The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Port of Maldonado, Uruguay.

Several trucks were parked in front of a medium-sized cargo ship, transporting supplies onto the ship via a gantry crane.

Disguised as the second mate, Bossk stood in front of the cockpit railing, gazing at the sea to the south.

The weather was slightly overcast, and a storm seemed to be brewing in the open sea.

Carlos came down from the communications room and said quickly, "Alvarez sent word that the target will depart at noon. They will head east from the Gulf of La Plata and reach the open sea tonight."

Bosque glanced at his watch and said, "Very good, we have plenty of time."

Carlos nodded: "It's said that a storm is about to break out in the open sea!"

All the supplies were loaded at this point, and the cargo ship, having already obtained its departure permit, slowly sailed away from the port.

The ship sailed south along the waterway. After leaving the nearshore area, multiple electronic devices in the communications room were turned on one after another, and the tracking screen clearly displayed the location of the target yacht.

The yacht is moving, heading east along the bay from Buenos Aires.

Bosque picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Notify all personnel to begin mandatory rest now. No one is to leave the cabin without my order."

The cargo ship continued to sail along the route and did not deviate from its course.

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The phone rang again, and just as Javier was about to look at it, the woman pressed him down and made him sit back down.

He exclaimed, "I want to attend the family gathering!"

The woman placed her hands on his shoulders: "That job you mentioned doesn't appeal to me anymore. I've found a new job with a much higher income."

Havel tried to resist, but was held down firmly.

Soon, under the woman's intense pressure, he forgot to resist and also forgot about the so-called phone call.

In the Gulf of La Plata, the pure white luxury yacht is accelerating.

The woman at the party, Lopez's new celebrity wife Belen, came into the hall with her phone and said to Lopez, "Javier's phone has been unanswered."

Lopez didn't like his half-brother and said, "It doesn't matter whether he comes or not, just ignore him."

Beren sat beside him, her face full of concern for her husband's family harmony: "Javier is still your brother."

Lopez patted her hand and said, "Don't think so much."

Lopez's two daughters from his late first marriage went up to the upper deck at this time.

Beren asked in a low voice, "When are the Americans coming?"

"Next month." Lopez didn't tell the beautiful actress what he had done, but he mumbled, "This collaboration is crucial. You'll have to put aside your work and come with me to receive them."

Belen was intrigued and said, "No problem, I'll have my agent adjust the schedule." She asked with anticipation, "Could I really become the First Lady of Argentina in the future?"

Lopez laughed and pinched her high nose: "It definitely will."

Beren enjoys this feeling. Although Lopez is not very good at sex, he is willing to spend money on her and gives her status.

These are things that most men cannot do.

In Lopez's view, Beren enjoyed the material wealth he provided, so he should bear the corresponding responsibility. He said, "None of those young guys are easy to deal with. Go up and check on them. Don't let them go too far."

Beren stood up and walked towards the elevator, saying, "Don't stay alone for too long, come up and find me later."

Lopez nodded.

As darkness fell, the cruise ship gradually approached the confluence of the Gulf of La Plata and the Atlantic Ocean.

The largest banquet hall and top deck of the yacht were already filled with the festivities to celebrate Belén's birthday.

Beren has high emotional intelligence; she is not only popular among young people, but she also made Lopez very happy, and Lopez drank several more glasses of wine.

The woman was well aware of her unlimited future. After a brief discussion with Lopez, she gifted the fine wine and food to the ship's crew.

In no time, voices praising Beren for being beautiful and generous spread throughout the cruise ship.

There are no paparazzi or media reporters on the high seas, so you can enjoy yourself to the fullest.

Below the waterline, where no one paid attention, small electronic devices were attached to the metal hull, constantly emitting signals that were then transmitted via satellite to the communications room of the cargo ship.

The location of the cruise ship was essentially transparent to Bosque.

In addition, a Starlink reconnaissance satellite has also completed its orbit change and located the target cruise ship clearly by capturing ground images.

Bosque sighed: "It's a pity they won't venture into the Atlantic, otherwise we wouldn't have to go through all this trouble."

Carlos agreed: "Our fleet is of no use."

