Woof!
Woof!
Dogs had superior senses. Their smell, hearing, and night vision far outstripped a human's.
Hunter had barely run a few meters before he heard them.
Vicious barking, filled with the intent to kill.
Steve's two American Bullies.
Hunter didn't dare slow down.
Even if Steve had no guards inside, the alarm would have alerted the neighborhood's private security.
In the US, trespassing was a death sentence. Security guards could legally shoot intruders.
They weren't Steve's men, but they wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in Hunter.
"Move!"
Hunter gritted his teeth and pushed his speed to the limit.
He reached the cliff edge.
The adrenaline of stealing a ton of gold was still fresh. The thought of selling it and maxing out his stats burned in his mind.
But survival came first.
Woof!
Woof!
The dogs were faster than he expected.
Just as he reached the edge, they burst into view, mere meters away.
"Fast!"
Hunter grabbed the rappel rope he had set up earlier. His fingers fumbled to clip it to his harness.
Woof! Roar!
The dogs lunged.
Hunter cursed.
His medical records were in the hospital database. If he got bitten, his DNA would be left at the scene.
"Fuck off!"
He roared, continuing to clip the rope with one hand while his other hand reached behind his back.
From his Inventory, he pulled a pistol.
[Marksmanship Lv 4].
Within 100 meters, he rarely missed.
Even with a hasty, one-handed shot while moving, his muscle memory took over.
BANG!
The 9mm round caught the first dog mid-stride.
It punched through the animal's side, exiting through its ribs.
The dog yelped and collapsed, sliding across the dirt.
Hunter looked up.
The second dog was already in the air, jaws snapping at his throat.
Less than two meters away.
Hunter adjusted his aim.
BANG!
A headshot.
The bullet shattered the dog's skull.
Its body went limp in mid-air, its momentum carrying it forward.
Hunter sidestepped. The carcass flew past him and over the cliff edge.
"Phew."
He holstered the gun into his Inventory and used both hands to secure the final carabiner.
"Over there!"
"Someone's by the cliff!"
Tactical flashlights cut through the darkness.
A team of security guards was sprinting towards him.
Steve appeared around the corner of the villa, his face twisted in rage.
"GET HIM!"
He raised his AK-47.
TAT-TAT-TAT!
Bullets chewed up the dirt around Hunter's feet.
Hunter ducked, clipped the last lock, and looked back at Steve and the guards.
He gave a mock bow.
Then, he jumped backwards off the cliff.
"Whoa!"
The security guards gasped, rushing to the edge. They expected to see a broken body at the bottom.
Instead, they saw Hunter rappelling down the face of the cliff with expert control.
Three, four bounds, and he was near the bottom.
Steve didn't bother looking. He knew the thief wouldn't just commit suicide.
He threw down the AK and sprinted for the garage.
He jumped into his Jeep Wrangler Rubicon, fired the engine, and tore out of the driveway, heading for the winding mountain road that led to the base of the cliff.
He grabbed his radio.
"Someone broke in! They're escaping!"
"Track my GPS! Converge on my location! NOW!"
Steve was paranoid. He kept his mercenaries outside the perimeter because he feared betrayal.
He thought his cameras and walls were enough.
He was wrong.
Someone had walked in and emptied his safes.
Nearly a ton of gold. His entire fortune. Gone.
Steve didn't know how they moved two massive safes so quickly.
But he knew they couldn't have gone far.
"Charlie... is that you?"
Steve gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white.
Visions of his old partner filled his mind.
But his face showed no regret. Only murderous intent.
Whoever touched his gold would die tonight.
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