Fast and Furious: I Control Everything

One minute later, after quickly clearing out the men by the elevator and the others in the hallway, Hunter looked at the lavishly decorated twenty-eighth floor.

He said to Jane and Perkins, "Split up and search!"

"Alright!"

Jane and Perkins each quickly chose a room and headed that way.

After triggering his building-related skills, Hunter had gained some understanding of apartment layouts.

He took a quick look around, then combined that with the Paris Hotel floor plan he had bought from the Continental, and soon roughly identified where the master bedroom should be.

He immediately headed that way.

Just after entering the edge of the living room, Hunter, who had already taken off his earpiece communicator, sharply caught three breathing sounds growing heavier and heavier.

A smile immediately curved at the corner of his mouth.

He pulled another flashbang from his back, yanked the pin, counted a few seconds, and then threw it.

"Ah!"

After several screams, Hunter rushed into the living room and raised his gun, firing at the three men hiding in the corner of the living room, waiting to ambush him.

After the muffled, slightly strange report of the suppressed MP5, the three all fell into pools of blood.

By the light, Hunter immediately recognized one of the three men lying in the blood as the target of tonight's mission.

The drug lord Frank D'Amico.

He had been shot in the abdomen and thigh, and blood was flowing out rapidly.

Seeing Hunter, this always-cold man put on a pitiful expression even though his eyes were full of viciousness.

"Don't kill me. I do not know who sent you."

"But I can offer ten times whatever they are paying."

Frank pretended to be extremely concerned with his own life, trying to tempt Hunter to come closer.

What he did not know was that the assassin facing him was skilled in micro-expression analysis, emotional analysis, and even psychology.

At a glance, Hunter could already see the viciousness and hatred hidden in the man's eyes.

He was trying to lure Hunter closer.

Hunter quickly put another bullet into the heads of the two other badly wounded men.

Then, realizing that Frank seemed to be planning something, Hunter decided he would let him experience the ups and downs of death, and the real despair that came with it.

So he stepped a little closer and played along.

"Someone offered three million dollars for your head. If you really can pay ten times that, I'll let you go today."

Frank's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably.

There was clearly surprise, but even more than that, anger and shock.

He knew he had enemies, but he had never expected someone to place a thirty-million-dollar bounty on his head.

A surge of rage rose from his chest.

Frank gritted his teeth and said, "Fine. I'll give you three hundred million. Let me go."

"Really?"

As Hunter spoke, he had already moved close to him.

Frank could clearly feel the gunshot wound in his abdomen steadily weakening him.

He knew he only had one chance.

Biting hard on the tip of his tongue to use pain to suppress pain, he suddenly leaped up and grabbed Hunter by both shoulders, trying to throw him out.

"That is all?"

Hunter shifted his right foot and swept out with a sideways kick, directly striking Frank's wounded abdomen and sending him flying.

This was the Twelve-Route Kicking Technique Hunter had learned from Yuan in Las Vegas.

Western fighting styles mostly focused on upper-body strength, especially the fists and the waist, and did not emphasize the lower body.

The Twelve-Route Kicking Technique, which Hunter had already pushed to Level 3, often produced unexpected results.

Thud.

Frank crashed hard onto a luxurious leather sofa several meters away and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

Hunter walked over with a cold smile and immediately judged that his kick had caused internal bleeding.

Unless Frank received emergency treatment at once, he was dead for sure.

"Mr. D'Amico, it looks like you did not make good use of the chance I gave you."

"I thought a major drug lord like you would be able to come up with three hundred million dollars easily."

"Now, goodbye."

With that, Hunter pointed the gun at Frank's head.

"Wait..."

Frank finally became afraid.

He had just felt how powerful that kick from the professional killer in the robber mask really was.

He stood almost one meter ninety tall and weighed more than one hundred eighty pounds, with nothing but dense, trained muscle on his frame.

And yet that kick had sent him flying several meters.

Frank now even felt as though his internal organs had been shattered.

He knew his chances of survival were slim, but he still could not stop himself from begging.

"...I'll give it to you... I'll give you everything..."

"I have at least ten billion here..."

"All of it, all of it is yours. Please, spare me..."

Hunter noticed that Frank's eyes had unconsciously flicked toward somewhere.

He immediately raised the gun and aimed it at Frank's head.

"Wait—"

Bang.

After the muffled, strange sound of the suppressed shot, a blood hole appeared in Frank's forehead.

This man, who had dominated New York for over a decade and was one of the biggest drug lords in New York and even the whole United States, died pitifully in the hands of a cheating assassin.

And the reason was simply that Hunter wanted to give a gift to Damon McQuaid, one of his future father-in-laws, and make a good impression.

After a few more gunshots, Jane and Perkins soon came over.

"We cleared our side too."

The two women also saw Frank lying in the pool of blood and knew the mission was complete.

Jane glanced at the time on her wrist.

Sixteen minutes and thirty-seven seconds.

She immediately said, "Let's go. The police will be here soon."

Hunter nodded, but then took out a military knife.

"You two go wait by the emergency stairwell first. The mission requires his head to be cut off."

"It might be a little bloody. I'll handle it myself."

Perkins and Jane swallowed.

They were professional killers, but just thinking about it was still a little gruesome.

So they nodded, and the two women left immediately.

Hunter quickly cut off Frank's head and put it into a large bag he was carrying.

The bag was filled with ice.

After leaving, he would do a little basic treatment and then deliver this special gift to Damon McQuaid.

After slinging the bag over his shoulder, Hunter did not leave immediately.

The master bedroom, which was also Frank's bedroom, should be in the direction he had just been looking.

Hunter guessed there had to be something there.

So he quickly went over, turned on the light, and immediately saw the blonde beauty still asleep on the bed.

Shaking his head with a smile, he quickly searched the room.

Soon, he found a private safe, along with two small safes embedded in the wall.

Using the special ability of his private space, he took the private safe and both wall safes into it.

Hunter then quickly left the bedroom and headed toward the emergency stairwell.

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