Costa Rica has no army, and even a small police force. Much of the policing work is outsourced to hurricane security companies, including coast patrol.

Hurricane Company already possessed small gunboats during the raid on Hillary's mercenary camp in Waspan.

In recent years, in order to meet the needs of coastal patrol operations, Hurricane Corporation has purchased several medium-sized armed vessels from around the world.

It's hard to say about other things, but sinking a large yacht is a piece of cake.

Lopez's yacht couldn't possibly reach the deep ocean, and the armed ships had no room to maneuver.

However, Bosque prepared a generous gift for the Lopez family, who wanted Hawke dead.

As night deepened, the dark sea remained silent.

Suddenly, several lights were turned on on the cargo ship's deck.

Several modified speedboats were hoisted into the water and, with the help of satellite navigation, headed straight for their target on the dark sea.

On the other deck, two large drones took off and soared into the sky.

An electronic pod was suspended from the belly of one of the drones.

This technology wouldn't be considered cutting-edge in America, but it's enough to deal with a yacht.

The drone was faster and quickly overtook the speedboat on the water.

Bosque put on the headset and stood in front of a series of display screens.

Lynch's drone team is already busy.

Carlos was put in charge of on-site command.

In the images captured by the survey satellite, the brightly lit cruise ship stands out against the dark sea, truly a beacon of light at sea.

As dawn broke, the party that had lasted half the night came to an end. Lopez, who had drunk too much, was helped by Beren to the master bedroom to rest.

The other young people also left the messy banquet hall and top deck, returning to their respective rooms to rest.

The yacht quieted down considerably, and the other staff members relaxed as well.

Several cleaners tidied up the banquet hall.

The captain went to sleep, delegating command to the first mate.

A night shift security guard, wearing a headset, paced back and forth along the ship's side, occasionally chatting with his colleagues via radio. This ordinary night seemed no different from any other.

"A new shop opened outside the port, and the girls there are absolutely gorgeous." The security guard had also had a few drinks, and the sea breeze made his face feel hot. He unbuttoned the buttons under his collar and bragged to his colleagues, "Last time I went there, I took on three of them by myself, and they were begging for my daddy."

Her colleagues on the other side couldn't believe it: "Is this you? I remember they said your record is 60 seconds."

"Slander..." Before the security guard could finish speaking, a strange low-frequency noise suddenly came through the headset, making his ears extremely uncomfortable.

He quickly took off his headset and cursed, "This piece of junk is malfunctioning again. Japanese products are really unreliable. No wonder those tech guys all say they love to falsify data."

At the same time, other people wearing radios also took off their headsets one after another.

Inside the steering gear compartment, the first mate stared at the suddenly distorted LCD screen, momentarily stunned.

A crew member then shouted, "Our electronic equipment has suddenly malfunctioned!"

Another person then said, "The navigation radar is also malfunctioning."

The first mate quickly realized something was wrong and immediately picked up the radio to call out, "Captain! Captain! Please proceed to the engine room immediately!"

He called out several times, but the radio didn't respond; instead, a low-frequency noise filled the air.

The first mate made a decisive decision and said, "Sound the alarm immediately!"

Once this mechanical alarm sounds, it will wake up everyone on the ship, including the big boss.

The crew hesitated, because doing so could cost them their jobs.

Well-paid jobs like this are hard to find.

The first mate was furious and roared, "Our electronic equipment is being interfered with! Sound the alarm immediately!"

The crew then realized what was happening and quickly went to pull the alarm.

Then, a piercing alarm sounded, and all the lights on the ship came on.

Just as everyone was puzzled, a strange sound suddenly came from below the waterline of the ship, and the yacht began to shake violently as if it had hit a reef.

The captain, who had run out of the captain's cabin, was so shaken that he fell hard at the door of the engine room. Before he could even get up, he shouted, "Send a distress signal immediately! Quick! We're under attack! Send a signal right away!"

The yacht still retains its original communication channels, and a voice can be heard saying: "The engine room is flooded! We have lost power!"

The situation was far worse than expected. Before Lopez and Beren could inquire about the situation, the yacht had already lost its balance, and the electrical and power equipment had been severely damaged.

