Apartment 4B, fourth floor.
FBI Agent Lamb felt as if he'd only just fallen asleep when someone shook him awake.
"Hey!"
"Lamb, the target's heading out."
The repeated shaking forced Lamb's eyes open.
In the gloom, his irises reflected nothing but irritation and fatigue.
"Harry, what time is it…?"
Yawning, Lamb struggled upright.
He exchanged a weary, bloodshot glance with his partner, then turned to the monitoring gear.
On the screen, an Asian Youth in fresh clothes walked into a camera blind spot.
A moment later he vanished for good.
Lamb realized at once that the Bureau wanted them to watch Hunter—and he was on the move.
He glanced at the clock and swore: "Damn, not even seven. Is this guy some kind of monster in human skin?"
Last night, Lamb and his partner Harry had…
In this temporarily rented apartment, they witnessed with their own eyes the Chinese youth they were monitoring, named 'Hunter Sun'.
Last night, he was messing around with the beautiful wife from next door, fooling around from after nine in the evening until nearly one in the morning before finishing.
To the point that when it ended, the beautiful and kind-hearted neighbor's wife had to rest for more than half an hour.
Only then did she leave slowly, trembling and supporting herself against the wall.
'Hunter Sun' displayed monster-like physical stamina under their surveillance.
He showed powerful strength, easily holding the other person while striking various poses.
And there were the inadvertent glimpses of his size.
All of this made the two monitoring FBI Agents feel hot all over, while simultaneously giving rise to a complex mix of inferiority, envy, and jealousy.
Especially since they knew that the Chinese youth named 'Hunter Sun' was only eighteen years old right now.
While amazed, they couldn't help but deepen their suspicion of this person.
After all, everything Hunter displayed...
Although there didn't seem to be anything too suspicious on the surface, he was an orphan whose parents were both dead.
Hunter didn't work on a daily basis, yet he had plenty of money to join various clubs and learn all sorts of things.
No matter how you looked at it, there was something fishy going on.
And now, that Chinese youth who had messed around until one or two in the morning before turning off the lights to rest...
Had actually only slept for a few hours before getting out of bed full of energy.
It looked like he was preparing to head out.
In an instant, the exhausted Lamb looked at the equally tired Harry.
As the two FBI Agents looked at each other, both saw the fatigue and helplessness in the other's eyes.
"What a monster!"
Harry yawned and gave Lamb a bitter smile. "Lamb, I'll notify the bureau to arrange for people to tail him."
"Before they take over, you follow him first."
"I haven't closed my eyes since I started my shift; it wouldn't be good if something went wrong during the tailing."
"Yeah."
Although Lamb was also very tired, he had at least rested for a while.
He nodded helplessly, stood up, and threw on a piece of clothing.
After a short while, once the outdoor surveillance camera showed Hunter walking out of the apartment building...
Lamb immediately determined the direction and followed him.
And the two of them had no idea that at this very moment, on the sixth floor of the apartment...
At the door of Matilda's home, a plain-looking sticky note...
Was being stuffed into the house through the gap under the door.
Over an hour later, Matilda's home began to get noisy.
Michael yawned and glanced at his wife, Maggie, who was still sound asleep on the bed.
He lightly kissed his wife's cheek.
Then, without bothering her, he got out of bed and walked toward the bathroom.
His wife, Maggie, worked as a hostess at a nightclub; Michael naturally knew this.
He even knew that Maggie was often taken out by some wealthy big shots to enjoy themselves until the middle of the night before returning.
That was how he and his wife had met back then.
Michael also knew that if he hadn't relied on theft to make a small fortune back then...
A great beauty like Maggie, even if she was just a nightclub hostess, would never have ended up with him.
So over the years, Michael had always turned a blind eye to his wife's late nights.
Just as he often messed around outside for various reasons, not coming home for days at a time, but Maggie never asked him why either.
This was the reason the two of them had been able to stick together until now without getting a divorce.
He soon reached the bathroom and saw the door was closed, with the sound of water and singing coming from inside.
Michael knew this was Maggie's eldest daughter, Liv.
Liv had no blood relation to him, but Michael only dared to have a slight interest in her and didn't dare put it into practice.
Because Michael knew that Liv was his wife Maggie's bottom line.
"Liv, hurry up, Daddy needs to use the toilet."
Michael knocked on the door and reminded her loudly.
He knew that because of his wife's spoiling, Liv not only had a crude personality but was also very vain and spent money recklessly.
Her morning shower wouldn't end in less than half an hour.
So, Michael had to give her a reminder.
"Wait a bit longer, Dad!"
Liv's dissatisfied voice came from the bathroom. "I just started washing."
Michael's face immediately showed some displeasure.
He had hidden the drugs that Corrupt Police Officer Stanfield had stashed in his house inside the bathroom.
Every day after Michael woke up, he had to check them once to prevent any problems.
He was about to knock again to urge Liv to finish quickly.
Suddenly, Michael's gaze inadvertently caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a piece of paper on the floor near the doorway not far away.
He instinctively walked over, and after bending down to pick it up, his expression suddenly changed drastically.
He saw that the plain-looking sticky note, once unfolded, revealed a few brief lines of text.
"Idiot, you're being watched."
"There's surveillance near the apartment entrance. Go notify the owner of that shipment quickly."
After Michael clearly read the lines on the note, he broke out in a cold sweat.
Others might not know, but he was well aware.
His home was currently storing a full ten kilograms of drugs for Corrupt Police Officer Stanfield, who was stealing from the Drug Enforcement Bureau.
Once they were targeted by someone, or even lost...
His end would definitely not be good.
In an instant, Michael felt as if all the strength had left his body.
He leaned against the wall and weakly sank to the floor..
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