Chapter 695
Satan's Loyal Ally
In Beverly Hills, Frank sat atop the highest point of the building, gazing at the estate that occupied an entire hilltop, a nostalgic expression on his face.
This used to be his home decades ago.
However, after their divorce, the house was awarded to his ex-wife by the court.
It has now become the headquarters of the Satanic cult in Los Angeles.
Jenny Mansfield, facing her homeless ex-husband, proudly raised her chin and said, "Get to the point. I'm busy with work and don't have time to entertain you."
Frank looked away and asked, "What position do you hold in the Satanic cult?"
The two sides had already communicated once. After a moment's thought, Jenny replied, "I am a saint of the Satanic Church and also the head of the Satanic Church in Los Angeles."
This reminded Frank of someone, and he said, "Looks like you've become the female version of Tom Cruise."
Jenny was taken aback at first, then thought of Tom Cruise's other identity: "Strictly speaking, they are somewhat similar."
She was his ex-wife, and didn't want to have anything to do with him. Getting back to the point: "So, what do you want from me? You don't want to borrow money, do you? Your friend Hawke is way richer than the Satanists."
Frank straightened his expression and adopted a serious tone: "It's like this, Hawke wants to send someone to have a face-to-face meeting with your leader and would like to invite your leader to visit Los Angeles."
In Jenny's memory, the cult leader hadn't been to the West Coast for many years.
Although they were no longer husband and wife, but ex-wife, Jenny still acted the same way she did back then. Her first reaction was to refute Frank's words: "I can pass on the message, but you need to send someone to New York, not have the cult leader come to Los Angeles."
Frank shook his head inwardly and said, "Just pass on the message. Whether your leader agrees or not, he will naturally consider it."
Jenny stared at him for a while, and seeing that Frank showed no sign of changing, she said coldly, "I understand, you can leave."
Frank rose to take his leave, adding a reminder: "This is a very important matter for your Satanism, so don't keep it a secret."
"I'm not as stupid as you." Jenny is quite sensible when it comes to things like this.
Frank walked down from the terrace to the parking lot and got into a black Cadillac.
Edward, who was driving, was looking around as if searching for a divorced Hollywood star with a child.
When Frank returned, he asked, "Is it all taken care of?"
"All done," Frank ordered. "Drive, let's go."
On the terrace, Jenny watched the Cadillac drive out of the manor gate before returning to her lounge and making a call to New York to report the situation to the cult leader.
Having served as a Satanic nun for so many years and remained in Los Angeles, she was acutely aware of the current power of Hawke Osment and the Ferguson family.
Suppressing the news from Frank and not reporting it could very well lead to trouble.
After listening to Jenny's description, Anton, the cult leader on the other end of the phone, discussed with his subordinates for a moment and said, "Tell them that I will go to Los Angeles."
Soon, Frank relayed the news to Hawke.
Edward said, "You old bastard, you're actually quite reliable."
Frank snapped, "Automatic cotton planter, shut up!"
Hawke coughed softly.
Both of them shut their mouths.
Edward thought for a moment and asked, "Boss, Anton has come to Los Angeles from New York. Someone needs to meet with him and have a face-to-face meeting. Who would be suitable?"
“I will meet with him.” Hawke would still give him that much face: “The specifics can be discussed by others.”
Frank suddenly interjected, "Why don't I talk to him?"
Edward deliberately looked Frank up and down: "You?"
Frank said, "I am very familiar with the situation on our side, and I can find out about their situation now. I can speak on some matters, and even if the demands are excessive, we can still change the person. The two sides will not completely break down, and there is still room for reconciliation."
He smiled and said, "Besides, I've been eating and drinking for free for so many years. Even if we're friends, I should do something for you, right?"
Hawke wasn't worried about Frank's abilities, but he knew the old man well and deliberately asked, "Aren't there other reasons as well?"
Frank laughed and admitted, "My ex-wife, Jenny, the Satanic saint, will definitely come with Anton. I'll outshine Anton then..."
Hawke nodded slightly: "I can give you that opportunity."
Frank understood what he meant and assured him, "I will absolutely not delay important matters."
