The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Washington, D.C., the Oval Office.

Time ticked by, Tom Emer put down his pen to sign the documents, took a big gulp of coffee, and looked at the walnut clock on the side.

Special Assistant Regina understood the president's thoughts and immediately said, "I just contacted the intelligence office. Director Doug said that the Black Hawk helicopter carrying SEAL Team Six has just taken off and will soon cross the Afghan-Pakistani border. I believe good news will arrive soon."

Tom Emer's biggest concern isn't the SEALs 6, since he's prepared for the worst.

Even if the seals miss their target, they will still kill a key terrorist leader, adding significant weight to his upcoming second-term election campaign.

Tom Emer asked, "Have you reached an agreement with the Pakistani side?"

“Yes, that’s not a problem at all.” Regina realized that in the face of the United States, the dignity of most countries was practically nonexistent: “But when it comes to national face, the high-ranking Pakistani officials we contacted only gave us one hour. After one hour, Pakistan will launch an attack, and our people must withdraw.”

Tom Emer nodded slightly: "An hour should be enough."

He simply put aside his work for the time being and waited patiently.

Regina would occasionally communicate with the intelligence office to stay informed about the latest developments of the two Black Hawks.

Tom Emmer knew perfectly well that as long as he led America to another great victory, nothing else mattered.

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Under the cover of night, two Black Hawk helicopters traversed the valleys of the towering mountains, using the mountains as cover to cross the Afghan-Pakistani border at low altitude.

The cabin automatically went into radio silence, and the American soldiers on board looked extremely serious.

They already knew the objective of the operation before boarding the plane.

Hunt down Benladeng!
The SEAL team members' faces lacked the ease they usually displayed during operations; instead, they carried a somber expression.

The mastermind behind the 9/11 attacks is about to come into their view.

After an unknown period of silence, the captain's voice rang in everyone's earpieces: "Three minutes until arrival. Prepare for takeoff immediately."

The soldiers put on their tactical helmets and checked their weapons, body armor, night vision goggles, and video recording equipment.

Through the portholes, they could already see the lights of the houses on the ground.

In the town of Abbottabad, on the top floor of a large house surrounded by high walls, four people who had just finished their shift change hid in a low-ceilinged hut on the third floor, using infrared binoculars to observe their surroundings.

Ammunition boxes were placed nearby, and RPGs were visible through their open lids.

The rockets on top have been fitted with fuses and are ready for use at any time.

As for AK-type weapons, not only were the guns prepared, but fully loaded magazines were also placed in easily accessible locations.

These fanatical militants, having received intelligence from above, know that the Americans are very likely to use special forces to launch a surprise attack on this place.

They prepared a generous gift for the Americans.

On the southwestern edge of the town, the faint sound of barking could be heard—not just one dog, but a whole pack.

Mullani was unusually alert. He patted Ahmed's arm and asked in a low voice, "Did you hear the dogs barking?"

Ahmed listened attentively and nodded: "It sounds like a lot of dogs are barking."

Mulani raised his infrared telescope and looked at the night sky over there.

Development here is slow, and there is almost no light in the sky.

Just as he was about to put down the binoculars, they suddenly detected a heat source. At first, it wasn't very noticeable, but the heat source got closer and closer, becoming more and more obvious.

Mullani heard the voice, a voice all too familiar to a militant like him who had fought the Americans for so long.

That was the sound of a Black Hawk helicopter.

Mullani pulled out his walkie-talkie and shouted, "Alarm! Black Hawk Down! Alarm! Black Hawk Down!"

Not only Mullani, but Ahmed also noticed the situation. After Mullani finished speaking, he repeated the alarm: "Black Hawk is here, prepare for battle! Black Hawk is here, prepare for battle!"

Downstairs, dozens of armed men woke up from their sleep, picked up their weapons, and quickly went to their pre-arranged combat positions according to the plan they had made the night before.

Abdul, who was in charge of the operation, quickly went upstairs and led his men to the highest point.

At the top level, Mullani and Ahmed each took up an RPG.

The sound of the Black Hawk helicopter's rotor blades was exceptionally clear at this moment.

Abdul gave the order over the radio: "If the Black Hawks attempt a rappelling, all RPGs are to be aimed at the helicopters and shot them down!"

