As soon as dawn broke the next day, Hunter woke up.
Putting on a bathrobe and getting out of bed, he walked unhurriedly to the window.
Reaching out to pull a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of thin air, Hunter lit one for himself.
He wasn't worried that any of this would be seen by anyone.
During last night's 'punishment game', Hunter had let loose a little.
A few days ago, fearing he might hurt Slater, he had always held back and hadn't used his full strength.
As a result of letting loose, Slater was truly 'injured' this time.
Barring any surprises, it would be good if the career-woman could wake up by noon today.
She shouldn't even think about going to work today, and even tomorrow was looking uncertain!
"Lyle, is it..."
Hunter looked at the sky outside as it gradually brightened; he guessed that it must have been Lyle who reported him to the police.
That was what led to him being summoned and interrogated by the Los Angeles Police Department!
However, before Hunter prepared to take action against Charlie's trio, he had already made preparations long ago.
He was very certain that it was impossible for the Los Angeles Police Department to obtain any evidence proving he was the one who did it.
That was enough!
Without evidence, it was useless even if they suspected him!
As for Lyle, Hunter didn't plan on dealing with him.
Firstly, he had been on good terms with Lyle before and had learned a lot of computer and programming techniques from him.
Secondly, how much combat power could a geek who lacked even the strength to truss a chicken possibly have?
Lyle wasn't like Charlie Clock, Playboy Rob, or the bomb-making Black man, Left Ear; he posed no threat to him.
Therefore, Hunter did not intend to deal with him in the same way.
Besides, Lyle was probably in trouble anyway.
When he was invited to the Los Angeles Police Department last night to cooperate with the investigation...
Hunter pretended to hesitate for a long time before revealing it to the police.
Nearly two months ago, he had helped Charlie and the others illegally modify their vehicles.
Ordinary people modify vehicles illegally for nothing more than the pursuit of excitement, at most participating in some unauthorized underground street races.
But the models Charlie and the others modified were clearly not for underground racing.
Hunter detailed everything to the police: Charlie and the others had reinforced the car bodies, swapped in higher-powered engines, and even installed electronic equipment inside the cars.
No matter how you heard it, this wasn't just some casual modification.
He believed that as long as the Los Angeles Police Department wasn't stupid, they would definitely continue the investigation.
And once they continued the investigation, the Los Angeles Police Department would eventually discover Steve's and Charlie's identities as international thieves.
By then, Lyle would naturally keep his mouth shut; otherwise, the more he said, the more trouble he'd be in.
As for Slater, her father was an international thief, but what did that have to do with her?
Over the past few years, Slater's Brief Locksmith Company had helped the Los Angeles Police Department with many matters.
When the Los Angeles Police Department really investigated Steve...
And discovered Slater had been kidnapped by him, Hunter had already prepared an excuse for her.
Slater hadn't actually participated in the theft of the Gold Bricks from Steve's villa, so the Los Angeles Police Department would likely turn a blind eye.
He quickly took a shower, then Hunter prepared a simple yet delicious breakfast for himself.
He also prepared a portion for Slater and put it in the fridge.
After leaving a note on the dining table...
Hunter was someone who couldn't stay idle; although he had recently been requested by the Los Angeles Police Department not to leave California for the time being...
Strolling around Los Angeles was still no problem.
Hunter also needed to consider where to go today to continue increasing the proficiency of a certain skill.
Now that he wasn't short on money and possessed a golden finger that could make him infinitely stronger...
If he didn't continue to strengthen himself and become an omnipotent superman as soon as possible...
That would truly be a waste of Hunter's golden finger!
Closing the door, he walked down the stairs from Slater's apartment.
He arrived at the parking spot; because of the experience of a bomb being placed in his car to threaten his safety the day before yesterday, Hunter had become even more cautious.
After approaching the car, he was in no hurry to open the door and sit inside.
Hunter walked slowly around the car once.
He listened quietly, seriously capturing any possible tiny electronic or mechanical sounds.
Only after confirming there was no noise did he open the door and sit inside the car.
And just as he sat down and fastened his seatbelt...
Suddenly, an unprecedented sense of crisis surged into his heart.
Hunter's expression changed; he didn't know where this feeling came from.
But that hair-raising sensation made it feel as if death was coming straight for him.
In an instant, Hunter thought to himself, "Oh no!"
He subconsciously exerted sudden force with both arms, his strength exploding at the critical moment... in an instant, he tore off one side of the seatbelt buckle.
Then, Hunter lunged forward, his body immediately falling onto the passenger seat.
At almost the same moment his body fell...
"Snap!"
"Bang!"
The front windshield of the ford mustang given to Hunter by Dominic shattered as a bullet pierced through it.
It then pierced the driver's seat where he had just been, leaving a through-and-through bullet hole at chest height.
Hunter's body, clad in a short-sleeved shirt, had barely grazed that bullet hole, missing it by only a few centimeters.
After the sound of shattering glass and the gunshot rang out...
He immediately turned to look at the seat, and Hunter's face instantly turned grim.
"7.62mm caliber, likely from a sniper rifle..."
During this time, Hunter had already thoroughly familiarized himself with the terrain around Slater's apartment.
With a quick glance at the bullet hole and the cracks in the glass, his logical thinking ability, brought about by an intelligence more than three times that of an average adult male, kicked in.
In just a few breaths, Hunter determined where the bullet had come from.
"Forty-degree direction, over three hundred and seventy meters away, Scana Apartment, rooftop terrace."
With a sniper rifle watching him, Hunter didn't dare stand up; he reached out and quickly opened the passenger door.
After the door was open, he regained his composure and opened the driver's door as well.
However, Hunter didn't push it open like he did with the passenger side.
Until a minute or two later, he suddenly kicked the driver's door.
Then he lunged out quickly, diving through the door by the driver's seat.
He then dodged to the side of the car, avoiding the line of sight of the sniper who might be watching from the shadows.
He waited cautiously for a while, then suddenly took out a bulletproof helmet from his private space—one he had found in Stanfield's villa, which Stanfield had embezzled from the Drug Enforcement Bureau.
He raised it slowly, exposing just a little bit.
Soon, a bang rang out from a gunshot.
Hunter felt a numbness in his hand and saw the bulletproof helmet fly out.
On it, a bullet hole had actually appeared..
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