In Los Angeles, in a remote small farm over a hundred kilometers away from the city center.
Following Stella's directions, Hunter drove all the way there.
"Stop!"
Seeing Hunter stop the motorcycle, Stella jumped off the back seat.
In front of them was a dilapidated farm with a tilted sign that looked like it was about to fall off.
Even the wooden railings and wire fences were decayed and broken.
Hunter knew that California had a developed agricultural industry and many farms.
In fact, right after he snatched the two safes from Steve,
Hunter's first thought was to sell the gold and buy a farm.
There was no helping it; the farming gene was already branded into the bones of the Chinese people.
Even though Hunter had transmigrated and become a Chinese-American, he still hadn't forgotten it!
Of course, he quickly dismissed that idea!
In the US, the IRS is a very special and very cunning existence.
The US is a country where money is paramount. The government generally doesn't care where the money you use to buy real estate, luxury goods, and enjoyment after getting rich comes from.
But the IRS has tax records for almost all adult citizens.
Information on some suddenly wealthy individuals is said to be kept in independent files, making them key observation targets for the IRS.
As long as you have the ability to pay those high consumption taxes and various property taxes,
Even if the IRS discovers some cases of tax evasion or under-reporting, they will turn a blind eye.
But once you are no longer able to maintain high consumption, or when the US Government needs it,
They will pounce like hungry wolves, confiscate all assets under your name, and tear you apart until not even bone fragments are left.
In the US, among all government departments, the IRS is undoubtedly the most difficult one to deal with.
Like the FBI and CIA, these special US departments,
It not only has its own agents but also has independent courts, prisons, and even armed forces.
Therefore, even for a transmigrator like Hunter,
Before he had his own foundation, he was unwilling to easily provoke a behemoth like the IRS.
He didn't want to be targeted by the IRS now,
Lest he cause himself big trouble in the future.
Stella walked silently to the sign of the dilapidated farm, stroking the already tilted sign with a very sorrowful expression.
Hunter saw it but didn't say anything.
The farm was locked. Stella walked to the lock and looked at Hunter.
He immediately understood her meaning, nodded, and like a magic trick, took out a metal wire from his private space.
After walking to the lock and fiddling with it for about ten seconds,
The lock was safely opened, and the two then entered the dilapidated farm.
The farm wasn't very large, only about a hundred or two hundred acres.
In the US, this size could only be considered a small or even micro-farm.
When Hunter had the idea of buying a farm a few days ago, he had checked online.
There are two to three million farms in the US, with an average size of over two or three thousand acres.
Therefore, this farm really wasn't considered large.
In one corner of the farm were several buildings: a wooden house, a garage, and two sizable barns.
Stella seemed very familiar with this place. She walked ahead of Hunter with her long legs, heading straight for one of the barns.
Hunter followed behind her. Besides occasionally looking around, his gaze fell on Stella most of the time.
The two soon arrived at the large barn. Stella turned to look at him.
Hunter nodded understandingly, stepped forward, and after fiddling with the padlock hanging on the barn door for a while, quickly opened it.
Stella then pulled the door open and walked into the barn.
The barn was large, probably several hundred square meters.
However, Hunter, who walked in covering his nose and mouth,
Noticed that inside this barn, apart from some farm tools visible at a glance, most of the place was empty.
Well, except for one corner.
"Follow me!"
Stella didn't mind the dust here at all. As soon as she entered, it was as if her childhood memories had been awakened.
She looked around the barn affectionately for a while,
Before signaling Hunter to follow her to a corner of the barn.
Hunter nodded and followed behind her.
The two soon arrived at the corner and saw four wooden tables joined together.
On the wooden tables were many tools already covered in dust, and there were several shelves against the wall nearby, clearly filled with various types of locks and small safes.
Not far away, there was also a pile of things covered by a tarp.
Through several holes in the tarp, Hunter could vaguely see what looked like some safes inside.
---Seeking Flowers--- "This is my father's farm!"
Stella walked to the dusty wooden table and picked up a tool, her face full of memories.
After a period of silence, she spoke as if talking to herself.
"In the past, this was where he taught me various Lockpicking techniques."
"He once said he wanted to retire here."
"Grow some corn, raise some cattle, feed a few horses, and then never leave me again."
Hunter could hear the sorrow in Stella's words.
It made sense; the father she depended on for survival was suddenly gone.
It was impossible for Stella not to hate Steve, or even Charlie.
It was quite impressive she could endure it... After thinking for a bit, Hunter then spoke up, "I've heard about the grudge between your father and Steve."
"Stella, as a reward for you teaching me Lockpicking Skill,"
"I will find an opportunity to kill Steve and complete your revenge."
His words successfully brought Stella out of her sorrow.
She was pulled back from the memories of her father and the past.
She subconsciously looked up at Hunter, who was also looking at her with a serious expression.
"A life for a life, a debt for a debt."
"This is a saying that has been passed down for thousands of years in an Eastern country."
"Since you've taught me Lockpicking techniques, you're like a mentor to me."
"I am willing to avenge your father's death for you."
This time, there were no schemes or calculations.
Hunter was indeed touched by Slater's sorrow as she reminisced about her father, which led him to make this decision.
"Thank you, but that won't be necessary."
Slater looked at his serious face, feeling a bit moved.
However, she shook her head, not wanting to discuss the topic any further.
"Hunter, I already called the company on my way here to let them know I won't be coming in for a while."
"Consider it a vacation for myself; we'll stay here at the farm for the next few days."
"During this time, I'll properly teach you how to pick locks."
"Alright!"
Hunter nodded seriously, knowing that his Lockpicking Skill was finally about to see a rapid improvement...
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