The Wolf of Los Angeles.

In the hospital, Joseph stood outside the ward, looking through the glass of the door at his eldest son in the intensive care unit. His slightly aged face was filled with sadness and anger.

Hunter, who had just been released on bail, stood to the side, seemingly lost in thought.

Hailey lowered her head, her face looking somber, but there was no trace of shame in her eyes.

Robinette has lost her sexual ability since her stroke, but she still has normal needs. What can be done?
It's always better to get a bargain from Hunter than to get a bargain from someone else.

Hailey glanced through the glass window in the door at her husband, who was lying motionless, and sighed softly, thinking to herself, "In the end, I married the wrong person."

Joseph had already spoken with the doctor and knew he couldn't do anything there, and would only hinder the doctor's normal rescue and treatment, so he turned and walked outside.

He also said, "Everyone, get out."

The group entered the lounge that Dillon had inspected, and each sat down without speaking.

Joseph's current situation is even worse than Tom Emer's.

The latter was attacked by factions within the party, led by the Walker family, and was also targeted by the Donald Party for the SEALs incident, but ultimately had Hawke Oscar and the Los Angeles forces as allies.

Meanwhile, he faced a fierce media attack from the Elephant Party and was also besieged by the Donald Party's rivals.

Before Joseph arrived, he had already seen reports from Chicago media outlets, including Oprah Winfrey, who was attacking him relentlessly on her talk show.

My eldest son has collapsed again, and it's uncertain whether he will wake up.

Joseph felt utterly exhausted, but he couldn't show it. If he collapsed, the entire family would fall back, perhaps even down several social classes.

He forced a look at Hailey and said directly, "You issue a statement to the public, take full responsibility, and take the initiative to divorce Robinette. I will give you compensation. From now on, you will keep your mouth shut about anything related to the Joseph family."

Hayley thought to herself, "It's not my fault. If Robinette still had that ability, would I have gone to Hunter?"

However, she knew that these people in politics were all incredibly corrupt and ruthless, and they had countless ways to make someone disappear.

Hailey had no other choice but to reply, "I will do as you say."

But she felt the fault wasn't hers, saying, "I hope that money you mentioned won't lower the quality of life for a single woman."

Joseph didn't have time to deal with a woman's greed for the moment, and casually said, "The lawyer will talk to you. You can go now."

Hunter has something to say.

Joseph gave him a look, and he obediently shut his mouth.

Hailey slung her bag over her shoulder and left without looking back.

With no outsiders in the lounge, Joseph began by berating Hunter: "Look at the stupid thing you've done! Could you be any stupider? From childhood to adulthood, what have you done besides dragging the family down?"

This time, Hunter didn't talk back, hanging his head and not saying a word.

He still had feelings for his older brother, Robinette.

Moreover, he is a member of the Joseph family, and it's impossible for him to simply walk away like Hailey did.

Hunter knew his place; once he left the Joseph family, he was nothing on his own.

Joseph stopped scolding and instead looked at Dillon: "How's the matter I asked you to investigate going?"

Dillon, who had remained silent until then, finally spoke up: "I did some research and statistics. The media reaction was very clear. Tom Emer's official forces, the Texas forces represented by the Walker family, the California forces led by Hawke Osment and Brian, and the Chicago Obama faction within the party—they were all involved."

Joseph, who had been considering these matters, said, "We don't need to worry about Obama for now; I'll talk to him personally. As for Tom Emer's illegitimate son, get things moving and get concrete evidence as soon as possible. The Walker family... we don't need to worry about them for now. And then there's Hawke Osment."

Dillon immediately chimed in: "Speed ​​up the progress in Argentina?"

Joseph nodded slightly: "We must get rid of Hawke Osment. He used any means necessary to cause our defeat in the last election. We can't wait until next year this time."

Dillon said, "Hawk Osment has no bottom line. He single-handedly lowered the bar for American elections by several levels."

Joseph was chosen as Hillary's running mate in the last election, and those around him witnessed the entire process.

