"Cunning!"
Having finally found the place where Stanfield might have hidden his assets, Hunter was in a great mood.
He checked the time and found that after some delay, it was now past ten in the morning.
Although he couldn't be sure if Stanfield would return at noon...
...disappearing from the FBI's sight for a long time was undoubtedly a very dangerous thing.
Immediately, Hunter began to speed up.
He reached out and not only tapped and searched on the stone wall under the stairs, but also listened carefully to the changes in sound, looking for a possible mechanism.
Not long after, when Hunter's hand tapped an inconspicuous corner on the stone wall under the stairs...
...some slight mechanical sounds appeared!
Relying on his current physical fitness, which was more than three times that of an ordinary person, Hunter keenly captured that mechanical sound.
His eyes lighting up, he immediately pressed down hard there.
"Click!"
Accompanied by a mechanical sound of springs and gears grinding, the stone wall, which originally only had some rough textures that looked like patterns...
...a section of the stone wall suddenly moved, revealing a small door less than one and a half meters high and about half a meter wide.
"Found it!"
Hunter quickly took out a tactical flashlight, while his other hand once again held the makeup mirror to carefully inspect the inside.
To his surprise, there were no so-called traps inside.
The space behind the stone wall was not large, only about one square meter in size.
In the space behind the stone wall under the stairs, there was a ladder leading straight down.
Hunter didn't hesitate at all and climbed down the ladder directly.
He estimated that after climbing down about four or five meters, he could smell a faint musty odor and the scent of wine.
So he quickened his climbing speed, and after descending another meter or two, he felt his feet touch the ground.
The surrounding temperature seemed to have dropped a bit, and his field of vision became wider.
"It's a passage!"
Hunter picked up the tactical flashlight and carefully looked around.
On one side of him, there was an interval of less than a meter to the wall of the passage.
Hunter went up and tapped it, confirming that it was solid behind.
Looking to the other side, he saw that the passage was not long, only about five or six meters.
The passage was about 2.2 or 2.3 meters high and just over a meter wide.
Hunter took a cursory glance; it seemed to be built of concrete.
Judging by the marks left on the walls, it seemed to have been built for a long time.
After looking thoughtfully for a few moments, Hunter continued to walk to the other side of the passage, where there was a large, locked steel door.
As he approached it, the smile on his face could no longer be hidden.
This kind of old-fashioned lock couldn't stop Hunter at all.
After carefully feeling and checking for a while to make sure there were no traps around...
...Hunter casually took out Lockpicking tools from his private space.
In this underground passage several meters deep, Stanfield had not installed surveillance cameras.
For Hunter, this was undoubtedly a good thing.
After fiddling with it for a dozen seconds or so, there was a click.
The lock was opened. Hunter quickly turned the handle and pushed open the steel door.
Along with the heavy steel door being pushed open came a low grinding sound.
Instantly, a wave of cool air surged from behind the steel door.
Surging toward Hunter along with it was a faint musty smell and a rich aroma of wine.
Hunter's spirits couldn't help but be lifted, and after pushing open the steel door, he quickly walked inside.
In the next moment, illuminated by his tactical flashlight, an underground space of about seventy or eighty square meters and four meters high, seemingly constructed entirely of reinforced concrete, was fully exposed to his vision.
This underground space appeared to have been built for some time.
Hunter used the flashlight's beam to quickly scan the interior.
Within this underground space, there were some ventilation facilities and a set of heavy, rusted power generation equipment.
However, it seemed that because the power generation equipment was too heavy...
Stanfield had not removed it, leaving it to remain in this underground space.
Clearly, this underground space was not built by Stanfield.
It was likely built by the original owner when the villa was first constructed.
According to the information Hunter had gathered recently, the villa seemed to have been built during the Cold War era.
Considering that crazy era, whether Americans, Soviets, or people from other countries, everyone worried that a conflict between the two superpowers might lead to the outbreak of nuclear war.
Undoubtedly, this must have been the private shelter built by the villa's original owner for himself and his family to prepare for a potential nuclear war.
With the help of his tactical flashlight, Hunter discovered a button near the entrance that seemed to be connected to the lights here.
He immediately stepped forward and pressed the button.
The next moment, two orange lights flickered on in the underground space, illuminating the area brightly.
At the same time, a piercing alarm sound rang out.
Hunter was stunned at first, then his expression changed drastically.
"Damn it!"
It must be because he hadn't encountered any traps or alarm devices along the way after breaking into Stanfield's villa today.
As a result, Hunter's vigilance had decreased significantly over time.
"Not good, I need to leave as soon as possible."
Hunter didn't know how long it would take after the alarm sounded...
...for Stanfield to return to the villa!
But one thing he was certain of was that he had to leave quickly... Right now, with the help of the two lights in the underground space...
Hunter took a few quick steps and scanned all the items placed in the underground space.
This underground space had obviously become the place where Stanfield stored his private valuables after he discovered it.
There were quite a few things collected by Stanfield and placed here.
Near one wall, there were twenty or thirty boxes of various sizes.
Just like the boxes Hunter had found in the villa's attic earlier, they were all stamped with the letters DEA.
Unsurprisingly, they contained standard-issue weapons and equipment that Stanfield had siphoned from the Drug Enforcement Bureau.
Without hesitation, Hunter collected all these items into his private space.
Anyway, as he had been spending money to increase his skill proficiency during this period...
...while his skill levels rose, the size of Hunter's private space also continued to expand.
By now, his private space had grown to over a hundred cubic meters.
Packing and taking everything in the underground space might be a bit of a stretch.
But taking most of the things here was no problem.
Knowing time was of the essence, Hunter didn't have time to carefully open and inspect the boxes.
After quickly taking the Drug Enforcement Bureau's weapons and equipment, he soon moved to the other side.
Several large oak barrels were placed there, seemingly storing fine wine; the aroma Hunter smelled came from here.
He wasn't very interested in alcohol; although he drank occasionally, it was mostly beer.
However, as he got closer and saw clearly, Hunter's eyes couldn't help but light up.
It turned out that each of the oak barrels had a wooden plaque hanging on it.
They recorded what kind of wine was stored inside, which estate it was brewed at, and which day it was barreled.
Hunter's gaze swept over them quickly and saw that even the youngest barrel of Whiskey had been aging for five years.
The other four barrels were around seven or eight years old.
But two of them had actually been stored for over forty years.
It looked like Stanfield had discovered them in this underground space after buying the villa and transferred them into new oak barrels for storage.
He just didn't know if those two barrels of Brandy, stored for so long, were still drinkable.
Besides these wines, Hunter also saw a row of four wine cabinets filled with various imported liquors that looked extraordinary just by their bottles and packaging.
He didn't hesitate, following the principle that a thief shouldn't leave empty-handed.
Hunter stepped forward and swept the seven oak barrels of aged wine and dozens of bottles of precious imported liquor into his private space...
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