The sun set, the sky dyed red by the afterglow.
Night was finally about to descend.
After washing the dinner plate, Hunter casually put it in the dish cabinet.
He picked up a rag, wiped his hands, and sat down on the sofa in the cabin to rest.
"The people from the Los Angeles Police Department, for some reason, seem to have left."
"They should take some action tonight."
A few days ago, after Hunter was summoned and interrogated by the Los Angeles Police Department again, he felt that the people monitoring him had increased.
Clearly, the Los Angeles Police Department was still suspicious that it was Hunter who killed Charlie Clock and the others.
In fact, they had guessed correctly.
Unfortunately, Hunter had always been cautious.
He had not left too much usable information for the Los Angeles Police Department to confirm that he was the murderer.
During the three assassination attempts that night, the opponent seemed to have captured several groups of him riding his motorcycle through surveillance footage from some nearby streets.
However, Hunter had always been cautious.
During that night's operations, after each assassination was completed, he would spend a little time making some changes to his motorcycle and his clothes.
This resulted in the Los Angeles Police Department actually being unable to determine whether the motorcyclist filmed that night was the same person, or if it was really Hunter!
Without evidence, and Hunter was not short of money.
He hired Scott Lyman, an Irish-American lawyer.
He was one of the most notorious gold-medal lawyers in Los Angeles and also one of the lawyers with the highest win rates.
Previously, when Dominic and the others were arrested by the Los Angeles Police Department, Hunter had hired Scott Lyman to provide legal aid to Dominic.
With money paving the way, Scott Lyman easily bailed Dominic out.
And at that time, Dominic and the others had already been confirmed by the Los Angeles Police Department to have charges against them.
Moreover, Dominic was already being targeted by the FBI at the time.
But even so, Scott Lyman was worth every us dollar Hunter spent on him.
Now, Hunter was just one of the suspects in the eyes of the Los Angeles Police Department.
And they could not produce any evidence.
Therefore, they could only send people to track Hunter, hoping to find any evidence.
However, clearly, the plainclothes police from the Los Angeles Police Department were far from comparable to the FBI agents in terms of tracking ability.
Hunter discovered them the first time, only pretending not to know.
In the past few days, they had followed him all the way from Los Angeles to Pomona City, and then to this farm, watching him secretly.
Hunter's five senses were extremely sharp now, so he naturally noticed that in addition to the clumsy trackers sent by the Los Angeles Police Department, there were others secretly eyeing him these past few days.
He suspected that the reason those killers—who were likely Jane's colleagues—hadn't made a move against him yet...
...was precisely because they had also discovered the plainclothes officers from the LAPD who were monitoring him.
But today, the plainclothes officers from the LAPD had clearly withdrawn.
Hunter still remembered that while he was working on the farm this afternoon, he had clearly felt a sense of threat.
Someone had obviously been aiming a gun at him.
It was clear that the second batch of killers sent by the Assassin Company, the one Jane likely belonged to, had arrived.
They probably couldn't hold back any longer!
Barring any accidents, they should be coming tonight.
"Don't let me down!"
After staying in the wooden cabin on the farm for a while, Hunter walked out.
For the past few days, he had been taking a walk around the farm every day after dinner.
A farm of 297 acres, when converted to the units used in Chinese, was roughly 1,800 mu.
There were several hundred acres of farmland and over a thousand acres of woodland.
It was enough for Hunter to have a good walk and digest his food.
Of course, whether he was really just going for a post-dinner stroll to digest his food was something only he knew.
After sitting in the cabin for a bit, Hunter checked the time and felt it was about right.
At that moment, he stepped out of the wooden cabin.
Just like the previous few days, he started walking toward the woodland.
A 297-acre farm didn't even count as a medium-sized farm in the US.
But Hunter didn't mind at all.
He liked the prosperity and bustle of Los Angeles, but he also enjoyed the leisure and farm work of the countryside.
Although these were two completely different lifestyles, Hunter loved them both.
"Once I have more legitimate ways to make money in the future, I'll buy up all the surrounding farms."
"I'll see if I can create a farm that covers at least ten thousand acres!"
While leisurely strolling through his own farm, Hunter's thoughts wandered.
His farm, like the surrounding ones, was actually lying fallow.
It seemed the previous owner had lost heavily in the stock market and was forced to sell the farm.
Inside the ranch farm, the 120-plus acres suitable for planting were currently growing forage grass suitable for fallowing.
This year, at least until autumn, he couldn't expect any output from the farm.
However, there was an endless expanse of lush, green forage grass.
Although the farm Hunter bought didn't look like it was growing very well because it was far from a water source,
it was still very pleasing to the eye in this season.
Since coming to the farm, Hunter had enjoyed listening quietly to the chirping of insects and birds while walking.
It always made him reminisce about many beautiful memories from his childhood in his previous life.
He hadn't walked far when Hunter keenly felt it.
The feeling from this afternoon had appeared once again.
"These guys really aren't hiding at all."
"Didn't Jane tell them that when she tried to take me out with a sniper rifle before, I dodged it?"
Feeling that prickling sensation of warning on his back, Hunter knew that somewhere in the shadows, a gun was likely aimed at him.
Because the other party hadn't made a move, he couldn't be sure where these killers—presumably from Jane's company—were currently hiding.
He could only take it one step at a time!
Meanwhile, on a hillside several miles away,
a man with a sniper rifle aimed at Hunter's body was also getting a bit impatient.
"I've locked onto him. Just a light pull of the trigger and he's dead."
"Hey, when exactly are we going to act?"
Beside him, Jane could hear his impatience.
Her sexy red lips curved slightly as she remembered the scene where she had missed twice that day.
So, she shrugged indifferently.
"Don't ask me. Since I failed to complete the commission,
the glory of killing the target no longer has anything to do with me."
The man glanced at her, seeing that Jane wasn't stopping him.
After exchanging a look with another companion nearby, who was also from the US Navy SEALs,
he spoke decisively into his headset.
"Fine, I'm taking the shot."
Without waiting for his companion's reply,
he decisively pulled the trigger!
Bang!
After the low thud of the sniper rifle, Hunter, more than 1,400 meters away, suddenly fell at the sound and disappeared from their field of vision...
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