Even the helicopter on the aft deck was unable to take off. As the yacht tilted, the anchoring straps snapped, and the helicopter fell into the water.

Debris from the stern section of the yacht, including a motorboat and a lifeboat, drifted onto the sea.

Lopez's roar rang out: "Think of something! Think of something right now!"

The yacht is sinking rapidly, cell phones have no signal, satellite phones can't make calls, and radio transmissions are malfunctioning...

Right above this sea, two drones, like reapers in the night, coldly stared at the sinking yacht.

The icy seawater flooded the cabin, and Lopez fell onto the deck, gripping the fixed corner of the table tightly.

At this moment, all his ambitions and dreams could not withstand the erosion of the sea.

Perhaps the coolness of the seawater awakened his drowsy mind.

Lopez just wanted to know, who was so cruel as to use such despicable means to kill him?

"Who is it..." He had just opened his mouth when a mouthful of seawater was swallowed.

With a painful cough, Lopez suddenly thought of someone, someone he had recently planned to kill.

Hawk Osment!
That's right, it can only be Hawk Osment!
At that moment, the seawater flooded in, and Lopez closed his eyes. The murderer was killed, it was only natural.

He wanted to kill Hawk Osment, but the news leaked somewhere, and now that the other side has made the first move, there's nothing more to say.

The seawater flooded the cabin, and Lopez and his newlywed actress wife sank to the bottom of the sea hundreds of meters deep.

A drone flew over the sea, and its belly-mounted camera captured clear footage of the yacht sinking.

The whirlpool gradually disappeared, leaving only floating oil slicks and some debris, which proved that a ship had sunk here.

The drone circled back and forth for a long time to make sure no one was on the water before it quickly climbed up and returned at full speed.

On the cargo route outside the Gulf of La Plata, the cargo ship was still sailing normally along the route.

Under the cover of night, two drones landed on the deck one after the other.

In the darkest hour before dawn, Carlos's team returned safely.

Bosque was waiting for them on the ship's deck, patting each of the operatives on the shoulder and encouraging them, "Well done!"

He shook hands firmly with Carlos at the end; between men, no words are needed.

Boske emphasized, "You are all well aware of the confidentiality regulations, so I don't need to repeat them. The bonuses will be issued soon, and your material rewards are absolutely commensurate with your contributions."

All team members agreed with what Bosque said, because the rewards for Hurricane were always timely, and the monetary and welfare rewards were never discounted.

Bosque waved his hand: "Go and rest."

The team members returned to the cabin together.

Carlos, however, went to the communications room with Bosque.

As he walked, he asked, "Did the other side send out a distress signal?"

“No.” Bosque was very certain of this: “The communication equipment on civilian ships is completely incapable of countering our electromagnetic interference.”

He then said, "I wonder if Argentina is ready."

Carlos said in a low voice, "Wasn't it said that the Argentine authorities would intervene directly?"

Vicente del Bosque nodded: "The Argentine presidential palace is ready."

Carlos chuckled lightly: "Then there's no problem."

The two returned to the communications room on the island superstructure, and Bosque contacted Los Angeles via a dedicated satellite channel, sending the footage captured by the drone directly there.

The mission was completed, and everyone except the necessary guards went to rest.

At the horizon where the sea meets the sky, a curtain of light was drawn back, the sky turned from dark to bright, and the sun was about to climb above the horizon.

At a maritime monitoring station in Argentina, the shift monitor, holding a steaming cup of coffee, woke up his groggy night shift colleague: "Your sentence is over, you can be released."

My colleague made way for me, pulled out a wet wipe, wiped his face, and looked a little more refreshed. He said, "Welcome to the Maritime Bureau's Grand Prison."

The monitor moved the mouse to check last night's electronic monitoring log and asked, "Has anything unusual happened?"

My colleague, who had barely slept half the night, shrugged and said, "It's the same every day."

The monitors didn't take the monitoring dates seriously; they were just following routine procedures and needed to review and sign off on them.

But he turned to the next page, found the red entry, and immediately exclaimed, "A ship has lost signal!" (End of Chapter)