Late at night, Los Angeles Chinatown.
Inside an apartment!
Hunter glanced at Tali, who was already fast asleep.
He lightly pecked her cheek and then immediately got out of bed.
After quickly changing his clothes, he opened the door and left Tali's residence.
Tonight, Hunter felt that Stanfield would definitely cause trouble.
However, none of that was his concern.
But tonight, Hunter also intended to cause some trouble.
He wanted to throw Los Angeles into chaos, leaving the FBI with no time to look after themselves for a long period to come.
No time or energy to pay attention to him anymore.
And to achieve all this, relying solely on one Stanfield wouldn't be enough.
Therefore, Hunter had to work a bit harder tonight.
After putting some distance between himself and Tali's apartment, he found a public restroom.
He went inside to quickly disguise himself, then immediately left the restroom and rushed toward his first destination.
It had been about ten days since he discovered he was being watched by the FBI.
During these ten days, Hunter had done many things in the shadows.
For example, he secretly followed and noted down the home addresses of several FBI Agents.
For example, he investigated and tracked several middle and high-level officials from the Drug Enforcement Bureau, confirming their residences.
During the day, after obtaining the bribery records from Stanfield's residence...
Because time was so tight, he only had enough time during the day to investigate the residence of one gang leader who supplied narcotics to Stanfield.
Along with the residences of two Los Angeles officials who had previously accepted bribes from Stanfield, and one congressman.
What Hunter wanted to do was to cause a major scene tonight.
While the water wasn't muddy enough yet, he would stir it up to make it even murkier.
After that, it would be time for Hunter to sit back and watch the show.
Riding the motorcycle whose paint job he had changed in the afternoon, Hunter quickly arrived at an ordinary street-side road.
At the entrance of a deserted alley, he stored the motorcycle into his private space.
Immediately after, Hunter glanced at a three-story street-side apartment building not far away.
Then he walked straight to the building opposite the apartment, following the water pipes and air conditioning units on that building's exterior wall.
Before long, he climbed to the roof of the fifth floor.
After reaching the roof, Hunter first took out a military-grade night vision binocular he had purchased at a high price from the black market.
Holding it, he carefully observed a room on the third floor of the target apartment for a while.
An FBI Agent lived in that apartment.
He had once monitored and followed Hunter for a period of time; now, consider it his bad luck.
Because Hunter successfully counter-tracked him and found his home address.
So tonight, he would be the first prey in Hunter's hunt.
Did they really think he would have no temper after being monitored and wiretapped by the FBI for ten days?
No, no, no, Hunter just didn't want to go up against a powerful organization like the FBI for the time being.
But that didn't mean Hunter had no temper at all.
Now, it was time for the FBI to taste his wrath.
Through the military night vision binoculars, he could clearly see into a bedroom on the third floor of the opposite apartment.
A man was currently lying in bed, sleeping soundly.
Seeing this, a cold sneer appeared on Hunter's lips, and he quickly took out a pre-assembled sniper rifle from his private space.
It was a police-issue Remington M700PSS sniper rifle ordered by the Drug Enforcement Bureau that he had swiped from Stanfield's place.
At a distance of only a few dozen meters, Hunter didn't even need a scope to be confident in hitting the target with one shot.
However, he still aimed carefully, and after ensuring everything was foolproof, he pulled the trigger at the FBI Agent on the third floor of the apartment opposite him.
"Bang!"
Accompanied by a loud and dull gunshot in the dark night.
On the third floor of the opposite apartment, the FBI Agent whom Hunter had aimed at in the chest was accurately struck by a sniper bullet at close range.
With a slight twitch, his life faded away.
The dull gunshot in the night immediately caused noise to erupt from the homes of some nearby residents who had already gone to sleep.
Seeing lights turning on in several houses, Hunter coldly put the sniper rifle into his private space.
He didn't bother to collect the fallen shell casing; that was 'evidence' he had intentionally left behind.
Afterward, Hunter skillfully climbed back down the building.
He ran at full speed for over a hundred meters before taking out his motorcycle in a deserted spot and Driving away from that street.
Twenty-some minutes later, another sniper rifle shot rang out.
Fifty-some minutes later, a third sniper rifle shot rang out.
An hour and a half later, a fourth sniper rifle shot rang out.
Two hours later, a fifth sniper rifle shot rang out.
Three hours later, Hunter skillfully picked a lock and entered a high-end apartment.
He walked into the apartment quietly, holding a suppressed pistol in one hand and a spray bottle filled with Sevoflurane (an anesthetic) in the other.
He skillfully checked two rooms in the apartment and confirmed they both contained children.
---Requesting Flowers--- Hunter didn't bother them, merely giving a couple of casual sprays from the Sevoflurane bottle toward the children on the bed.
Then, he walked straight into the last bedroom.
With the help of the moonlight, Hunter confirmed a middle-aged white couple was lying in the bed.
Holding his breath, he first sprayed the anesthetic toward the noses and mouths of the middle-aged white couple several times.
Then, Hunter picked up a pillow and pressed it over the middle-aged white man's head, pointing the suppressed muzzle at the head beneath the pillow.
He pulled the trigger, followed by a low "thud" of a gunshot.
Without even looking, Hunter turned around, walked straight out of the apartment, closed the door, and left.
Over an hour later, Hunter stood on the roof of an old apartment building.
Having climbed with effort up the side wall to the roof...
Hunter first took a bundle of climbing rope from his private space and tied it securely to a spot on the roof.
After double-checking to ensure it was tied firmly enough...
Hunter then walked to the iron door leading to the seventh floor and saw it was locked.
He spent a little time opening the iron door.
Then, Hunter cautiously made his way downstairs.
As he followed the stairs and was about to reach the seventh floor, he took out a grenade ordered by the Drug Enforcement Bureau from his private space and placed it on the stairs.
Then he carefully peeked into the corridor and instantly saw two burly men holding submachine guns, standing somewhat listlessly outside a room door.
Hunter immediately took out another grenade, pulled the pin, counted a few seconds in his head, and then threw it toward them.
The grenade flew accurately to the side of the two burly men; in the next moment, before they could react, it exploded.
The roar of the explosion immediately alerted the entire building.
Knowing his time was limited, Hunter quickly dashed toward where the two men had just been.
In just a breath's time, he reached the room where they were located.
Without even looking at the mangled corpses on the ground...
Hunter kicked the door, which was already shattered but not completely blown open.
With three times the leg strength of an ordinary adult male, he kicked open the security door that had just been affected by the close-range grenade explosion.
Hunter then raised his suppressed pistol and quickly rushed into the room... PS: New book released, recommending my old book [supernatural: i have a small world].
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