Hawke agreed: "Okay." He then said to Edward: "Take Frank to see those documents, explain things to him in detail, and make sure he has a good understanding of the plan if he wants to reach an agreement."
Edward called Frank over, and they went to his office together.
Hawke figured that if he could deal with the Satanists, he would have another layer of insurance.
Last time, Anton took the initiative to come over and make overtures, but later he continued to tug at the Donald Party's hands, clearly trying to waver between the two sides.
Hawke decided to help him make up his mind.
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Mosul, Iraq.
Marmush, driving an SUV, said to Ashraf, who was sitting in the passenger seat, "Watch out behind you, don't follow the tail without even realizing it."
Ashraf kept glancing in the rearview mirror: "Don't worry, no one can keep up with your car."
Both men were brokers in northern Iraq who had dealt with the Al-Aqsa militia on numerous occasions.
Ashraf's previous armed group in Jhulani came to the Middle East from North Africa before it was wiped out by the US military. After years of careful operation and with the covert assistance of Hurricane Company, he has become one of the most outstanding brokers in the area.
Marmush was actually pushed to the front by him on purpose.
Just yesterday, someone contacted Malmush and arranged for him and Ashraf to meet.
The off-road vehicle arrived at Mosul's largest hotel, and Ashraf saw a familiar face at the hotel entrance.
He had seen this man's photo in the intelligence report from his superiors; his name should be Adam Smith.
Marmush parked his car, went into the hotel, and waited for Ashraf to catch up before saying, "A big boss from North America, he's got a lot of money."
“I understand,” Ashraf said with a smile in a low voice. “What we need to do is figure out how to make more money off him.”
Marmush gave him a thumbs up: "This is the meaning of our work."
The two went upstairs together to the agreed-upon room and gently knocked on the door.
A mixed-race Arab man opened the door, his gaze quickly sweeping over Marmush and Ashraf.
"We are black gold, looking for Mr. Money Tree," Marmush said.
Seeing that the code was correct, the Arab man indicated the doorway and said, "Please come in."
Upon seeing the two men, Jack Jones casually pointed and said, "Sit down and let's talk." "Boss," Malmush, for the sake of the money, greeted them respectfully along with Ashraf, and after sitting down, asked directly, "What brings you over here?"
Jack Jones said, "I need a team to attack a target."
Malmush, recalling the previous group that went to Los Angeles and the numerous complaints and grievances from the Al-Aqsa militia, quickly said, "It's difficult to mobilize manpower for places like America right now, especially Los Angeles. Although they are fanatically eager to wage jihad, but..."
Jack Jones interrupted him directly: "Not Los Angeles and North America, but somewhere in Africa."
Upon hearing the name Africa, Marmush breathed a sigh of relief. Most of Africa was chaotic, much safer than North America.
North Africa is mostly Arab countries, and many members of the Al-Aqsa militia come from there. If they are paid enough, they should not object.
Ashraf said, "In Africa, there are far fewer obstacles."
Marmush nodded: "How exactly do we do it?"
Jack Jones, who had traveled to the Middle East many times and knew the area very well, beckoned with his finger.
The young man of mixed Arab descent brought over a leather suitcase, opened it, and placed it in front of the two brokers.
The green US dollar bills exude an intoxicating aroma.
Marmush took a deep breath and said, "Boss, just let me know if you need anything."
Jack Jones opened a map of Ethiopia, placed it on a flat table, and pointed to the location of the northern city of Damajing.
Ashraf was startled, but his years of training in disguise made him appear unchanged, listening attentively to the new tasks assigned by his American boss, just like Malmush.
It seems that when it comes to money, nothing else matters.
Nearly an hour later, the two of them came out of the hotel with their suitcases, got into their car, and left.
Back at his lodgings, Marmush counted the money in the box, took out half and handed it to Ashraf, asking, "When do I leave?"
Ashraf glanced at the darkening sky outside the window and said, "Let's set off early tomorrow morning. Get some rest tonight."
After agreeing on a meeting time, Ashraf put his money into a worn-out cloth bag commonly used by locals, returned to his residence, checked that no one was around and that it was safe, then took out a satellite phone and called Damakin directly.
