The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Behind the broken-down car, the two men who had been crouching down to repair it simultaneously pulled out a rifle and a shotgun from under the back seat and stood up, ready to fire.

boom--

Gunshots rang out, startling countless birds into flight across the wilderness.

Krish instinctively clutched his head and lunged towards the passenger seat, but his eyes caught a glimpse of the woman who had pulled out a gun. A brilliant bloom of blood erupted from the back of her chest, and she seemed to have been hit by a car, falling backward with her head tilted back.

Immediately afterwards, gunshots rang out again.

Upon hearing the sniper rifle fire, the two armed men immediately ran behind a car and a tree.

But they were too slow in the face of bullets.

After two gunshots rang out in quick succession, both men were hit in the most vulnerable part of their torsos, crashed to the ground, and fell into an eternal slumber.

From a high vantage point not too far away, the sniper kept a close watch on this area.

The spotter carefully surveyed the situation through binoculars and reported over the radio, "Gunner eliminated, target safe!"

The sniper put away his rifle, picked up the spent cartridges, took out a can of spray with his gloved hand, sprayed a layer on the ground, and turned to run away.

The observer took out a lighter and lit the flame.

The fire roared up, burning away any remaining traces, but because there were no accelerants like grass or wood, it quickly went out.

The spotter caught up with the sniper and they got into the same vehicle they had come from.

On the other side, Krish slowly raised his head and found that his vehicle was intact. He unconsciously touched his body and found that there were no aches or bleeds.

On the contrary, the three gunmen were all lying on the ground, and there were bloodstains all over the nearby road.

The sound of a car engine came from behind. Startled, Krish opened the armrest box, took out a revolver, and gripped it tightly with both hands.

"Hey, buddy!" a voice came from behind. "Relax. We just saved you. If we wanted to kill you, it would be simple. No need for all this trouble. Turn around and take a look."

Krish turned to look out the car window; a rotary-wing drone was parked not far away.

He discovered something that looked like a bomb hanging under the fuselage.

Krish had seen news and videos of this thing launching suicide attacks in the Middle East; it couldn't withstand anything, not even a Humvee armored vehicle, let alone an ordinary car.

The voice came again: "Claire sent us. She cares about our past relationship and doesn't want to see you killed."

Krish, having seen the world, once again swept his gaze over the gunman's corpse, making it immediately clear who wanted him dead.

It's normal for Claire, as the First Lady, to receive the news.

After being framed as Samantha and Bill's illegitimate child, Krishi left Tom Emmanuel and became Claire's assistant for several years.

During this time, the two naturally ended up rolling onto a bed sheet.

Krish knew very well that Claire hated Tom Emmer because of the illegitimate child incident, and was even secretly making some underhanded moves.

The voice sounded slightly impatient: "Buddy, you only have two choices: stay here and wait to die, or come with us."

Thinking of his affair with Claire, Krish quickly packed his things, put his pistol in his pocket, got out of the car and walked to the back.

Carlos opened the back door and nodded: "Get in."

Krish didn't hesitate any longer, lowered his head, and got into the car.

Carlos followed and sat down next to him, when suddenly a voice came through his earpiece.

"Boss, a convoy is coming from the other side."

The footage captured by the drone was transmitted to this side on the display screen.

Three cars are speeding towards us from the ranch.

Carlos ordered: "Retreat immediately."

The vehicles all turned around and drove back along the route they had come from.

“You’re lucky,” Carlos said, pointing to the screen. “See that? Another group of people are here, probably also here to kill you.”

Krish's face darkened as he said, "I saw it."

Footage taken by a drone from high above shows three SUVs heading straight for where he had parked earlier.

When Carlos's cars merged onto the main road, people there discovered the shooting scene.

Although the camera footage wasn't very clear because the drone was flying too high, Krish was still able to identify that they were all strangers he didn't recognize, and that each of them was carrying a gun.

Carlos patted him on the shoulder and said, "Relax, you're safe."

Several kilometers away, Sam Johnson, disguised, carefully examined the three dead bodies on the ground and realized that they were not his target, Krish.

