Not long after walking out of the apartment, Hunter felt that someone was following him.
Without having to think much, he knew it was the FBI.
Although Hunter had gradually gotten used to it recently,
being constantly watched by the FBI like this had even affected his life.
Even Hunter wouldn't be in a good mood.
In short!
Lately, his mood had been quite bad.
Carrying his drawing board, Hunter wandered around the streets of Los Angeles.
Some time ago, he had found a professional painting teacher to teach him for a while.
Now, he already possessed LV3 Painting Skill.
Just drawing sketches was already quite good.
But today, he brought some tools, intending to find a place to stay for a while and paint a few oil paintings.
Hunter wanted to wash away as much criminal suspicion from himself as possible.
Currently, wanting to face a behemoth like the FBI alone was surely seeking death.
Moreover, Hunter could see from the fact that the FBI had only been monitoring him lately
without taking any further action against him.
The FBI's current suspicion of him was only at the investigation stage.
After all, besides helping Dominic and the others with bail before,
his contact with them was not only short in duration but also not very frequent.
A normal person indeed wouldn't likely include Hunter in Dominic's core team.
At most, they just wanted to find a breakthrough through him.
So, with this realization,
since returning from Boston City, Hunter had been calmly dealing with the FBI.
He spent every day busy, either going to various clubs to work out
or hiring specialized professional instructors to train him in professional knowledge.
Of course, to give the FBI something to work with,
Hunter also appropriately exposed a few things to prevent them from suspecting that their surveillance had been detected.
For example, through some connections, he privately negotiated two illegal vehicle modification jobs.
He used this to create a smokescreen for the FBI.
Making them think that all the money he was spending so lavishly was earned through his private illegal vehicle modifications.
That way, even if the FBI eventually wanted to convict him, they wouldn't be able to do anything to him.
In the process, Hunter also took care never to contact Old Parker and the others.
After all, Old Parker was Dominic's partner.
Now that Hunter was trying his best to distance himself from the connection with Dominic and the others, he naturally wouldn't look for more trouble for himself.
"Today is the last day!"
"If Stanfield still hasn't taken action today,"
"then tonight, I will take action personally."
With a pencil in one hand, he continuously drew on the drawing board in front of him.
Meanwhile, Hunter was distracted, constantly thinking about and refining his plan.
While lost in thought, his five senses keenly captured someone approaching him.
Accompanying a strong scent of perfume, a woman's voice also rang out.
"Hello, sir!"
It was a young woman, at most in her early twenties.
Hunter subconsciously made an age prediction for the owner of this voice in his heart.
Being somewhat distracted, he quickly regained his focus.
Then he looked up toward the sound and saw a tall young lady with coffee-colored skin looking at him somewhat anxiously.
The moment Hunter looked up, their gazes met.
In an instant, he saw some surprise and a hint of joy in her eyes.
As for Hunter himself, the moment he saw her, a clear look of astonishment appeared on his face.
Because even though it was just a brief moment, he still recognized her.
"Gamora?"
The young woman Hunter had mistaken was clearly of African-mixed descent.
Her skin tone, compared to pure African descent, was already within his acceptable range.
The young woman was tall and looked to be only about twenty-four or twenty-five years old.
She wouldn't be considered a top-tier great beauty, but she was quite pleasing to the eye.
By Western aesthetic standards, she was a very charming beauty.
"Hello!"
After being momentarily dazed for a second, Hunter reacted.
It was impossible for her to be 'Gamora'!
After realizing earlier that he had likely transmigrated into a parallel world composed of countless movie plots,
Hunter had worried about the most terrifying thing happening.
For instance, if he had transmigrated into the dangerous worlds of DC and Marvel where superpowered individuals, superheroes, and supervillains were everywhere.
So, at the first opportunity, Hunter had conducted a data search and investigation online.
He could basically confirm that this world didn't have the likes of Captain America, New York's friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, or Tony Stark.
The 'Gamora' Hunter had mistakenly thought of was from the comic book universe.
The 'Gamora' in his memory should be a green-skinned alien beauty.
But at this moment, the person in front of Hunter was clearly just an African-mixed beauty with coffee-colored skin.
Just by looking at her appearance, he quickly realized he had guessed wrong.
"Wait..."
"I remember the actress who played Gamora also seemed to have filmed another movie back then."
"It seems she had this kind of look in that one."
"Let me think, that seemed to be a movie about an assassin."
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