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The Gulf of Aden in northeastern Africa.
A cargo ship from India entered the port of Djibouti. While dockworkers were busy unloading cargo, several Indian crew members disembarked and went to their booked hotel.
Abhishek turned on the air conditioner, felt the cool breeze blowing out, and took a long, comfortable breath.
But before he could rest, there was a knock on his door.
The disguised officer leading the team came in from outside and said, "I have contacted the peacekeeping forces in South Sudan. Tomorrow, this batch of supplies will be delivered to the peacekeeping camp by a UN convoy. We need to travel with the goods."
Having arrived in a place like Africa, Abhishek had no other choice but to say, "You decide what to do."
The officer added, "There's a meeting with the UN tonight, and we need you to attend."
Abhishek nodded: "I will be there on time."
This meeting was attended not only by Indians, but also by Americans, French, and Italians.
Walking among the crowd, Abhishek noticed that those bastards kept pointing and whispering about him, and he could faintly hear various mocking remarks about Indians.
It seems that in the eyes of the rest of the world, Indians have become a laughing stock.
When did India, a great nation, become like this?
Abhishek thought of West Coast Tech and everything Hawk Osment had done.
The shameless American thieves have ruined India's international reputation!
This operation is absolutely necessary!
The following day, the UN convoy left Djibouti and headed towards South Sudan.
Abhishek sat in one of the cars, plotting how to carry out retaliatory actions to restore India's reputation.
Once those petty scoundrels realize the serious consequences of provoking India, they will all shut their mouths and dare not express disrespect for India in public anymore.
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In Silicon Beach, Los Angeles, Anton got out of the car and arrived at the main entrance of the Coast Building with Jenny.
Edward stepped forward, shook hands with the two, and led them to the sixteenth floor.
As Anton walked, he carefully observed the massive Coastal Building, which covered a vast area and was said to be one of the largest office building complexes on the West Coast.
Security at the entrance was tight. The security personnel were burly, with fierce expressions and guns at their waists, making them look like people not to be trifled with.
Upon entering the building, numerous surveillance cameras are immediately visible, and armed patrol personnel are constantly on the move.
This is only a part of Hawk Osment's vast power.
Hawke relayed the message, and Anton immediately rushed to Los Angeles, precisely because he was self-aware.
Satanism is utterly powerless against a behemoth like the Los Angeles Group.
Trying to resist head-on will only result in being crushed into pieces.
Taking the private elevator to the sixteenth floor, Anton and Jenny met Hawke in a meeting room.
Anton quickly stepped forward to shake hands with Hawke.
Jenny's eyes flickered as she spotted Frank, dressed in a suit and looking increasingly flamboyant with age.
The unkempt old scoundrel, after a proper makeover, looks quite like an older version of Sean Connery.
Frank extended his hand to Jenny, saying, "We meet again."
Jenny remained expressionless and gently squeezed Frank's hand.
On the other side, Hawke invited everyone to sit down, glanced at Anton's bald head, which was as round as an egg, and said, "I've long heard of the Satanic Cult, renowned for its soul cooking and Satanic rituals, but only today have I had the chance to meet Cult Leader Anton..."
Anton thought to himself, "I wish you had never heard of me."
But he was self-aware and said with a smile, "I don't deserve Mr. Osmond's praise. Compared to Twitter, the achievements of Satanism are just a small stream on the seashore."
Hawke laughed and pulled the other man onto the ship: "Last time, the news from your side was of great help to us, allowing us to successfully avoid a crisis and give the Donkey Party a good blow. I truly felt the goodwill of the Satanic Church and would like to express my gratitude here."
These words sounded agreeable, but Anton felt uneasy. If these things got out, it would cause a lot of trouble for the Donald Party.
He maintained a polite smile and said, "The Satanic Church has always wanted to be your friend."
Hawke was blunt: "What you're doing is exactly what a loyal ally would do."
Anton was almost in tears. When did the Satanists become your loyal allies?
After exchanging a few words, Hawke took his leave, handing the matter over to Frank and Edward. (End of Chapter)