With his fingers constantly exerting force, Hunter relied on his physical fitness, which was now three times that of an average adult male.
Even though there were only a few protrusions on the outer wall of Stanfield's villa for temporary gripping,
he still climbed upward rapidly like a spider.
Before long, he had reached a height of over five meters on the outer wall.
Clack!
One hand grabbed the outer edge of a window; Hunter held onto the wall with a single hand, temporarily freeing his other hand.
He reached out into the air, and from his private space, he pulled out a small vanity mirror with his free hand.
Holding it with one hand, Hunter controlled the force in his other arm.
His body rose slowly, and soon the vanity mirror in his hand allowed him to see inside through the window above.
Hunter checked carefully and patiently for a while, and after confirming there were no surveillance cameras in the corridor inside the window,
he put the mirror away with peace of mind, and then gripped the windowsill with his other hand as well.
Then, a burst of strength three times that of a normal adult male erupted.
Hunter's body was quickly hoisted up, soon reaching the level of the window.
Using his head to push open the second-floor window, which already had a gap for ventilation, he exerted force with both arms and leaped inside.
With a smooth slip through the opening, Hunter had entered Stanfield's home.
Whew!
He shook his arms a few times to soothe the tingling sensation coming from them.
Hunter quickly began to conduct a serious inspection.
He was in no hurry to go to the first floor; seeing that there was no surveillance on the second floor of Stanfield's villa, he figured there probably wasn't anything worth noting there.
However, he still checked the rooms one by one with care.
He didn't know if it was because the owner left in a hurry or if there really was nothing hidden in the house.
In short, on the second floor of Stanfield's house, except for one guest room that was locked, all other rooms could be opened directly.
Although Hunter had already treated his fingerprints, to be safe, after entering the villa, he wiped the magnesium powder off his hands and put on a pair of gloves.
He checked the rooms on the second floor one by one, but in those seemingly ordinary guest rooms, he found nothing at all.
Soon he came to the only locked room on the second floor. Seeing that the room was locked,
he didn't hesitate and quickly took out his Lockpicking tools from his private space.
After fiddling with it for a bit, taking only about ten seconds,
with a soft click, the door was suddenly opened.
He pushed the door open slightly, but Hunter was in no hurry to enter.
He was cautious by nature; even though he had already applied makeup that made him unrecognizable while waiting for Stanfield to go out,
to be safe, Hunter took out a vanity mirror from his private space again.
Then, holding it with one hand, he extended the mirror through the door gap to see behind the door.
Using the mirror's reflection, he quickly checked the areas in the room where surveillance cameras might be installed.
After a full check and confirming that no cameras were installed in the room,
Hunter then pushed the door open and strode in.
What met his eyes was a room about the same size as the other rooms on the second floor.
However, this place had been converted into a private home theater.
Hunter glanced around the room; there was a monitor about sixty inches in size.
Below it were quite a few pieces of projection equipment, and there was also a sectional sofa in the room.
However, after scanning the area, Hunter felt something was off.
"Strange, why would Stanfield lock this room specifically?"
He thought for a moment, and suddenly had an idea.
Subconsciously, he looked up toward the ceiling. After a careful inspection, sure enough, in one corner of the room, he saw an inconspicuous iron ring on the ceiling.
Without moving the sofa, Hunter walked over and jumped, easily leaping two meters high to grab the iron ring.
Then he pulled down hard, accompanied by a series of clicking sounds.
A retractable ladder was brought down!
After pulling it out completely, a ladder about half a meter off the ground was revealed, and there was clearly an attic space above the ladder.
Seeing this, Hunter couldn't help but feel delighted.
Immediately, he hurried up the ladder.
As his head was about to emerge, Hunter once again held up the vanity mirror with one hand to inspect the suspected attic space above.
Although the space inside the attic was somewhat dim,
Hunter had good eyesight. After checking carefully for a while, he indeed found something fishy.
"There's surveillance!"
With the help of the mirror, Hunter indeed discovered surveillance cameras in the attic above.
Instead of being alarmed, he was pleased, knowing he had found the right place.
He quickly climbed up and entered the attic.
The space at the attic entrance wasn't spacious; Hunter had to hunch over to crawl up.
Once inside the attic, he reached behind him and quickly took out a brand-new towel from his private space. After unfolding it, he hurried to the surveillance camera and covered it with the towel.
Although Hunter was confident in the disguise he had painted on himself,
if Stanfield's affairs were exposed and an FBI expert came to investigate, they might still find some clues.
He didn't want to be targeted by the FBI in the future.
At least, until he had the strength to oppose the FBI, he didn't want to provoke them.
After all, those rats had dared to install surveillance in his home just because he had once helped bail out Dominic and the others.
Heaven knows what else they were capable of.
After blocking the camera, Hunter took a tactical flashlight from his tactical waist pouch and began to inspect the attic.
This attic was cleaned quite well.
There wasn't much dust; it was clear that Stanfield came here often.
However, there weren't many things in the attic.
Hunter inspected carefully and saw that within the dozens of square meters of attic space,
over a dozen handguns, large-caliber revolvers, shotguns, and other weapons were hanging on several walls.
At the same time, there were boxes neatly arranged!
He counted them; there were over forty boxes of varying sizes, all printed with the letters DEA.
Hunter recognized it at a glance; it was the abbreviation for the US Drug Enforcement Bureau.
Seeing that the boxes seemed to be of fairly regular sizes,
he thought for a moment and couldn't help but feel delighted.
"Could it be equipment from the Drug Enforcement Bureau?"
He quickly opened one of the boxes, and upon a closer look, his breathing became heavy.
Inside that huge box was an unopened, unused sniper rifle.
On the inner lid of the box, the information for this firearm was printed.
"Remington M700PSS (BDL/DM7)!"
It really was equipment that Stanfield had procured from within the Drug Enforcement Bureau!
Hunter had been studying firearms lately, so he naturally knew about this sniper rifle.
It was a special SWAT version designed by the Remington company specifically for US military and police.
The Remington 700 was already a very popular rifle in the US; civilians could only buy the hunting version or a neutered sniper rifle version.
But this model was equipped with an optical scope, bipod, other accessories, a detachable magazine, and a carrying case.
In reality, compared to the civilian versions Hunter could buy in a gun store, it not only had a longer range and higher precision but also a larger caliber.
It probably wouldn't be much inferior even compared to the military version.
"Good stuff!"
Looking at the dozens of boxes of different sizes in the attic, Hunter immediately realized that he definitely hadn't come in vain this time...
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