Cold water sprayed from the showerhead, constantly rinsing Hunter's body.
Feeling the chill of Boston's tap water in June, Hunter's overheated body quickly cooled down.
His brain also returned to high-efficiency operation.
Originally, encountering Teri—who looked remarkably like Hit-Girl—in Boston was an accident.
Hunter had felt a sudden burst of kindness and decided to do a good deed for the day.
He planned to take Teri with him when he left Boston.
He would drop her off in a safe, unfamiliar city, allowing her to start a brand new life.
Who would have thought Boston was so small, and Moscow Nights even smaller?
Last night, while browsing the internet at the hotel, he got annoyed by the slow speed.
Realizing the hotel was throttling the connection, he used the tool from Lyle (the top-tier hacker) to bypass the restriction on his room's network.
Unexpectedly, this move attracted the attention of the Russian mob behind the hotel.
Not only did their tech team hack his computer in retaliation, but they also sent two women over, seemingly to test his identity.
Of course, Hunter also suspected they wanted to gather blackmail material on him.
Anyway!
Last night, the Russians sent two girls.
One of them was Teri—the very girl Hunter intended to save as his "good deed."
To avoid arousing suspicion—since Moscow Nights was likely a mob asset—Hunter didn't reject the girls. Especially since Teri didn't resist.
The result was that he spent a rather enjoyable night in Boston.
"Phew!"
Finishing his cold shower, Hunter grabbed a clean towel and draped it over himself.
Drying his wet hair, he walked toward the phone.
Teri and the blonde were still sound asleep.
In the last few days, Hunter had awakened several new skills and leveled up existing ones.
Having gained over a dozen free attribute points, his physical fitness had improved significantly.
Consequently, he hadn't controlled his intensity well last night.
Glancing at the girls sleeping deeply on the bed, Hunter quickly dressed.
Taking his laptop—which might now contain spyware—he left the hotel and headed for the docks.
Judging by Teri's behavior last night, she probably saw him as a pervert who was just lusting after her, acting on impulse.
Although a series of events led to this misunderstanding...
Hunter, who originally planned to do a selfless deed without expecting anything in return, had now collected his "reward" in advance.
Initially, his mindset was: "If I can save her, great. If not, whatever."
But now, he felt obligated to be serious.
He decided that when he left Boston, he would definitely take Teri with him.
Arriving near the docks—the same area where he delivered the goods yesterday—Hunter scouted for a bit.
He eventually chose a warehouse that looked like it hadn't been used in a long time.
He scanned the surroundings.
No cameras. No footsteps or voices of passersby.
He pulled a metal pick from his Inventory.
With practiced ease, Hunter opened the warehouse lock in seconds.
He slipped inside and closed the door behind him.
The inland dock warehouse was dusty from disuse.
Hunter's footsteps left a trail in the thick dust on the floor.
But he didn't care.
The warehouse was empty. Even if someone discovered footprints later, they likely wouldn't care about an intruder in an empty building.
Hunter had a specific reason for coming here.
Recently, with the help of the beautiful safecracker Stella, his [Lockpicking] skill had reached Lv 5.
Hunter now had the ability to open the top-tier private safes he had stolen from Steve's villa.
Thinking about the contents...
Nearly one ton of gold bars could be hiding inside.
Hunter's heart burned with anticipation. He had made the decision last night.
Taking advantage of being in Boston, far away from Los Angeles, he would crack these safes. He would extract the gold and store it separately in his Inventory.
He reached out his hand. With a thought...
The air shimmered.
A massive alloy safe appeared before him.
"The Worthington 1000..."
This was one of the premier private safes tailored for America's ultra-wealthy by the renowned Worthington Security Company.
Each safe weighed over 1.6 tons. Without a crane, they were immovable.
It was 2.2 meters high, 1.4 meters wide, and 70 centimeters deep.
Reportedly, the walls were an astonishing 12 centimeters thick, made of top-tier carbon-titanium alloy with extreme corrosion resistance.
Furthermore, if tampered with incorrectly, the safe would initiate a lockdown mode, turning into a solid block of metal that could only be reset by a Worthington tech team.
To open it, besides the specialized key...
You needed a passcode and a retinal scan.
And the Worthington 1000 came with a built-in GPS tracking system.
It was said to ping the client's terminal with its location at regular intervals.
When Hunter first stole them from Steve, he had only dared to take them out briefly in his apartment to admire them before stowing them away again.
Just as the company advertised, this beast was one of the best private safes in the world.
Its complexity and security were second only to the vaults of major banks and casinos.
For an ordinary person, stealing and opening this forcefully without heavy machinery and lots of time was impossible.
Unfortunately!
Worthington clearly hadn't considered one possibility.
That one day, their product would be targeted by a transmigrator with a System cheat.
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