The Wolf of Los Angeles.

The footage taken by the drone was not very clear in the dark, but it did allow us to see some of the situation at the prison.

Because of the noise, the drone dared not get too close to the prison and could only hover at a high altitude. Target could only make a judgment based on the blurry infrared thermal imaging.

Fortunately, the enormous heat generated during the explosion was as noticeable as the warm winter sun.

The bearded man said, "They're making very good progress and have already broken into the hardened criminals' cell block."

"If all goes well, we should be able to successfully eliminate the target." The bald man turned to Target and asked, "Are we just going to let them leave like this?"

Targett pointed to him and the bearded man and said, "There are only three of us. Our mission is to determine the success or failure of the operation. We don't need to worry about anything else."

Just as the three were monitoring the prison situation, five silent drones slowly descended and surrounded the small building from different directions.

The two groups approached the small building quietly from different directions.

A drone flashed past the window.

At the street corner not far away, on the signal vehicle, Carreras used the drone's thermal imaging system to locate the personnel and notified the operatives: "The target is in the room on the south side of the second floor."

"Received!" someone replied.

Carreras then called Marcelo, who had just contacted him: "I'll send you a map right away. Your men should block off all the intersections and alleyways."

He typed a few words on the keyboard, and an electronic map was immediately sent out.

Marcelo quickly responded: "Map received, I'll arrange for people to come immediately."

Carreras waited a couple of minutes before receiving a notification from Yero: "I am about to take control of the enemy's drone. Prepare to proceed."

“Understood.” Karelas glanced at the screen again and said, “Action!”

Meanwhile, in the room on the south side of the second floor.

Looking at the footage from the drone, Target said, "I remember seeing this before. Is this a repeat?"

The bearded man asked in surprise, "After all this time, are you still blowing up walls?"

The bald man operating the drone suddenly exclaimed in alarm: "Oh no..."

Before he could finish speaking, the footage captured by the drone suddenly went black, and the bald man exclaimed, "The drone is out of control!"

Targett reacted quickly, immediately reaching for his gun while saying, "The situation has changed, retreat immediately!"

But at the same time as his words came the sound of a window shattering.

With a loud bang, something shattered the windowpane.

A small drone buzzed in.

Target and his men had all been on the battlefield. Although they had not personally experienced a suicide drone attack, they knew the concept of a suicide drone.

The three of them simultaneously fell behind the cover.

The drone crashed into the ceiling, but instead of an explosion, it produced a sound wave exceeding 200 decibels, along with a flash of light.

The confined indoor environment caused sound waves to reverberate back and forth.

The three of them instantly lost their sight and hearing, their heads vibrated and buzzed, and their consciousness became blurred.

With a loud bang, the door lock was blasted apart by a special shotgun, and the door was kicked open from the outside.

Seven heavily armed men in black stormed into the room and subdued the three people.

It wasn't until he was dragged out of the room like a dead dog that Target regained some of his senses. He opened his mouth to speak, to remind Baldy and Beard to watch their mouths, but found that his mouth had been sealed shut with duct tape, and all his words were stuck in his throat.

When the bearded man and the bald man woke up, they couldn't even struggle before being thrown into separate cars.

Now that things have developed to this point, Target can easily guess that this is a trap.

This point was mentioned when the orders were given, but even if they suspected it was a trap, with Epstein as bait in front of them, they had no choice but to take the bait.

Target thought he was being discreet and extremely careful, and had never even had direct contact with anyone from the Middle East, yet he still fell into the trap.

The convoy quickly left the area as if nothing had happened.

Residents who heard the commotion called the police. After the LAPD arrived to investigate, they closed the case with the excuse that a thief had broken into the house and had already fled.

Not long after, the three men wearing black hoods were sent to the Butterfly Company and then made a special trip by yacht to Catalina Island.

The club that originally belonged to the Ackerman family has long been transformed into the training base for the Butterfly.

The underground prisons that were originally used to hold women can also be put to new use.

…………

Coast Building, Information Room.