“Check to see if you can find any identification,” Sam Johnson said, then strode over to the black SUV. He touched the hood and found it was still warm.

On the road behind the car, you can still faintly see tire tracks, as if a car had turned around here.

Sam Johnson beckoned to his men: "Come with me, quick!"

The two cars sped off, heading towards the other side of the road, and continued until they reached the main road with heavy traffic, where they lost all trace.

Sam Johnson told the driver to stop, frowned as he looked ahead for a moment, then pulled out his phone and made a call: "We're too late. Krish has been taken away, and three bodies were left at the scene, all suspected to have been shot dead by snipers..."

He explained the situation in detail.

In Washington, Dillon frowned: "Tom Emmer's men beat us to it."

Sam Johnson believes this is the most reasonable explanation, but there are still doubts: "It is still unknown which faction the three dead men belonged to?"

"Could it be that George Walker's side has intervened?" It's no wonder Dillon thought this way. Tom Emer's actions against the Walker family had never stopped. He guessed and reminded them, "Never mind that, you guys hurry up and withdraw."

Sam Johnson hung up the phone and immediately ordered his men to evacuate.

Carlos and his group changed cars in a secluded spot and soon arrived at the airport.

A private jet has already applied for a flight route and is waiting to take off.

Krish, still doubtful, asked, "Where are we going?"

“Africa, Ethiopia.” Carlos led him onto the plane and said, “It’s very dangerous for you to stay in America.”

Krish recalled the news he had read that Claire had gone to Africa.

As for staying in the United States, he would have to face the current president.

Krish said no more, boarded the plane, and sat quietly to one side, waiting to head to Africa.

Carlos took a picture of him and sent it to Los Angeles via a dedicated satellite channel, then made a phone call: "The man has been sent to Africa."

The message was quickly relayed from Campos to Hawke's office. Hawke told Campos on the phone, "Let him stay in Damagin for now. Have Andrei look after him and do some ideological work with him. We'll need him next year."

"I've already contacted Andrei," Campos said.

Hawke hung up the phone, pondering when Krish might come in handy.

Having experienced the gunman's attack, Krish would no longer have any feelings for Tom Emmanuel.

Hawke guessed that the second group of people who rushed over were probably Joseph's men.

Joseph wanted to use Krish to conduct a paternity test, indirectly proving that Tom Emer was lying.

Although lying is a basic skill for politicians, doing it openly and in front of the public will inevitably have a significant negative impact.

It would also make it clear that Tom and Emmanuel's family had long since fallen apart, causing doubts among family voters.

Family is a key factor for the Republican Party in the presidential election.

Hawke thought for a moment and realized that he might be able to make use of Joseph in this regard.

Elizabeth Carter reports that several Democratic members of Congress, including those on Obama's side, are pushing for an investigation into the illegitimate child scandal, particularly a new hearing.

When the time is right, Krish could easily return to North America from Africa.

Hawke was thinking about these things when his private phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Tom Emer calling, so he immediately answered.

“There’s something I need to ask you,” Tom Emer said bluntly. “The Democrats are using the illegitimate child issue to their advantage. They’re pushing for an investigation within Congress, and I’m under a lot of pressure.”

Hawke, who also had senators and representatives in Congress, couldn't pretend not to know, and said, "I've heard that they've united a lot of people, and it's said that some of George Walker's side has also responded."

"Do you remember Krish?" Tom Emer said, emphasizing his words after explaining who Krish was. "The Democrats want to use him for a paternity test. My men went to look for him, but couldn't find him. I'm worried the Democrats might harm him..."

Hawke understood: "You want me to help you look for it?"

Tom Emmer admitted, "Yes, I remember Krish is a big Twitter user, and we might find clues through Twitter."

Hawke did not refuse: "I can only try, but there's nothing I can do if he doesn't use Twitter."

"Thanks." Tom Emer breathed a slight sigh of relief. "Let me know if there's any news."

Hawke gave a reply and hung up the phone.

The result of the search was obvious: the person was nowhere to be found, neither alive nor dead.