Everyone present agreed with Dillon's words.

In every aspect, Sylvia is no less capable than Tom Emmanuel, but she lost because of her own messy affairs.

Hawke Osment is widely recognized as a master of creating messes.

After saying this, Joseph habitually narrowed his eyes, slightly puzzled: "The information we released about hunting Benladeng has taken effect in such a short time. Could there be other forces interfering behind this?"

Even if Dillon was unsure about matters involving his own abilities, he wouldn't tell his superiors. Instead, he was full of confidence: "The information definitely came from our side. We have a lot of influence in the Middle East."

He paused slightly, then added, "Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility of other forces getting involved, such as the Walker family. They have had sharp conflicts with Tom Emer over the past year, with frequent violent clashes, and they have been colluding with Middle Eastern armed forces for many years."

Joseph nodded slightly, suddenly thinking of Hawke Osment, who was good at causing trouble, but who had always been a staunch supporter of Tom Emmer.

In any case, getting rid of Hawke Osment is definitely the right thing to do for the sake of next year's election.

Dillon left the lounge, found a secluded spot, took out his personal cell phone, and made a call.

…………

Buenos Aires, Argentina.

In a business building in the Puerto Madero district, Lopez, the top shareholder and chairman of the United Group, personally escorted the delegation representing West Coast technology to the building entrance.

The negotiations between the two sides went smoothly, and a basic agreement was reached on the trade of drones and single-person transport vehicles.

Lopez shook hands with each member of the delegation and saw them off to their cars, fully expressing his respect for the major American corporation.

After the convoy left, he went back upstairs and had just entered his office when Angel knocked on the door.

The latter closed the door and said directly, "We've received word from Washington that we need to speed things up and eliminate the target as soon as possible."

Lopez still hesitated somewhat: "He's no ordinary person."

“This is Argentina, not Los Angeles,” Angel said with a smile. “You only need to persevere for a year to get the support of an American president.”

He specifically pointed out, "The fact that they were attacked by gangs in Buenos Aires is the responsibility of the current Argentine government." This city is rife with crime, teeming with gangs, and teeming with criminals.

López had already chosen a side, and under the lure of the presidency, he made up his mind completely, saying, "Can they provide military support?"

Angel has already communicated with them, saying, "This matter can only happen in Argentina, it cannot be related to the United States, and we need to resolve it ourselves."

Among the top billionaires at the top of the pyramid in this world, none are clean. Lopez also secretly cultivated an armed force. He immediately pressed the intercom and called in several of his most trusted assistants, instructing them to contact the Cauca province of Colombia and prepare for a team of elite gunmen to secretly enter Buenos Aires.

De Paul was among them; his task was to find houses that had no connection to the United Group to serve as safe houses.

He had no idea about the work of others.

However, during the meeting with West Coast Technologies the following day, Lopez extended a sincere invitation, hoping that Hawke Osment himself could come to Argentina to attend the signing ceremony of the cooperation agreement.

The delegation was only responsible for the public negotiations with Lopez, stating that they would consult with the Los Angeles authorities and wait for their decision.

Lopez knew he couldn't appear too eager, so he personally extended the invitation to Henderson and Hawke, and then waited for their response.

Meanwhile, in Cauca province, Colombia.

In an ordinary town on the edge of the Amazon, an old-fashioned convertible jeep drives through a muddy gravel road and into a piranha mercenary camp covered with a tattered camouflage cloth.

James, who was driving, parked the car, jumped out, and walked under the awning.

A few people are playing cards to pass the time.

Navas, who was in the lead, lay on a bench, puffing on a cigarette.

James came up to him and said, "Boss, the big boss in Buenos Aires has new work arrangements."

Navas stubbed out his cigarette: "Who is he trying to kill this time?"

"An American tycoon, supposedly quite wealthy." James and his ilk are paid to do things, and they've fought their way up from the chaotic Cauca province of Colombia. Most of them are uneducated, incredibly ruthless, and don't care who their targets are.