News from all sides gradually reached Hawke's side, and the operation, which had been in preparation for more than half a year and was meticulously planned, was a complete success.

The video communication was reconnected.

Campos spoke first: "All the planned targets have been captured and killed, the streets have been cleared, and the homeless group will be completely evacuated before dawn."

Jennifer said, "The operation inside the prison was a success. All the criminals were captured alive, and we suffered no casualties."

Hawke smiled and praised, "Well done."

Erica interjected, "I've been on standby, but I haven't been of any use."

Jennifer chuckled: "The fact that we need you to step in means the situation is out of control and has become a crisis."

"I've received intelligence that media reporters have already rushed over." Twitter has developed a large network of informants among paparazzi in Los Angeles, so Hawke can get the news at the slightest sign of trouble: "The reasons and excuses are proceeding as planned."

Jennifer said, "I'm fine on my end."

Campos then said, "The Butterfly's men have all been withdrawn, and I have also issued a gag order."

Hawke said, "Edward and Raul are on their way to Toronto, waiting for them to find out what's going on there."

He asked Jennifer, "What's the situation with Epstein?"

Jennifer replied, "He has been moved to a safe house and is being guarded by my trusted men. He is very agitated; he wet his pants earlier and even left a blood-written suicide note on his blanket. He has clearly come to his senses."

Hawke said, "Shutting up won't save his life; he only has one option."

“We can guarantee his safety,” Jennifer said, “provided that Epstein cooperates.”

Erica advised, "Take advantage of Epstein's heightened emotions and interrogate him quickly; you're bound to get results." Jennifer shared the same thought: "You all understand the situation here, so I won't say any more. I should go meet with Epstein."

“Okay.” Hawke glanced at the time. “That’s all for today. We can discuss anything else tomorrow.”

Jennifer and Erica were the first to log off.

Campos spoke a few more words to Hawke alone, preparing to head to Catalina Island to personally interrogate the captured men.

The photos of those people have already been sent to the information room.

Hawke had a preliminary comparison conducted, and the results were as expected: the names and photos of the three individuals were all found in the records related to Adam Smith and Dillon, among others.

They were all from Delta Force and had served under Dillon.

As expected, Joseph became involved in the Lolita Island incident, and despite knowing the great risks, he couldn't resist taking action against Epstein.

The extent to which this event will affect Joseph depends on Epstein himself and Edward's gains from Toronto.

It was late, and Hawke gave Morientes a few instructions before returning to his office suite to rest.

…………

In a brightly lit safe room in the federal prison, Epstein, now dressed in a new prison uniform, sat in a chair against the wall, the back of his head pressed against the soft-covered wall, his fear and tension largely gone.

Four heavily armed guards stood watch at the entrance.

Seeing Jennifer, the supervisor, hurry over, the two took out their keys, simultaneously unlocked a mechanical lock, and pulled open the heavy alloy door.

Jennifer nodded slightly to them and entered the safe house with her assistant and Chick.

When Epstein saw someone enter, he immediately sat up straight and stared intently at the three of them.

Jennifer pulled out a chair and sat down, saying, "Jeffrey, long time no see. You look a little down."

Epstein remembered Jennifer and knew she was the key to his survival. He forced a smile and said, "If you were in my position, you would also be exhausted after experiencing something as upsetting as tonight."

He pointed at Chick: "Give me a cigarette?"

Jennifer waved her hand.

Chick took out a cigarette and handed it to Epstein, then took out a lighter and lit it for him.

Epstein enjoyed a long-awaited cigarette, taking a puff and smoking almost half of it.

Jennifer wasn't in a hurry and patiently waited for him to finish his cigarette.

Epstein tossed away his cigarette butt and said, "You were prepared all along, weren't you?"

Without waiting for Jennifer's reply, he continued, "They transferred me to Los Angeles and put constant pressure on me. I guess you guys have leaked some information to the outside world. Although I don't know the details, I can imagine it's not good news."

