The moment the gunshots rang out in the apartment building...
Léon, who happened to have no assignment today and was staying in his apartment without going out...
Suddenly leaped up from the sofa where he was resting.
He quickly grabbed a gun and went to the front door.
He removed the lock cylinder from the door handle he had tampered with.
Then, looking through the hole in the door handle, Léon cautiously went on alert.
The apartment building hadn't been peaceful lately, and Léon had noticed this too.
First, about ten days ago, someone installed surveillance at the main entrance of the building.
Furthermore, Léon also knew that someone had broken into the sixth floor and entered the apartment directly across from his own.
Although Léon had social barriers and wasn't good at dealing with people...
He was no fool; on the contrary, he was very intelligent.
Léon remembered that the person renting the apartment across from him was a young asian handsome guy.
That asian handsome guy also had some unspeakable relationship with that voluptuous wife from his neighbor's house.
On many nights, Léon had seen the charming neighbor, Mrs. Maggie, entering the apartment rented by the asian handsome guy across the hall more than once.
Then, a few hours later, Mrs. Maggie would emerge from the apartment across the hall with a look of exhaustion and satisfaction, leaning against the wall as she walked out.
Even though Léon the Hitman had never had any romantic history, let alone an adult life...
It didn't mean he was completely ignorant of such things.
After all, American television stations had adult programs on their late-night channels.
While Léon wasn't interested, he had been curious in the past and had watched them.
So he could roughly guess what was happening between the charming neighbor, Mrs. Maggie...
And that asian handsome guy living across from him.
Precisely because he discovered that the asian handsome guy didn't seem simple either...
Even though Léon had encountered him a few times in the building and the other party was very friendly...
Léon had always maintained his guard and kept him at a distance.
His subconscious told him that the asian handsome guy would be trouble.
Equally troublesome was Léon's other neighbor, Mrs. Maggie's husband, Michael.
Léon had investigated that guy when he first moved in; he was a somewhat down-and-out thug.
However, some time ago, this guy had somehow gotten mixed up with Corrupt Police Officer Stanfield.
As a hitman, Léon knew a lot of unknown information.
For example, Stanfield, a senior agent of the Los Angeles Narcotics Bureau, was also a notorious drug lord in private.
This guy was very difficult to deal with, and his methods were extremely sinister.
Consequently, many people had actually entertained the thought of hiring a hitman to deal with Stanfield.
Léon's handler had also received similar inquiries.
However, Stanfield's identity was too special.
On the surface, he was a senior agent of the Drug Enforcement Bureau, and his handler worried that if they killed this guy, the government would intervene and investigate seriously.
So, he had turned down several assignments regarding Stanfield for Léon.
He hadn't expected his neighbor to one day get mixed up with Stanfield.
Léon held his weapon, cautiously on alert.
He then heard a few more gunshots, and amidst the screams, the noise seemed to gradually recede into the distance.
He quickly ran to the window and observed from above for a while.
Once he confirmed those people had left, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, put his gun away, and hid it again.
Meanwhile, in the FBI Los Angeles Field Office dozens of kilometers away...
In an office, several senior FBI Agents and the person in charge gathered together.
Lying on the table in the office was a letter that had already been opened.
The Director of the FBI Los Angeles Field Office, Philo Harris, quickly finished reading the letter.
Then he looked at them and asked, "Gentlemen, is there something wrong with this tip-off letter?"
As the Director of the FBI Los Angeles Field Office, Philo Harris's daily work was very complex.
Most of the time, he was actually busy dealing with squabbles between the Los Angeles police system, the drug enforcement system, and the IRS.
Specific action plans and cases were rarely sent to his desk.
But today, his subordinates had brought one.
After several senior agents exchanged glances, they looked toward a Black Deputy Director standing to the side.
The Black Deputy Director felt their gazes and took the initiative to speak: "Director, this appears to be just an ordinary drug tip-off."
"However, it shouldn't be that simple."
"You might not know, but the apartment where the person named Michael, who was reported for hiding drugs, lives..."
"...is the exact same apartment building where another person of interest currently under FBI surveillance resides."
"At the same time, regarding that Stanfield mentioned in the case..."
"...we in the FBI have actually heard of him long ago; he's a very troublesome fellow."
Upon hearing this, Philo Harris immediately perked up.
He instantly looked at the Black Deputy Director, "Frye, can you be more specific?"
"Alright!"
The Black Deputy Director nodded and continued: "In the apartment building where Michael lives, the target the FBI is monitoring is named Hunter Sun, a young Chinese-American."
"Someone has confirmed that he may be involved in the California Highway Robbery Case we've been following up on lately."
"Hunter Sun likely didn't participate in those dozen or so highway robberies."
"But intelligence suggests he might be dating Mia Toretto, the sister of Dominic Toretto, who has already fled and vanished without a trace."
"We suspect Hunter Sun is still in contact with the Toretto siblings, so we've been monitoring him lately."
Philo Harris frowned: "From what you're saying, you haven't found any evidence yet?"
The Black Deputy Director opened his mouth but nodded helplessly.
"Yes, we haven't been able to grasp any evidence, nor can we temporarily confirm if he's still in contact with the Toretto siblings."
"This kid is very cautious; he's shaken off our agents several times while being followed during the day."
"This makes us suspect whether he has already discovered he's under surveillance."
Philo Harris frowned in thought for a moment before continuing to ask: "What's the deal with that Stanfield?"
"He's a senior agent in the Drug Enforcement Bureau. We've heard a lot of rumors and suspect this guy might be using his position to secretly traffic drugs!"
With that one sentence, Philo Harris suddenly understood..
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