The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Inside the fireplace of the cabin, a warm fire burned, and Hawke picked up a cup of hot coffee and poured one for President Dong.

Holding a steaming cup of coffee, Mr. Dong said, "We can let go of the past and look forward. What others have promised you, I can give you back, and even more."

Hawke didn't drink coffee, but made himself a cup of hot tea and said, "If you had given me a year's notice, perhaps we could have joined forces. But now there are still more than two months until the party's final election. You're not giving me any time at all. How can I support you?"

According to the procedures of this election, candidates must announce their candidacy no later than February, followed by three months of party primaries starting in March, and then the two parties will select their respective nominees in July to participate in the subsequent national election.

Mr. Dong said, forcing himself to speak, "Actually, I only really decided to run for election this month."

He appeared particularly sincere: "I made this decision after considering the current socio-political situation."

Hawke shook his head with a smile: "I have been investing in other people for many years. Not to mention the resources consumed, I can't afford the time cost alone. The sunk cost is too high."

Mr. Dong wasn't about to give up so easily: "I can give you even more in return."

Hawke didn't trust him: "Can you give me most of America's resources? Or all the Pentagon's contracts? Or allocate hundreds of billions of dollars to my Mars landing project?"

Mr. Dong really wanted to say yes, but he couldn't fool the other party.

His primary motivation for vying for the presidency was the interests of his own family.

Mr. Dong tried again: "We can join forces to take the biggest piece of the pie in America and further transform America in the way we want."

Hawke didn't believe him at all: "Once you achieve your goal, I'll only be your stepping stone."

These words struck a chord with Mr. Dong, because that was exactly what he was thinking.

Ultimately, there is no basis for cooperation between the two sides.

Hawke started setting up this day years ago, digging so many holes.

Compared to the controllable Brian, Dong Zong, who fantasizes about becoming God, doesn't meet Hawke's needs at all.

Mr. Dong's head was buzzing as he thought about what had happened in India, but he still tried to persuade them: "I also have powerful backers. If I stand on Tom Emona's side..."

Hawke just looked at him without saying anything.

Dong Zong couldn't continue speaking. If the issue of One World Tower in Mumbai is not resolved, the New Tea Party, which supports him, along with its leaders Pence and Palin, will only turn against him.

In order to win people's hearts, he mobilized all his collaborators and "friends" to promote the World One Tower project.

Most of them spent at least tens of millions of dollars to purchase these luxury properties.

Dong Zong is now in a complete dilemma: if he continues to participate in the election, the Mumbai project in India could plunge the Dong family into a huge crisis.

If he gives up, he will once again become a laughing stock across America, making a comeback much more difficult.

Mr. Dong suddenly regretted it; he shouldn't have jumped from the Donkey Party back to the Elephant Party, as the internal struggles within the Elephant Party were far more intense than those within the Donkey Party.

But now that things have come to this, he didn't give up easily. He felt there was still a chance, so he put down his smile, put down his coffee, stood up, and said, "That's settled then."

Hawke nodded slightly, said nothing more, and saw the person out of the cabin.

Mr. Dong tightened his coat collar, called to his assistant who was waiting at the door, and strode towards the car.

Hawke said to Raul, "Take him to the airport."

Raul spoke a few words into the radio, and two SUVs pulled up to the side of the road.

Mr. Dong glanced back at Hawke, feeling utterly frustrated and with a splitting headache, and quickly got into the car.

After the two cars drove away, Erica and her group arrived.

Edward glanced at the off-road vehicle that had circled the woods and said, "They're far away."

Hokra opened the door and went into the cabin.

Erica followed her in and asked, "Looks like the talks broke down?"

“He won’t give up so easily,” Hawke said, sitting by the fireplace. “He might still be clinging to hope.”

Edward brought over a few new cups and poured hot coffee into them one by one: "He has a history of announcing his candidacy before, only to withdraw after attracting attention. If he does something like that again, he'll completely become a clown."

Erica asked, "That's fine, this way we only have one choice."

Hawke said calmly, "We've already launched the operation, and in reality, this is the only option. Whether President Dong withdraws or continues, we must ensure that he poses no threat for the foreseeable future."