He said, "Judging from the tone of his voice, he seems to be a fairly wealthy guy from the American West."

When the others heard that business had come their way, they all threw down their cards and crowded around to ask, "Is this another big deal?"

James, who has been in charge of liaising with the Argentinians, prefers to work with Argentinian bosses rather than these people, saying, "If this deal goes through, the boss is willing to pay us a million dollars."

These people gasped in shock, adding to the burden on the nearby Amazon rainforest.

Navas picked up a bottle of water, gulped down about half of it, and then said, "Such a large sum of money, the mission must be quite complicated. Tell me the details. A million-dollar reward would be enough for us to retire."

Including him, no one ever considered whether they could accept the task; their attention was entirely focused on the money.

James didn't receive detailed plans, only a general overview, and said, "That American tycoon is likely to attend some event in Buenos Aires, and the boss has asked us to launch a terrorist attack during the event to kill the boss and his entourage."

He thought for a moment and added, "The boss has a lot of influence in Argentina and will send people to assist us throughout the process. In the end, he will point the trail of the attack to the local anti-government forces."

Navas asked, "When will it be launched?"

James replied, "They require us to depart immediately and head to Buenos Aires as soon as possible. The cargo ships carrying grain have already departed and are expected to arrive at the port of Cali tomorrow."

The United Group is primarily engaged in animal husbandry and the grain industry, and also owns a freight company, making it quite convenient to transport people and contraband.

Having cooperated with both sides countless times, Navas did not hesitate for a moment and immediately ordered, "Notify all brothers that the leave is over and everyone is to return to camp this afternoon!"

He looked at a man with a sour face and said, "Tiger, pack up the weapons and equipment, transport them to the port of Cali, and send them to Argentina by sea."

The man with the bitter face called three of his underlings, and they went to the armory together.

After everyone else had left, Navas said to Hames, "Although we've never been afraid of Americans, taking down the Americans will be troublesome. One million dollars is too little; it needs to be at least two million dollars. One million dollars is a deposit and must be paid before we set off."

This also relates to his own earnings, and Hames fully agreed: "I'll go and negotiate with them right away, and I'll definitely get the deposit before I leave."

Navas patted him on the shoulder: "Go ahead."

Hames ran all the way to the car, got in, and went to the contact point.

…………

Boca District, Buenos Aires.

Inside the room, DePaul held a dedicated satellite video phone, looking at his wife on the screen.

Olivia, who was far away in Los Angeles, was overjoyed and turned the camera to the other side of the room: "Honey, look at our son, he's doing his rehabilitation exercises."

The little boy, who was doing preliminary leg muscle rehabilitation training, smiled and waved at the camera, eagerly asking, "Dad, when can you come? Mom said it will be a while before I can."

"Soon, very soon!" DePaul had never been happier in years. His son was gradually recovering and becoming a normal boy.

He spoke a few private words with his wife and son, assuring them, "I'll finish up my work and head to Los Angeles to meet you. We'll settle down there then."

Olivia and her son cheered.

DePaul hung up the video call, found another number stored in his phone, dialed it, and asked, "Where are you?"

Alvarez replied from the other side, "Wait five minutes."

Under the cover of night, on the roof of the building next to the townhouse, a person silently climbed over the roof and entered DePaul's house from the attic.

De Paul looked at Alvarez, who was dressed in all black, and said, "You guys are really careful."

Alvarez said, "This is Argentina, we need to have at least basic precautions. Careless people can easily run into problems."

DePaul handed him a towel, and thinking of his wife and son in Los Angeles, said directly, "Lopez has extended an invitation to Los Angeles."

“I know.” Alvarez had already received instructions from above: “Is there something else going on behind this?”

De Paul stated directly, "I'm not entirely sure if there are any hidden motives, but there's something I need to inform you of for your interpretation: after extending the invitation, López specifically convened a meeting with us close confidants to inform an armed group he's cultivating in Colombia to travel to Buenos Aires by sea as soon as possible." (End of Chapter)