"Who's there?!"
"There's movement over there!"
Voices came from inside the villa.
Hunter, whose physical attributes were more than twice those of a normal person and whose five senses had become extremely sharp, immediately heard the sound of footsteps approaching.
When he had sneaked into Steve's villa before, he had inspected the entire first floor.
So, in an instant, his brain processed the gathered information.
"Two sets of footsteps, in the first-floor dining room!"
With a flick of his hand, a pistol appeared in Hunter's grasp.
His eyes had long since adjusted to the darkness, and he quickly found a corner nearby to take cover.
Then he raised his weapon and aimed forward.
The footsteps rushed toward him but soon slowed down and stopped.
Clearly, even if these subordinates of Steve weren't retired soldiers, they had significant combat experience.
Hunter knew he didn't have much time, so he hid his body well.
At the same time, with his other hand, he quickly took an ordinary stone from his private space, gripped it tight, and threw it toward a nearby spot.
Clatter!
The stone hit the floor, making a series of sounds.
"Over there!"
A figure quickly rushed out and shot toward the place where the stone had landed.
Hunter's right hand, gripping the pistol, instinctively raised and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
With a Level 4 Shooting skill, he was already capable of near-perfect accuracy within 100 meters.
Even with a pistol, it was more than enough in the darkness at a distance of only a few meters.
"Ah!"
With a scream, the bullet accurately hit the upper body of the figure that had rushed out.
Worried that the power wasn't enough to kill the man, Hunter pulled the trigger twice more in succession.
Two more shots hit the man in quick succession.
Instantly, the figure collapsed to the ground.
Da da da!
The muzzle flash exposed Hunter's position, and the other person quickly raised his weapon, spraying bullets toward his location.
It was an Uzi, a submachine gun.
This type of micro-submachine gun was easy to carry due to its small size.
It had a high rate of fire and was incredibly powerful in short-range encounters.
Therefore, in the United States, it was a very common weapon among gangs and criminal organizations.
Every year, a large amount of black market goods flowed into the underground market.
Hunter tucked his body in, avoiding the fire and not showing his head.
At the same time, he counted silently in his heart.
"1, 2, 3..."
Uzi magazines on the market commonly had capacities of 20, 25, 32, and 40 rounds. He had heard there were even 50-round or 100-round drums.
However, because they would affect the concealability of the Uzi, they were not very common.
Counting to 32 in his heart, the gunfire suddenly stopped.
Hunter immediately realized the opponent's magazine capacity was only 32 rounds.
He instantly lunged out from his hiding place and saw the figure, most of whose body had already retreated to the other side of the corridor, pulling out a new magazine to reload.
Bang!
Aiming at the opponent's head, Hunter pulled the trigger.
The bullet accurately hit the man, and the figure swayed before collapsing to the ground.
He quickly stepped forward and fired a finishing shot into the head of the man on the ground.
Then he walked to the other person, picked up the Uzi, and felt three magazines on his body.
Hunter reloaded as he walked and stored the other two magazines in his private space.
He had to take Slater away in a bit, and there might be a tough fight ahead.
Hunter was worried that having only two pistols and a Special Military Crossbow might be difficult to handle.
He might as well pick up an Uzi to bring along, just in case something went wrong.
After killing two people in a row, Hunter's heart couldn't help but beat violently.
He could clearly feel his cheeks burning.
The blood in his body seemed to be boiling.
"I don't hate this!"
This kind of stimulating feeling was truly intoxicating.
At least for Hunter, an ordinary person who had been a 'good boy' for decades in his previous life.
Although he had experienced various negative emotions like anger or jealousy and had even harbored some cruel and dark thoughts...
In his previous life, Hunter had never crossed the threshold of reality to actually realize them.
But after discovering he had transmigrated to a parallel world...
This wasn't the country he was familiar with, and he didn't have a single blood relative by his side.
Hunter suddenly felt that the shackles that had shrouded him in his previous life had all disappeared.
"This is the life I want..."
"Full of passion and the unknown..."
Hunter could already hear the sound of footsteps and car horns coming from outside.
At the same time, a walkie-talkie that had fallen on the floor was transmitting inquiring voices.
He knew that the time left for him was running out.
To take Slater away safely, Hunter had to move faster.
"Mmph!"
"Mmph!"
As he approached the kitchen, Hunter heard the sounds of struggling coming from the pitch-black room.
Accompanying that sound into his sense of smell was an indescribable, strange odor.
It smelled like excrement mixed with sweat and perfume.
In short, for Hunter, whose sense of smell now exceeded that of a normal person, it was terrible.
At this moment, Hunter felt a hint of regret after purchasing this bandit mask.
In the afternoon, to ensure his hearing and sense of smell weren't affected, he had cut two holes for his ears and one for his nose.
However, Hunter could basically tell from the sound of the frantic struggling that it was a woman.
"Slater?"
Hunter asked aloud.
Accompanied by his voice, the struggling became even more violent.
Hunter immediately knew he had found the right place.
He quickly entered the kitchen, aided by the faint moonlight filtering through the window.
He saw it clearly: to one side of the dining table, a figure was tied up, unable to move.
"Found you."
Moving closer, Hunter immediately recognized the bound person as Slater.
Just as he was about to help untie the ropes on Slater, he heard footsteps coming from outside.
Hunter's expression changed, and he could no longer worry about the strange smell on Slater at the moment.
"I'm here to save you. Don't struggle, we have limited time."
"I'm taking you out of here right now!"
After saying that, he picked up Slater along with the chair she was tied to.
He lifted her up and rushed straight toward the window he had just broken!
*Thud!*
The villa's main door had already been locked when Steve and the others left.
The mechanisms inside the room also seemed to be electrically driven.
Therefore, once the power was cut, the mechanisms reverted to their original state.
As Hunter ran past the main door carrying Slater and the chair, he heard the sound of the door being rammed from outside.
Along with it came what sounded like a cry suppressed with pain: "Slater!"
It seemed to be Charlie!
Hunter was startled, but the subsequent sound of a car horn immediately made him quicken his pace.
Carrying Slater and the chair she was tied to, he quickly rushed out of the villa.
He then sprinted toward the cliff at the back of the villa!
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