The Wolf of Los Angeles-Chapter 435: Fought Together, Killed Enemies Together

Hawke sat across from him and directly asked, "Where are you from?"

"A tribal village in southern Sudan..." Mousad detailed the tribe's location. Bosque brought a map, marked it, and traced the route. "Here, this is the path they took."

Hawke looked over and saw the two points weren't very far apart, but an Pakistani peacekeeping troop camp stood between them. He asked, "Didn't the Pakistani stop you?"

Mousad, gasping, said, "No. When we passed, the camp was dark, no one came to check. Someone assured us the Pakistani wouldn't interfere."

Hawke asked, "Is the person you mentioned the mastermind?"

"Yes, he bought off the General Amin," Mousad, who had suffered considerable torture already, revealed without prompting, "General Amin took his money -- I don't know the exact amount -- and sent me with elite troops. If I could kill you, he'd pay me again."

Hawke looked at the man. "Tell me, who is he?"

Mousad took another breath and said, "His name is Gurg. I don't know much about his background, but he speaks fluent French, English, and Arabic. He's active in Sudan, sometimes selling arms, sometimes supplying food, sometimes paying for hits. From what I understand, he is either a major middleman or represents an international power."

Hawke guessed this man used a similar method to bribe the Pakistani, or perhaps sold out to the Pakistani, which is why they turned a blind eye.

Hawke asked, "Do you have a photo or description?"

Mousad said, "He's white, balding in the middle of his head, cunning and ruthless, so we call him Gurg (Wolf). I don't have a photo; I tried to get one a few times, but he refused. However, he's somewhat known in Sudan, so finding out about Gurg won't be difficult."

Hawke continued, "What nationality do you think he is, or at least, what type of weapons does he sell?"

Mousad unhesitatingly replied, "Soviet-style weapons."

Hawke asked more, but Mousad didn't know much else; he was just an officer under General Amin, basically the worker.

Raul and Guti had two guides act as translators and separately interrogated several black mercenaries. Based on all gathered information, what Mousad said was true.

...

"Keep the prisoners secure," Hawke ordered, then called Bosque and started heading back, "How many vehicles are still operational?"

Bosque said, "Three were completely destroyed by M2 heavy machine guns and cannot be repaired. The rest have minor bullet damage, and some parts can be swapped from damaged vehicles."

Hawke nodded, "Tell everyone to stay alert. Once back in Damakin, there will be rest, rewards, and compensation."

Bosque, having worked with Hawke for over two years, knew Hawke wasn't stingy. "Dying in battle is our fate," he said.

Hawke was not interested in fatalism. He had hired these men, and they gave their all protecting him -- some had died for this battle. If not much else, a cash reward was a small thing.

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Daylight came as Ethiopian military personnel arrived. Hawke chatted briefly with the lead officer, expressed thanks, then let Bosque hand over the situation.

The Ethiopians collected the scattered military vehicles from the grasslands to return to Damakin. The AK rifles confiscated by the Hurricane Security staff were all handed over to them as well.

Regardless, they came under cover of night to support.

Among the captured black mercenaries, more than a dozen were still alive. Apart from Mousad, all were handed to the Ethiopian military.

The Ethiopian officers also understood what had happened the previous night.

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Afterwards, the group boarded vehicles, preparing to return to Damakin.

When the Land Rover Defender was about to start, Hawke stopped the driver and reminded Erica, "The serval is back."

Erica opened the door and got out. Shana ran over like a big cat, rubbing against her leg.

Hawke said, "Darling, you can adopt it; I'll figure out the paperwork."

When they returned to Los Angeles, they'd fly on a business jet. Bringing things in wouldn't be a problem.

Erica opened a bag of beef bastardy and offered a piece to Shana, asking, "Want to come with me?"

The serval just ate the bastardy.

Erica opened the Land Rover door, "Get in, Miss Serval."

But Shana had no intention of moving and called to Erica a few times.

Erica put all the bastardy on the grass and told Hawke, "Shana belongs in Africa; she seems to like living freely. I won't force her."

Hawke took a camera from his bag, "One last photo, as a farewell."

The serval had grown up wild after all.

Erica stood next to Shana and patted her head. Shana raised her head and looked up at her.

Hawke pressed the shutter button.

"Goodbye, Shana," Erica said, got in the car, and closed the door.

The serval called a few more times, then bowed down to eat the bastardy.

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Hawke handed Erica the camera, "We're heading back to Damakin, then plan to fly to the capital tomorrow, refuel, and then straight to North America. Still taking pictures?"

Erica occasionally opened the window to capture nearly untouched African wilderness.

Because of the attack last night, the hunting trip had to be cut short. No lions or leopards were caught, only a bunch of hyenas.

But knowing there was a mastermind targeting them, Hawke naturally wouldn't stay in Africa any longer.

Erica was upbeat and comforted Hawke, "We actually hunted."

Hawke thought about it and agreed.

Whether lion or leopard, in front of the gun-bearing truth wielders, they were vulnerable.

Someone tried to hunt them last night, but they turned it around. Machine guns exchanged fire, grenades exploded, RPGs were used. How could it compare to mere lion or leopard hunting?

Erica asked, "This hunt isn't over. What's your plan?"

Hawke said, "No doubt about it: the Pakistani commander, that troublemaking Gurg, and the native black major Amin, they must die."

Erica said, "I feel there's a connection with the Russians."

Hawke agreed but thought it best to keep a low profile for now.

If he could get Brian into the White House, he might find a way to give the Russians a hard time.

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But that was not the moment.

Brian was quite far from the White House.

...

The convoy had no incidents and returned smoothly to Damakin. Hawke returned to the central building to find United Nations Environment Programme and World Food Programme staff were still there.

He quietly found Jason Bernard and Flick Hunt and asked, "Are you going straight back to New York tomorrow?"

Jason said, "Passing through Rabat first, then flying to New York... Oh, and Leonardo and others will be with us."

Hawke smiled, "Don't mind bringing a few extra, huh?"

This was a UN charter flight, 90% of the seats occupied by UN officials from various countries, with some empty seats.

Faced with donors supporting the greening of Africa, Jason replied, "No problem."

"Thank you," Hawke shook his hand and told Edward, "Go handle the formalities."

Jason also told his assistant to take Edward to take care of arrangements.

...

Hawke returned to his room, slept for a few hours, then got up and, with several bodyguards, headed straight to the Greening Sahara Company warehouse to discuss with Bosque.

Mostly about monetary rewards and compensation.

Most who fought last night had woken up; those who hadn't were woken by Bosque and Andrei, and everyone gathered inside the warehouse.

They had shouldered guns and killed enemies together; beyond employment, their trust had grown.

Hawke got to the point, scanning their faces, "Last night, you didn't give up on me; you fought for me, and I remember that."

He gestured to Bosque, "I discussed with your supervisor. Your wages and action bonuses for this month are doubled!"

Smiles appeared on everyone's faces.

Hawke continued, "This is from Hurricane Security as your reward. I personally have another bonus: $35,000 per person, double for the injured."

This was agreed upon with Bosque's strong recommendation.

Elite mercenaries in Africa and Latin America barely earned $35,000 annually.

The Hurricane Security staff laughed, some bumping fists and slapping palms.

"Three brothers fought valiantly and died last night," Hawke looked at Bosque and Andrei, emphasizing, "They protected me. Find their families. $150,000 compensation per family, handed personally."

But that wasn't all. Hawke added, "Their families lost their providers because of me. I will bring them to Los Angeles and cover their children's schooling here. If their children get into American universities, I will pay full tuition!"

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