…………

In New Mexico, several police cars were parked near the shooting scene, and several police officers were setting up yellow police tape. Plainclothes detectives entered the scene, briefly examined the body, and then had someone check the surrounding area to try to find any eyewitnesses.

The SUV that was parked at the scene was quickly found to its owner, named Krish.

The supervising detective glanced at the smartphone his subordinate had brought him. The photo on it reminded him of someone. He quickly returned to his car and took out a newspaper to compare the photos.

The name is correct, and the photos are extremely similar.

The detective was shocked.

The subordinate also saw it and said in a low voice, "Boss, this is no ordinary trouble. It seems to involve a big shot in the Federation."

"Follow the procedures." The senior detective, experienced and shrewd, knew what not to interfere with. He said, "Just do a cursory investigation, don't go too far. Leave this to our superiors; we mustn't act recklessly."

The subordinate wasn't stupid: "Understood."

The police were busy at work, and the reporters, as if they could smell the blood, had rushed over and were blocking the perimeter.

Several other vehicles drove over from the ranch.

The blond man in the car told the driver to stop: "He's not on the ranch, could something have happened to him here?"

The woman in the back seat said, "I'll go down and ask around."

"It's more convenient for a woman to handle this kind of thing," the blond man said. "Go ahead."

The woman straightened her clothes slightly, unbuttoned her shirt two more buttons to reveal her cleavage, and seeing several reporters around the police tape, she found a tag, hung it around her neck as she got out of the car, and walked towards them.

Not long after, she returned, got into the car, closed the door, and said, "I found out that there was a shooting here. Three robbers were shot dead while trying to rob someone on the road."

She was very efficient and sent two pictures: "I took pictures of the license plates of the two cars."

The blond man glanced at it and immediately made a phone call: "Check the license plate numbers of those two cars for me."

A moment later, he received a call back. After a few words, he said, "We're too late. The owner of that black SUV is none other than Krish."

The woman said, "I've inquired, and there's no body of Krish at the scene."

The blond man had come all the way from New York for Krish, but now that the situation had changed, he said, "Let's get out of here first."

The driver started the car, bypassed the blocked area, and quickly turned onto the main road.

The blond man glanced behind him every now and then to make sure he wasn't being followed. He then took out a cell phone and dialed again. Once the call was connected, he described the situation in detail.

New York, Tung Building.

Security assistant McKendi hung up the phone and hurried to the chairman's office.

Coincidentally, Weisser, the investment director of the Dong Group, also came here.

The two nodded, knocked on the door, and went in one after the other.

McKindy walked behind, closed the door behind him, glanced at President Dong, and seeing him nod, said directly, "The people sent to find Krish just sent back news that Krish was shot. He should be alive, but he's missing..."

After listening patiently, Mr. Dong said, "This person will either fall into the hands of Tom Emer or Joseph, and it would be better if he fell into the hands of Joseph."

He was somewhat disappointed that the person hadn't been found, but he didn't say much, simply instructing, "Have them withdraw."

At this moment, Yini, the chairman's special assistant who was standing to the side, said, "What should we do next about this?"

Mr. Dong glanced at his daughter and said, "Continue to mobilize the media we can influence to stand on Joseph's side and ruin Tom Emmanuel's reputation. Only when he's finished will I have a chance."

Ini wrote it down.

Mr. Dong then looked at Weisser: "Is everything going smoothly in Mumbai?"

"It's going very smoothly; the building has already risen from the ground." Weissell, who has been stationed in Mumbai for a long time, has lost a lot of weight. "After two years of hard work, the building has reached nearly 70 stories, and many Indian tycoons and Hollywood celebrities have purchased residences in One World Tower..."

Mr. Dong asked, "What about the wealthy class in America?"

Weisel took out a list and placed it on President Dong's desk, saying, "Many people have also paid deposits. Although an Indian company stood against the United States during the operation to hunt down Benlad, causing a slight decline in the reputation of Indians in the US, it has had little impact on the wealthy class in America." (End of Chapter)