Now that we've chosen to take action, we can't hesitate or have any illusions. He looked at Edward and said, "Notify Mumbai that the planned schedule must not be compromised in any way. Tell Campos to have the people infiltrated around President Dong keep a close watch on him. If he makes any unusual moves, report it immediately."

Edward took out his phone and went to the side to make a satellite call.

Erica said, "You were already prepared."

Hawke smiled and said, "It's been a few years. Around the time Dong switched from the Donald Party to the Elephant Party, I realized that his presidential campaign was no joke. I started preparing from then on and even sent people to his side to work wholeheartedly for him, waiting for Dong to step out and participate in the general election."

Not only the World One Tower project in Mumbai, India, but also some of the people that Mr. Dong trusts most have been sent there in advance.

Erica didn't have to worry about these things; Hawke always seemed to be able to prepare in advance and then resolve them smoothly.

After Edward finished his call, he nodded to Hawke.

Hawke took out his phone, dialed Brian's number, and asked, "How's it going on your end?"

"I met with Pence this morning and just spoke with Palin again." It wasn't just Hawke's side making moves; Brian was also actively seeking support, leveraging the advantages Hawke had created: "They're quite angry about President Dong's actions and are preparing to demand compensation for breach of contract from him. They believe President Dong underestimated the project's difficulties and used substandard building materials to create a shoddy construction project..."

He briefly mentioned the dissatisfaction of the two core members of the new tea party with Mr. Dong, and quickly stated the result: "I expressed my support for their family to pursue the breach of contract penalty and promised some necessary benefits. It is basically certain that they will follow our path."

Hawke said, "You can do more linking."

Brian asked, "It seems Mr. Dong hasn't given up."

“If he wants to continue his political career, he has no choice but to persevere, at least until the party selection process begins.” Hawke briefly recounted his meeting with Dong Zong, adding, “I’ve already mobilized the media to create hype beforehand; the World One Tower is entirely a money-making project orchestrated by Dong Zong…”

Brian understood: "Even if he wants to frame us, it's the Dong Group that's trying to shift the blame."

The others were unaware of what had happened, but ultimately the blame would fall on President Dong. The two discussed their next steps before hanging up.

Erica looked at Hawke and asked, "Is everything settled?"

Hawke nodded: "It's alright for now."

Erica pulled him up, pushed open the door and walked out, saying, "Come on, let's continue hunting. The hunters from the hunting team just came over and said they found tracks of a jaguar. Jaguar fur is especially nice in winter, and you need a leather cushion in your study." Hawke put on his leather hunting jacket, took the hunting rifle Edward handed him, and followed the already prepared hunter team towards the woods on the other side of the frozen lake.

Erica, her shotgun pointed skyward, walked ahead of Hawke with great interest.

She prefers hunting to sports like fishing and skiing.

In fact, the large prey such as jaguars and brown bears here were all purchased from other places by Hawke and then released into the hunting area.

As long as Erica has fun.

Faced with bait and traps laid in advance by humans, jaguars can only become prey under the gun.

When the group returned, Pi had a spotted leopard loaded in the back of his truck.

Meanwhile, at the airport in Jeffrey City, security assistant McKendi was waiting for Mr. Dong's arrival.

The crew has already applied for the flight route and can take off at any time.

McKindy glanced at the time, went into the airport's men's restroom, took out a cell phone, and handed it to an airport security guard who was also using the restroom.

This airport was built by Hawke.

The two did not exchange any words. The security personnel put away their phones, exited the airport through the security passage, and drove straight to the resort.

McKindy remained calm and went to the airport entrance, where he was soon greeted by President Dong.

The group did not linger and boarded the business jet directly.

Once the plane had taken off and was in stable flight, McKendi asked, "Is something not going well?"

Mr. Dong's expression was not good: "It can be said that the negotiations have broken down."

McKindy asked, "They did this, didn't they?"

“No doubt about it.” Mr. Dong took out his phone from his pocket: “It was Hawke who made it. He has a huge influence in India.”

