"...This is Stan's goods, leave them here with you for now."
"Once the heat dies down, we'll come back for them."
"Remember, keep your mouth shut."
It was a harsh voice, speaking in English that Hunter was now quite proficient in.
But there seemed to be a slight Italian accent in the voice.
Hunter had lived around here for a while and had come into contact with many Italian immigrants daily.
So he had also learned the English accent of Italian immigrants.
Their accent, like those of French and Japanese immigrants...
Was very recognizable because it was so unique.
Soon, another man's voice came through the walls, which didn't have very good soundproofing.
"Paul, you know me!"
"I've always seriously completed everything you've assigned."
This was the voice of Matilda's father, a greedy middle-aged white man who looked somewhat wretched.
He seemed to be a gang member, but he was also likely an informant for the Drug Enforcement Bureau.
The plot of [léon: the professional] happened because he embezzled the drugs that Stan from the Drug Enforcement Bureau—a corrupt cop who used drugs—had temporarily hidden with him.
In the end, because of his momentary greed...
Matilda's father not only got himself killed...
But also got his wife, his stepdaughter, and the young child killed.
Leaving Matilda alone, who only managed to escape by luck and her wits.
However, although Hunter had no good feelings for this guy, he didn't have any ill will either.
For no other reason than this guy was rarely home, out fooling around who knows where.
His wife wasn't an ordinary person either; she was very promiscuous and very 'moist,' something Hunter had personally verified.
"Has Stan started putting his drugs in Matilda's house to wait out the heat?"
"It seems the plot of [léon: the professional] will start in a month at most."
Hunter hadn't decided yet whether to interfere in the hitman's plot.
He and Matilda had chatted occasionally during this time, but they weren't that close.
One night a while back, Matilda had accidentally bumped into her stepmother, Maggie, coming out of Hunter's apartment with her clothes in disarray.
Until recently, she hadn't spoken to Hunter again.
But she was just a little girl!
If she were the adult version of the Female Thor, Hunter might have actively pursued her.
But a little girl? Heh, he wasn't a lolicon!
So, later on, if possible...
Hunter wouldn't mind seeing if he could save Matilda's family.
Well, that stepmother of hers was too enthusiastic.
She was such a good plaything, not looking like a mother of two children at all.
If she died, Hunter estimated he would feel regretful for a long time.
After all, the reason his Reproduction Skill could now reach LV4...
Was largely thanks to the good neighbor wife, Maggie!
Countless thoughts surged in Hunter's mind in an instant.
But he still remembered what he was about to do, so he suppressed those stray thoughts.
It was raining outside, but this didn't affect Hunter's mood at all.
On the contrary, a rainy day was exactly what he needed.
Hunter went downstairs unhurriedly and found a secluded street without surveillance nearby.
He then took out the vintage motorcycle he had modified and drove it straight toward Steve's villa, which was sixty or seventy kilometers away.
An hour later, after taking a slight detour...
Hunter, who had changed his clothes along the way, finally arrived at the cliff he had discovered below Steve's villa under the cover of rain and darkness.
He looked up at the cliff; it seemed to pierce straight into the clouds.
Because he was worried about being discovered if he turned on a light at night, Hunter only brought some relatively cheap glow sticks.
Fortunately, as his physical attributes had all surpassed twice the average of an adult male...
Hunter's five senses had also received a massive boost.
Thanks to this, relying only on the faint light provided by those glow sticks...
Hunter thought it would be enough!
At that moment, he arrived before the cliff.
He quickly took out some specialized climbing Pitons and Carabiners from his private space.
Hunter also took out a hammer and followed a climbing route he had already selected while scouting the area over the past half month.
He hammered Pitons into the cliff face one after another as he climbed.
Along the way, Hunter also set up a line for rappelling.
This way, once he succeeded later, he could rappel down from the villa atop the cliff in just a few dozen seconds.
The sound of the hammer hitting the rock wall would be very loud in the dark night.
Fortunately, Hunter had made sufficient preparations before coming and had wrapped the hammerhead in cotton cloth beforehand.
And today was a rainy day; although the rain wasn't very heavy...
A little bit of noise wouldn't easily attract the attention of Steve or any possible guards inside the villa.
However, hammering Pitons into a cliff was not an easy task to begin with.
Trying to hammer Pitons from the bottom up while climbing on a rainy day made it even more difficult.
Although Hunter had already chosen the climbing route, some parts of the rock wall on the cliff...
Would actually crack after a Piton was driven in, and some rock fragments would even fall down.
Despite Hunter being very careful, he inevitably looked quite disheveled during the process.
As a result, this work took a full seven or eight hours.
With dawn approaching, Hunter finally finished hammering all the way up from the bottom of the cliff.
He successfully hammered the last Piton into a large rock at the top of the cliff.
"Phew!"
Using the already installed rappelling rope, he quickly descended to the ground.
Only then did Hunter follow the line of rock bolts he had placed, climbing back up the cliff to test their reliability.
Over the past half-month he had poured a lot of effort into his climbing skill.
He had not only visited a professional climbing club and hired an instructor to teach him systematically, but had also spent countless hours scouting out several low sea-side crags for private practice.
After two weeks of that, his climbing skill had reached lv3.
For Hunter now, scaling this fifty-metre cliff was almost effortless with the help of the bolts he had just driven.
Like a nimble monkey he raced upward along the line of protection he had placed.
A few minutes later he pulled onto the clifftop.
Leaning out, he surveyed the setup above.
Though sweat drenched his forehead, an excited, delighted grin spread across his face.
'Success at last!'
He rappelled back down; drained of strength, he had no intention of pushing further today.
He would go home, rest, and replenish his energy.
Tomorrow night he would return for the gold hidden in Steve's house.
After another rope descent he used a special technique to retrieve the line.
He glanced once more at the clifftop, then walked away without looking back.
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