Putting everything else aside, he had seen the Hollywood movie "Black Hawk Down" and knew that it was usually difficult to hit a fast-flying Black Hawk helicopter with an RPG.

But the Black Hawk is different when it's rappelling or landing directly.

Given the American military's usual practice of sending Black Hawks, it's highly likely that, like in "Black Hawk Down," they will use small special forces units to carry out decapitation strikes.

Abdul patted Ahmed on the shoulder and gave the order over the walkie-talkie: "No shooting without my order!"

This Middle Eastern-style house remained quiet throughout the night, indistinguishable from the other houses around it.

The two Black Hawk helicopters arrived at an extremely high speed. Despite the darkness and the lack of lights, they used satellite positioning and navigation to lock onto the target location immediately.

"Arrival in one minute!" the captain announced to the SEALs again.

These well-trained killing machines are fully armed and ready to strike.

The target residence has a large enough yard to accommodate five or six Black Hawk helicopters.

The two Black Hawk helicopters descended almost simultaneously, landing from different positions on the left and right sides.

They did not rappel down because their operation was successful and they were going to take the target's body with them.

Even with the best pilot skills, it still takes some time for a helicopter to land.

This is also when Black Hawk is most vulnerable.

Abdul could see very clearly by the starlight and moonlight. He waved to Mullani and Ahmed and the other three, then picked up the walkie-talkie and gave the order: "Attack!"

Mullani, who had been crouching behind the brick railing on the rooftop, stood up abruptly, carrying his RPG, and aimed at the Black Hawk in front of the building.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Ahmed stood up, shouldered his RPG, and aimed at the Black Hawk that was landing behind the building.

The two men were only a few dozen meters apart, and the wind generated by the propellers blew off their khaki camouflage hats.

The two Black Hawk pilots at the front of the building were the first to notice something was wrong. The co-pilot saw the enormous warhead at the front of the long tube and involuntarily uttered, "God, Jesus..."

The captain, with his extensive combat experience, immediately maneuvered to evade the attack while simultaneously shouting over the radio, "RPG!"

Inside the cabin, the SEALs who had just stood up to disembark were thrown overboard by the emergency maneuver, crashing into the side walls and floor of the aircraft. Without the superhuman feats of Hollywood movies, American soldiers couldn't escape the effects of inertia and gravity; under such circumstances, it was impossible for them to shoot and kill the RPG gunner.

A rocket, trailing a plume of flame, was already flying over.

The two sides are too close together, and emergency maneuvers can only provide psychological comfort; they cannot avoid the attack at all.

The rocket launched by Mullani struck the Black Hawk near the main rotor on top. The massive explosion, while not completely tearing through the Black Hawk's armor, was enough to malfunction the transmission system.

Black Hawk lost its balance and plummeted to the ground.

"Prepare to crash..." Before the captain could finish speaking, the Black Hawk, which was very close to the ground, crashed heavily into the wall.

Inside the cabin, two soldiers died instantly, and three others sustained injuries of varying degrees.

In the pilot's seat, the captain was silent, while the co-pilot screamed in agony.

On the other side, the sound of an RPG exploding could also be heard.

The Black Hawk, which was landing from behind the building, was instantly killed by an RPG fired by Ahmed at close range.

The plane crashed to the ground, its tail section snapped off, and engine oil gushed out.

The captain was lucky and wasn't seriously injured. Despite feeling dizzy, he turned to base and reported, "RPG attack! RPG attack! It's a trap, we've been ambushed, we've been ambushed..."

Several windows on the second floor were opened, and the cover on the pre-dug firing holes was removed.

For these Middle Easterners, who harbor deep-seated hatred for the US, the opportunity to strike a fatal blow against a fallen American is not one they would possibly let slip.

They were firing wildly at the helicopters on the ground, armed with AK-series weapons.

It must be said that these Black Hawks, which have not been downgraded, are indeed of good quality, with very sturdy protective armor. Even at a distance of tens of meters, AK series bullets still cannot penetrate the fuselage.

But this well-prepared group of Avengers was equipped with more than just AK-series weapons.

And there's also the AK's perfect companion—the RPG, which shines brightly in the Middle East and Africa!

Two other people on the rooftop, as well as the front and back balconies on the second floor, simultaneously launched four rockets.

The Black Hawk helicopter that followed was unlucky; it crashed and leaked fuel, and the RPG explosion caused the fuel tank to explode.

