"No, something's wrong!"
Under the warning of his keen sixth sense, Charlie Clock stared intently at the doctor who had walked in.
Soon, he understood where the problem lay.
"It's a male doctor... No, he's not a doctor here..."
"Underneath that coat is a casual shirt..."
"There is killing intent in his eyes..."
"Not good!"
Charlie Clock finally realized the danger and immediately pressed the call button, attempting to summon the nurses and doctors.
Unfortunately, it was too late!
Reaching behind his back, the next moment, a pistol fitted with a silencer appeared in Hunter's hand.
Without saying a word, he aimed directly at Charlie Clock on the bed and pulled the trigger.
Phut!
Phut!
Phut!
Three consecutive gunshots; two hit Charlie's body, and one hit his forehead.
Hunter trusted his Shooting skills; within a range of less than ten meters, it was absolutely impossible for him to miss.
After three shots, he immediately turned and left.
Quickly exiting the ward, he walked toward the nearby restroom.
He came face-to-face with several nurses walking toward him, laughing and talking.
Hunter even nodded to one of the black girls.
Upon entering the restroom, he quickly went to the window, grabbed the climbing rope, and leaped out.
Before long, the entire hospital was in chaos... PS: New book released, recommending my old book [supernatural: i have a small world].
Chapter 160: Choosing a Farm, Plainclothes Visit
Returning to Slater's apartment late at night, Hunter took a shower.
He then held the beautiful lockpicking master and caught up on some sleep.
The next morning, acting as if nothing had happened, he saw Slater off to work.
Hunter then drove the ford mustang to an agency.
After paying a commission and consultation fee, about a week later,
the agency finally found a farm for Hunter that he was fairly satisfied with.
He was coming over today to see how the farm was.
Then he would consider whether to buy the farm.
"Sir, please allow me to give you a detailed introduction."
In the agency, a middle-aged male salesman in a dark suit respectfully received Hunter.
No one looked down on Hunter because of his casual shirt or because he was too young.
After all, this is a country where money is paramount.
In America, if you are a wealthy person,
then here, no matter where you go, you can truly enjoy the meticulous service of being treated like a god.
Hunter took a thick document bag handed over by the middle-aged male salesman.
He opened it and took out the contents—a detailed introduction to the farm and a contract.
Hunter wasn't in a hurry to look at the contract; he first opened the documents related to the farm's introduction.
It contained dozens of photos and various detailed data, including land size, soil fertility estimates, water source measurements, roads, and even local agricultural policy support.
It was clear that this agency had put a lot of effort into it.
As Hunter flipped through, the salesman introduced it from the side.
"This farm is located in Pomona City, on the easternmost edge of Los Angeles County."
"The total area of the farm is two hundred and ninety-seven acres, of which one hundred and seventy-one acres are woodland."
"Because the local government has an annual quota on woodland logging, the price per acre of woodland is approximately three thousand three hundred us dollars, which is very cheap."
"The remaining one hundred and twenty-six acres, being relatively far from water sources, are priced at eight thousand two hundred us dollars per acre, which is two to three thousand us dollars cheaper per acre than farms adjacent to water sources."
"There are two residential houses, two barns, four horses, and several pieces of farm machinery on the farm!"
"Sir, if you buy this farm now, it will only cost about 1.6 million us dollars."
"And by taking on the original owner's bank debts totaling over seventy thousand, it can be yours."
Pomona City, like Los Angeles, belongs to Los Angeles County, California.
Although Hunter hadn't been to Pomona City since his transmigration, he was not unfamiliar with the city.
Because in California, especially within Los Angeles County...
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