowers on both sides, illuminating the dark road surface in perfect detail.

The homeless people wandering around were unable to adjust to the change in light and could not see what was happening in front of them.

Gunfire erupted without warning, as multiple AR-series automatic rifles unleashed a dense hail of bullets.

Even more terrifying, on the watchtowers on either side of the back gate, personnel from the FBI task force had set up two M249 light machine guns that spewed fire, a chain of fire mixed with tracer rounds, sweeping across the street like the scythe of death.

Several homeless men immediately collapsed to the ground, spitting blood.

Several quick-thinking homeless people lay down on the ground as soon as the lights came on.

While his companions were being mowed down by machine guns and automatic rifles, he quickly crawled back.

At the alley entrance, several stray bullets flew past, hitting a trash can with a clanging sound. Omran quickly pulled his head back, leaning against the wall, unable to believe what had happened.

He could certainly tell that the prison authorities had been prepared.

How could this be?
Omran didn't have time to think. The last person who reacted the fastest crawled back backwards.

His face was filled with fear as he said, "Why? Why? Who betrayed us? Who betrayed us?"

Omran grabbed him and shouted, "Sayid, calm down! Calm down!"

Said nodded repeatedly, his emotions calming down somewhat.

Omran realized something was wrong and said, "Let's retreat!"

Said continued to nod.

But the gunshots drowned out other sounds.

From the darkness of the alley, Omran's familiar voice suddenly rang out: "Don't move, none of you are going anywhere!"

Said reached into the scavenging bag for the gun.

bang bang bang-

Gunshots rang out, and Saeed was riddled with holes in his body before collapsing to the ground.

Omran immediately threw away the gun that was placed to the side and raised both hands above his head.

Then, he saw a group of fully armed men in black emerge from the darkness.

"Get the person under control."

Omran recognized the voice; the leader was Marcelo.

He pointed at Marcelo: "You...you, boss, why?"

Marcelo, of course, didn't explain to him. He simply ordered his men to grab Omran, tie him up, put a black hood over his head, and pin him down.

Almost simultaneously, gunshots from AR-series rifles rang out from other alleyways.

None of the "vagrants" who managed to escape the gunfire at the prison's back gate and manage to get back to the alleyways alive were able to escape.

Almost simultaneously, the drivers of those vehicles preparing to escape were also either shot dead on the spot or taken prisoner under the special care of their former homeless colleagues.

This was a completely one-sided battle, with no suspense whatsoever.

Once the gunfire subsided, Marcelo immediately notified his superiors: "The homeless group reports: the prison back gate has been cleared! The prison back gate has been cleared!"

Campos, who was in command, ordered: "Mobilize elite forces and move to position number three to assist in the capture of Carreras. I want him alive!"

"Understood!" Marcelo selected several skilled men, got into his car, and drove away.

The federal prison returned to calm. (End of Chapter)