Amidst the deafening explosions, flames shot skyward, creating massive fireballs, from which corpses flew out.

The elite SEALs in the cabin met their demise without firing a single shot.

The Black Hawk in front of the building endured a barrage of bullets.

Two more RPGs hit the massive cabin.

After the Black Hawk crashed into the ground, it was bombarded with bullets, and then an RPG exploded. Some of the bulletproof glass windows couldn't hold up and shattered into pieces.

A bullet entered the cabin through the open window. A soldier who had just been awakened by the shockwave of the explosion was extremely unlucky.

A ricocheted bullet landed between his legs, penetrating the area where he wasn't wearing a bulletproof vest, causing him to break completely.

His screams woke up his three wounded companions.

One of them took a smoke grenade and threw it out of the broken window next to him.

"Captain, what do we do?" another man shouted. "We're being slaughtered!"

In the past, they were the ones who indiscriminately slaughtered terrorists.

The roles have now been reversed, and the situation facing the other side is now more precarious.

The other soldier, though a veteran of countless battles, couldn't help but tremble when faced with this desperate situation.

Knowing there was little chance of survival, the captain pressed the intercom button and reported to his superiors: "Base, base, this is SEAL! We've been ambushed! We've been ambushed! Both Black Hawks have been shot down by RPGs. The operation appears to have been leaked beforehand!"

A moment later, a woman's voice came through the earpiece: "Hold on! We'll get you out!"

But the captain did not answer, because under the fierce attack, the crashed Black Hawk inevitably leaked oil, which was ignited by the RPG attack. After burning for a period of time, the flames spread into the aircraft's interior, causing a secondary explosion.

In the violent explosion, several SEALs' bodies were thrown out and crashed to the ground.

"Cease fire! Cease fire!" From the rooftop, Abdul could see clearly and ordered again: "Take your cameras and go over there to take pictures. Take pictures of the wreckage of the Black Hawk and the bodies of the American soldiers."

He put away the walkie-talkie, removed the empty magazine and put it away, patted Mullani on the shoulder and praised him, "Well done!"

"These damned American bandits, killing our people, stealing our treasures, and plundering our resources, all of them deserve to be blown to smithereens!" Mullani said.

A burst of hearty laughter erupted from the surrounding area.

Downstairs, two teams rushed toward the wreckage of the two Black Hawk helicopters, and with the help of the firelight, they photographed the destroyed Black Hawk helicopters and the SEALs that had been thrown out.

The latter, in particular, involved a man holding a camera left behind by the homeowner, pointing the lens directly at the bodies of the Navy SEALs.

Seeing that the operation below was almost complete, Abdul quickly ordered: "Proceed with the original plan and retreat immediately. The Pakistani military will send people over soon."

The Pakistani military has no troops stationed in Abbottabad, but it is only about 50 kilometers from Islamabad. The explosions and gunfire are likely to attract attention, and even if the Pakistani army moves slowly, it will be able to get there in less than an hour.

The fact that the United States dared to launch such a large-scale decapitation operation near the capital of a country suggests something.

Dozens of armed men who had been lying in ambush inside the house, along with some carrying cameras, evacuated through a tunnel. Some of them got into vehicles parked in the yard and drove away quickly.

They headed straight for the nearby mountains, hoping to both attract Pakistan's attention and hide in the mountains.

Pakistan's control over certain areas, especially in mountainous regions, is not particularly strong.

In less than ten minutes, the house was quiet again, with only the wreckage of the two Black Hawk helicopters burning in the night.

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Kabul, Bagram Air Base.

Nada Backos from the CIA heard an RPG, explosions, screams, and the muffled thuds of bullets hitting hard objects.

This operation, orchestrated by the White House and in which she served as intelligence chief, failed.

Two Black Hawk helicopters and a squadron of elite SEALs were ambushed.

Nada Backos found the base commander and said, "General..."

“I understand the situation,” said the man with the general’s star on his shoulder. “The incident occurred near Islamabad. I have no authority to mobilize troops across the border to rescue a special operations team in Islamabad. You should understand the serious consequences that would have!”

Although Nada Backos was arrogant, she knew things were complicated. Without wasting words, she picked up the phone and dialed a number in Washington: "Get me to the Oval Office, immediately! I need to speak with the President." (End of Chapter)