Hunter didn't know yet that because he used his private space...
...he had taken away two heavy safes right under Steve's nose without anyone noticing.
This scene was truly too shocking and unbelievable.
So much so that Steve didn't even suspect that this was the work of a stranger he had never met.
Instead, he suspected that the mastermind behind the theft of his two safes was his old partner, Charlie, and his former companions.
Steve even suspected that Hunter was a member of Charlie's team.
He thought it was Rob, the driver who excelled at handling various vehicles and was responsible for baiting enemies into chasing him to draw away their support during operations.
Consequently, under this self-doubt...
Steve did not lead a large force to pursue Hunter.
Besides sending two motorcyclists to tail him closely, even attempting to capture him alive...
Steve himself returned to the villa.
He prepared to conduct a thorough search for Charlie's team, who might still be hiding near or even inside his villa...
...and for the two heavy, hard-to-carry safes.
Inadvertently, the master thief Charlie Clock took the fall for Hunter.
However, he obviously didn't know this yet.
Once on the highway, the motorcycle's speed quickly accelerated from around 100 to even faster.
120... 130... 150... 170... 200... 240.
Accompanied by a slight dizziness, Hunter, who was Driving at such a high speed for the first time in his two lives...
...felt his heart beating violently, like a drum being pounded.
"Can't go any faster!"
Hunter could feel that he was starting to lose control of the vintage motorcycle beneath him.
The violent trembling told him that although he had modified this vintage motorcycle...
...and updated its main components...
...its body was too old. It was fine for an occasional burst of speed to show its lingering vigor...
...but if he really treated it like a new bike, its old frame definitely wouldn't be able to handle the load.
Hunter drove the vintage motorcycle he had personally modified, weaving through the traffic on the highway.
This was Los Angeles, one of the most prosperous cities in the United States.
Although it was already midnight, there were still many vehicles on the road.
Hunter kept accelerating, quickly overtaking car after car.
Through the rearview mirror, he could clearly see...
...the two motorcycles tailing him were also accelerating along with him.
However, as he pushed the speed above 200...
...those two motorcycles obviously couldn't keep up.
It wasn't that their bikes were inferior; quite the opposite.
Although he only saw the front of the two chasing motorcycles in his rearview mirror, Hunter still recognized them.
Those two motorcycles should be from the Indian Motorcycle Scout series.
As a legendary American motorcycle model, the Scout's performance was excellent and definitely not inferior to Hunter's modified vintage bike.
In fact, their performance should even be superior to Hunter's vintage motorcycle.
However, those two motorcyclists behind him...
...didn't have Hunter's system cheat. Under his Level 4 Driving Skill...
...he could skillfully control the motorcycle while maintaining an extremely high speed.
He could also weave back and forth between cars, gradually widening the distance from those two motorcycles.
On the other hand, if they accelerated too fast and had to constantly weave through the gaps between speeding cars to catch up with Hunter...
...it would be quite dangerous!
A reward of one hundred thousand us dollar was nice, but one only has one life.
Ultimately, the highway chase lasted less than twenty minutes.
The distance between Hunter and the two motorcycles went from just a dozen meters at the start...
...to dozens of meters, then hundreds of meters.
Finally, Hunter turned into an intersection without hesitation.
Another ten minutes later, having returned to downtown Los Angeles from another road, he had already taken off his bandit mask.
Furthermore, the vehicle he was Driving had changed from that vintage motorcycle...
...to the ford mustang that Dominic had given him not long ago.
"Today is a good day, everything I wish for can come true!"
Humming a song in Chinese that he had heard since childhood in his previous life, Hunter was in a great mood and no longer skimped on the gas money.
He drove the ford mustang in a large circle around the city...
...before finding a secluded spot near his rented apartment, where he also stored the car into his private space.
Thanks to his hard work over the past period, as many triggered skills leveled up...
...Hunter's private space was now very large inside.
Storing a motorcycle, a car, plus many miscellaneous items didn't feel crowded at all.
He walked back to his residence at a leisurely pace.
The moment he closed the door, Hunter felt his heart, which had been beating violently all night, finally calm down.
Because he was too excited, he even felt a slight dizziness.
---Requesting Flowers--- However, after taking a few deep breaths...
...Hunter's mood quickly settled.
Along with it, that faint dizziness also disappeared.
"I'm back!"
Murmuring softly to the empty house, Hunter double-locked the door.
Then he walked into the house, to the relatively spacious living room.
Glancing at the old wooden floor, he first went to the bathroom and used makeup remover to wash off the thick layer of nail polish on his hands.
Then he returned to the living room and reached out as if to grasp something.
Thinking in his heart, he took out one of the safes.
The next moment, Hunter felt a blur before his eyes.
A heavy safe appeared out of thin air in front of him.
"Creak!"
The heavy safe pressed down on the old wooden floor, immediately making it emit a series of overwhelmed groans... Hunter didn't have time to worry about it, instead looking at one of tonight's spoils with glowing eyes.
It was a high-end safe specially customized by Steve, from the most famous security company in the US, Worthington.
"A worthington 1000, huh..."
Hunter had checked online; it was said to be one of the top private safes manufactured by the Worthington company.
Each safe weighed over 1.6 tons and couldn't be moved without a crane.
It was 2.2 meters high, 1.4 meters wide, and 70 centimeters deep.
It was said that the wall thickness of this safe reached a staggering twelve centimeters, made of top-grade Carbon-Titanium Alloy, with extremely strong corrosion resistance.
Moreover, if an incorrect opening was attempted, it could trigger a mechanism to temporarily lock the safe, turning it into a ton-plus lump of iron.
It could only be awakened again after Worthington's technical team arrived.
To open it, besides the key specially configured by Worthington...
...one also needed to enter a password and verify recorded pupil information.
Regardless of Worthington's marketing, this thing was one of the best private safes in the world.
Its complexity and security were second only to the vaults of large banks, jewelry stores, and casinos.
And it indeed lived up to the hype.
At least after fumbling with it for a moment, Hunter quickly confirmed one thing.
His Level 2 Lockpicking Skill really couldn't do anything with this safe.
"It seems that besides trying to force it open with cutting tools..."
"I can only seek help from Slater!"
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