This was a room with decorations that were somewhat luxurious, even to the point of being described as extravagant.
On a large bed in the room, a burly man with brownish-red skin had clearly been startled awake by the explosion just now.
He had already gotten out of bed and was about to pick up his pajamas from the floor.
And on that large bed, there were actually two naked, hot-bodied women lying there.
One was bleary-eyed, and the other had just sat up.
Unfortunately, the skin they exposed did not catch Hunter's attention.
His gaze was locked firmly on the burly man as he raised his gun.
"Wait!"
The burly man wanted to speak, but Hunter gave him no chance and pulled the trigger.
"Pop!"
"Pop!"
"Pop!"
Three consecutive shots, all three hitting the burly man's body.
The two hot and sexy girls on the bed were finally fully awake now.
They hurriedly hugged each other, letting out screams and pleas for mercy.
"Ah!"
"Don't kill us!"
Hunter didn't pay them any mind; unless absolutely necessary, he didn't stoop to hurting children, the elderly, or women.
Seeing that this unlucky gang leader, whose residence he had tracked down, had already fallen and couldn't get up...
Hunter glanced at the blood pooling on the floor, turned around, and quickly left.
"See if you're lucky enough to survive."
Because of the Shooting angle just now, although all three of his shots hit the gang leader...
But not a single shot hit a vital organ.
If he were sent to the hospital for emergency treatment in time, his life might still be saved.
Hunter didn't absolutely have to kill him, so he didn't fire any follow-up shots.
Besides, coming here to kill him was just to cause a bit more trouble for the Drug Enforcement Bureau, or rather, for Stanfield.
It was also to pull the FBI, who would investigate afterward, into an even more chaotic whirlpool.
Whether that gang leader lived or died didn't matter.
Just as he rushed out the door, Hunter heard a commotion coming from the direction of the stairs.
His heart tightened, and he took out another grenade.
He grabbed it and rushed toward the stairs. At the moment he dashed toward the rooftop, he pulled the pin and threw the grenade toward the stairs on the sixth floor.
The moment he burst through the iron rooftop door, the sound of an explosion and screams rang out.
Hunter had no time to worry about that!
He quickly picked up the climbing rope he had tied beforehand and looped it slightly around himself.
He immediately walked to the edge of the roof's outer wall, then constantly controlled the rope, descending slowly jump by jump.
He had just descended to the third floor when he heard a noise from the rooftop.
Soon, someone discovered the climbing rope, and others rushed to the outer wall.
Hunter looked up and locked eyes with the gang members above for a split second. The next moment, he saw someone raise a submachine gun.
Hunter's expression changed, and he quickly tugged on his rappelling rope.
The next moment, he suddenly plummeted from mid-air, seven or eight meters high.
Just as he was about to hit the ground, Hunter timed it perfectly. At a height of two or three meters, he reached out and grabbed a windowsill on the wall to break his fall.
Then, he landed steadily on the ground.
"Da da da da!"
The sound of submachine gun fire from above followed immediately.
Hunter could no longer bother with concealment and ran at full speed to escape.
He kept running in an S-pattern to avoid the gunfire from the rooftop.
Once he rushed into a nearby alley, he quickly took out his motorcycle from his private space.
He started it up instantly and, amidst angry curses and gunfire, disappeared into the final darkness before dawn.
Over an hour later, after taking a large detour outside,
Hunter, who had stopped midway to change the motorcycle's license plate and restored his original appearance, finally returned to Tali's residence.
"Phew, it's finally over!"
After opening the apartment door and entering Tali's apartment,
Hunter quickly double-locked the door, then went to the bathroom to take another shower.
He washed away all the makeup, gunpowder residue, and the smell of blood from his body!
Afterward, Hunter dried himself off, changed into a clean pair of boxers, and walked toward the bedroom.
He didn't plan on running around for the rest of the day.
At most, he would accompany Tali for a stroll around Chinatown.
Then he'd buy some groceries and cook a sumptuous dinner to celebrate Hunter's escape from the FBI's 'attention'.
As for breakfast and lunch!
He probably wouldn't need them anymore!
Not long after he lay back on the bed, Tali, who was still sleeping, was soon awakened.
Feeling the sudden increase in weight on her body, Tali immediately snapped out of her half-asleep state.
"Stop it!"
She reached out discontentedly, trying to push away Hunter's hands that were kneading her.
"We tossed and turned for so long last night, let me sleep a bit longer..."
Unfortunately!
Hunter didn't answer her at all!
Having just come back from a very intense few hours,
he now needed some vigorous exercise to calm his excited mood.
Tali soon realized something from Hunter's persistence and silence.
She grumbled a few words in a low, dissatisfied voice, then stopped complaining with slightly flushed cheeks and let him continue his antics.
Two hours later!
Hunter lit a cigarette for himself and took a long, satisfying puff.
Beside him, Tali went back to her morning nap.
After quietly doing so many big things over the past two days, Hunter really wished there was someone he could talk to.
He wanted to tell them everything he had done over the past few days, from the various plans targeting the FBI, the Drug Enforcement Bureau, Michael, and Stanfield,
to his final harvest, telling them every single detail.
But he knew very well that even Tali, who was currently most attached to him,
this young girl he had rescued from a den of monsters who never disobeyed or resisted him,
he still couldn't tell Tali these things.
It wasn't just because of his plans and actions.
If they were ever exposed, they would be enough to send Hunter to prison for hundreds or even thousands of years.
If he were truly sentenced, in a place where the death penalty wasn't easily given to prisoners,
with Hunter's asian identity, there was a high probability he would enjoy the 'death penalty package'.
Moreover, if he really had to explain it,
the abilities he displayed during the implementation of those plans were truly hard to explain clearly.
So, the best choice
was to keep everything bottled up inside and act as if nothing had happened.
He, Hunter, was just a slightly capable, somewhat wealthy, and very popular Chinese-American handsome guy who was entangled with women.
This might be quite nice too!
After finishing two cigarettes, Hunter suddenly felt a bit sleepy.
He glanced at the brightening sky outside.
Then he curled his lip and turned over to hug Tali, who had recently started losing weight but was still pleasantly plump.
Soon, he drifted off into dreamland.
Meanwhile, Los Angeles had fallen into a state of chaos because of Hunter...
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