Exerting force with his ten fingers, Hunter relied on his physical fitness, which was now three times that of an ordinary adult male.
Even though the outer wall of Stansfield's villa had only a few protrusions for temporary grip...
He still climbed upward rapidly like a spider.
Before long, he reached a height of over five meters on the outer wall.
Slap!
One hand grabbed the outer sill of the window. Hunter held onto the wall with one hand, freeing the other temporarily.
With a wave of his empty hand, he retrieved a small vanity mirror from his Personal Inventory.
Holding it with one hand, Hunter controlled his other hand to exert force.
His body rose slowly. Soon, the vanity mirror held in his other hand allowed him to see inside through the window above.
Hunter checked carefully and patiently. After confirming there were no surveillance cameras in the hallway inside the window...
Only then did he put away the mirror with peace of mind and grab the window sill with his other hand.
Then, the strength of three adult males burst forth suddenly.
Hunter's body was propped up rapidly, and he soon reached the window.
Using his head to push open the second-floor window, which had been left ajar for ventilation... he exerted force with both arms and leaped.
With a smooth wriggle, Hunter entered Stansfield's home.
"Phew!"
He shook his arms slightly to relieve the numbness.
Hunter quickly began a serious inspection.
He didn't rush to the first floor. Seeing no surveillance on the second floor of Stansfield's villa, he assumed there was likely nothing worth noting up there.
But he still checked each room seriously.
Perhaps because Stansfield left in a hurry, or maybe he really didn't hide anything at home...
In short, on the second floor of Stansfield's house, except for one guest room that was locked, all other rooms could be opened directly.
Although Hunter had already treated his fingerprints... for safety's sake, after entering the villa, he wiped off the magnesium powder on his hands and put on a pair of gloves.
He checked the rooms on the second floor one by one. In those seemingly ordinary guest rooms, he found absolutely nothing.
Soon, he arrived in front of the only locked room on the second floor. Seeing it was locked...
He didn't hesitate. He quickly took out lock-picking tools from his Inventory.
After fiddling for a while, it took only about ten seconds.
With a soft click, the door opened.
He pushed the door open slightly but didn't rush in.
Naturally cautious, even though he had applied makeup that even he couldn't recognize while waiting for Stansfield to leave...
For safety, Hunter took out a makeup mirror from his Inventory again.
Then, holding it in one hand, he extended the mirror through the crack in the door.
Using the reflection, he quickly scanned the room for possible surveillance camera locations.
After a thorough check confirmed there were no cameras installed inside...
Only then did Hunter push the door open and stride in.
What met his eyes was a room about the same size as the others on the second floor.
Except this one had been converted into a home theater.
Hunter glanced around the room. There was a monitor of about 60 inches.
Below it were quite a few projection devices, and there was a sectional sofa in the room.
However, after scanning the room, Hunter felt something was off.
"Strange. Why did Stansfield lock this room specifically?"
He thought for a moment, then suddenly had an idea.
He looked up at the ceiling subconsciously. After examining it carefully, sure enough, in one corner of the room, he saw an inconspicuous iron ring on the ceiling.
Hunter didn't move the sofa. He walked over, jumped up easily about two meters, and grabbed the iron ring.
Then he pulled down hard. With a clack, a retractable ladder was pulled out!
After pulling it out completely, a ladder ending about half a meter from the ground was revealed. There was clearly an attic space above the ladder.
Seeing this, Hunter felt a surge of joy.
He immediately climbed up the ladder.
Just as his head was about to pop up, Hunter raised the makeup mirror with one hand again to check the suspected attic space above.
Although the attic space was a bit dim...
Hunter had good eyesight. After examining it carefully for a while, he indeed discovered something fishy.
"Surveillance!"
Using the mirror, Hunter discovered a surveillance camera in the attic above.
Instead of being alarmed, he was delighted. He knew he had found the right place.
He climbed quickly and entered the attic.
The entrance to the attic wasn't spacious; Hunter had to crouch to climb up.
Once inside, he turned his back and quickly took out a brand-new towel from his Inventory. Unfolding it, he walked quickly to the surveillance camera and covered it with the towel.
Although Hunter was confident in his disguise...
Once Stansfield's affairs were exposed, if top FBI experts examined the footage, they might still find some clues.
He didn't want to be targeted by the FBI again in the future.
At least, not until he had the strength to confront them.
After all, those dirty rats dared to bug his house just because he bailed out Dom's crew.
God knows what else they wouldn't do.
After blocking the camera, Hunter took a tactical flashlight from his tactical waist bag and inspected the attic.
This attic was kept quite clean.
There wasn't much dust, showing Stansfield came here often.
However, there weren't many things in the attic.
Upon careful inspection, Hunter saw that in the attic space of several dozen square meters...
Hung on several walls were over a dozen handguns, large-caliber revolvers, shotguns, and similar weapons.
There were also boxes arranged neatly!
He counted them. There were over forty boxes of varying sizes, all stamped with "DEA."
Hunter recognized it immediately as the abbreviation for the Drug Enforcement Administration.
Seeing that the boxes seemed to be of regular sizes...
He thought for a moment and couldn't help smiling.
"Could it be DEA equipment?"
He hurriedly opened one of the boxes. Looking closely, his breathing became heavy.
Inside that huge box was a brand-new, unopened sniper rifle.
The inner lid of the box was stamped with the firearm's information.
"Remington M700 PSS (BDL/DM7)!"
Sure enough, it was equipment Stansfield had procured from within the DEA!
Hunter had been studying firearms recently, so naturally, he knew this sniper rifle.
It was a special police version designed by Remington for US military and police.
The Remington 700 was already a very popular rifle in the US, but civilians could usually only buy the hunting version or a "castrated" sniper version.
This one, however, came equipped with an optical scope, bipod, other accessories, detachable magazine, and carrying case.
In reality, compared to the civilian versions Hunter could buy in gun stores... this one not only had a longer range and higher accuracy but also a larger caliber.
It probably wasn't much worse than the military version.
"Good stuff!"
Looking at the dozens of boxes of different sizes in the attic, Hunter realized immediately that his trip was definitely not in vain.
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