He opened an audio file, but all that played was static.

McKindy wasn't surprised and said, "What's the next step? I contacted Weisser, but the public relations efforts in Mumbai are not going well. Nobody is willing to provoke the Indian military for our sake."

Mr. Dong finally snapped, slamming his fist on the table in front of him and roaring, "Those damned Indian bastards actually made our project take the blame for their plane crash!"

He nearly jumped out of his seat: "Hawk Osment, for his own selfish gain, wants to destroy our entire corporation!"

Since joining the Tung Group and being promoted to security assistant, McKindy has been "loyal" to Mr. Tung and knows him quite well. At this moment, he remained silent and did not respond.

The people around them made the same choice.

After venting his frustrations, Mr. Dong gradually calmed down and said to McKindy, "Inform Weisser that at all costs, you must smooth things over with India. Project World One must proceed as planned."

McKendi could only reply, "Yes."

“Hawk! Damn Hawkk!” Mr. Dong recalled Hawkk’s affairs related to India and gradually realized something: “I met Hafiz of the Loda Group at the SpaceX launch site. During the negotiations with the Loda Group, Hawkk’s West Coast Technologies reached a series of cooperation agreements with the Indian side. I must have been influenced at the time, which is why the World One Tower project came about.”

He suddenly felt a little scared: "Back then, Hawke dug a pit for me, waiting for me to jump in, and I actually did."

McKendi asked, "Boss, what should we do next? Miss Inie sent word that many people are requesting refunds and demanding that we pay the penalty for breach of contract."

"It would be best if the project could be saved, but if it really can't, then the company will have to go bankrupt." What troubles President Dong the most is still the banks: "Those damned bank bloodsuckers will definitely not let us get through this easily."

Many things cannot be solved by a company going bankrupt.

McKendi probed with a deeply hidden undertone: "Should we target Hawk Osment...?"

Mr. Dong suddenly looked up, staring intently at McKindy, and said, "Don't have such thoughts, and don't make such a decision on your own."

He recalled an Argentinian tycoon who died in a shipwreck earlier this year.

Lopez is much wealthier than him and is a top figure in Argentina, but his yacht capsized and sank just as easily.

To the average person, it was just an ordinary maritime accident.

But high-ranking figures in political circles like Mr. Dong clearly understand that this accident must have been caused by human intervention.

During that time, Lopez was in talks with Hawke about a collaboration...

Mr. Dong snapped out of his thoughts and admonished, "All conflicts involving Hawke must be kept within the bounds of not involving personal safety, understand?"

“Yes,” McKendy replied.

Mr. Dong specifically reminded me: "Keep your subordinates in check. I don't want you to get into trouble, and I don't want me to get into trouble either."

In his eyes, Hawke was ruthless and notorious.

…………

Four Seasons Hotel, Mumbai.

Gilberto hosted a banquet in the ballroom for Sanil and Abhishek's group.

Both sides had their own needs, were enthusiastic, and maintained close contact, specifically mentioning satellite orders and the World One Tower project.

Gilberto, representing West Coast Technologies, stated: "All satellites are undergoing final software installation and debugging, which will take some time. We must deliver the products to you on time and with guaranteed quality, without any defects."

Sanil was in high spirits and said, "May our cooperation last as long as a diamond."

Gilberto toasted him and Abhishek, saying, "I believe the existence of World One will severely hinder the reception of ground satellite signals."

Without hesitation, Sanil stated directly: "This building has too many problems and seriously affects India's national security."

He looked at Abhishek: "The Ministry of Defense will work with the authorities in Mumbai and Maharashtra to establish a special task force, and you will be the head of the task force."

Abhishek knew what to do, saying, "For the sake of India's national security, this building must be removed."

A few days after the banquet, the Indian special task force issued a notice stating that the steel used in World One Tower was seriously substandard, the cement grade was too low, and the strength of many main support columns was insufficient, indicating that the building had major safety issues and ordering its demolition within a specified period.

The World One skyscraper is not only the culprit behind the Tejas fighter jet crash, but has also become a major threat to India's national security. (End of Chapter)