Seeing that he was no longer silent as before, Chick took the initiative to speak and poured him another glass of water, placing it in front of him.

Epstein picked up his glass, took a sip, and continued, "You set a trap, waiting for those people to walk right into it, but disappointingly, those bastards actually jumped into your trap."

Jennifer wasn't surprised that Epstein could guess these things. Just as he said, the purpose of transferring people to Los Angeles was very clear, and it wouldn't be hard for anyone with a discerning eye to see it.

But some things are one thing to be able to see, and another to be able to accept.

Jennifer simply said, "This kind of thing will happen again if it happens this time. They won't protect you anymore."

How could Epstein not understand such a simple truth? He put down his water glass and said, "You just want me to cooperate so you can get a sharp weapon for next year's election."

Jennifer ignored him and went straight to the point: "The address you left on the blanket contains something."

Epstein closed his eyes briefly. He was on the verge of death and panicked. Not wanting to let those bastards get away with it, he left his last words.

He was powerless to change what had been written down.

With things having come to this point, Epstein simply said, "I will cooperate with you, but I have a few conditions."

Jennifer replied directly, "We can guarantee your personal safety, but that's all. You either get killed by them or you cooperate with us."

Epstein kept quiet for the time being, having originally intended to use this opportunity to make further demands, such as helping him go to Russia.

The things left on the blanket had given Jennifer complete control. Although she didn't know exactly what was inside, Epstein's last words were probably not ordinary.

Epstein had obviously thought of this as well.

He was silent for a moment before speaking, "You must protect me. I demand that I be kept in solitary confinement in prison, with a more upscale room and food, basic access to tobacco, alcohol, and medical care, and that my daily living conditions be no worse than those of an average middle-class person outside."

Jennifer didn't fuss over such trivial matters and nodded slightly: "Okay, you'll be staying in this prison long-term. I'll talk to the prison authorities and have a private cell designed just for you."

California federal prisons have long been outsourced to the Fergus family's security company; it was all too easy for them to do.

Epstein stated directly, "The villa in Toronto was bought in the name of a friend who died in an accident when I was a teenager. It has a very hidden basement, and in the vault of the basement, there are many videos that I filmed in New York and St. James Island."

He thought for a moment and then said, "No one knows about these videos except me. Those bastards in the Donald Party might have some guesses, but they don't know what I have or where they are hidden."

Jennifer asked, "Is Joseph Jr. involved?"

“Of course.” Epstein laughed heartily. “Don’t you know? The older the politician, like Joseph, the more he likes to dote on his granddaughters.”

He had been holding it in for too long, and tonight he had been quite provoked, so he couldn't help but sneer: "Are the Elephant Party clean? Donkeys and elephants are essentially the same kind of thing! Take your husband's grandfather, Paul Ferguson, and your husband's best friend, Hawke Osment, for example. They had no less shady business than the Laugh Tale and Hillary, they just hid it more deeply."

Jennifer could naturally think of these things, but she didn't care at all.

The crimes committed by the enemy are, of course, utterly heinous.

It's just that our own people made a small mistake out of necessity.

Who can guarantee they won't make mistakes?
Jennifer said expressionlessly, "Don't get bogged down in these pointless questions. Say what you need to say."

"I dare say, do you dare accept it all?" Epstein had been imprisoned for several years and was completely unaware of the changes in the outside world, unaware that as the conflict between the Democratic and Republican parties intensified, it gradually became a fight to the death.

Even international conflicts and pressure from pursuers can be thrown aside in the face of the two-party struggle.

Epstein gave a strange smile: "This involves countless bigwigs in the Democratic Party, many international political figures, and dozens of big names in the scientific and medical fields. You'd better think carefully about the pressure you may face."

Jennifer snorted coldly: "If you want to save your life, shut up."

Epstein frowned, then guessed something: "The relationship between the two parties is deteriorating? So fast? Ha... America is going to split up in the future."

Chick and his assistant then set up the cameras and made an excuse to leave the safe house.

Epstein's words were all recorded. (End of Chapter)