The next day, Hunter carried his drawing board as usual to a street in Los Angeles with nice scenery.
Finding a spot on the sidewalk to sit down, he set up the drawing board in front of him.
Hunter took out his brush, dipped it in paint, and began to draw.
Just last night, he had quietly dealt with Slant.
The items used to handle that guy were things Hunter had bought from some thugs after finding out Slant was an addict.
He bought some of the guy's favorite stuff.
Hunter dissolved it into saline solution to use as a poison.
Then last night, relying on his amazing physical fitness,
He quietly entered Slant's home without alerting anyone else.
While Slant was still sleeping, Hunter injected it directly into Slant's body.
He had specifically researched online; a one-time overdose of the drug is something even an addict can't survive.
And so, last night Hunter easily sent Slant on his way.
Even if the forensic doctor investigated afterward, the result would only show that the guy had mistakenly used an overdose on himself, leading to death.
However, to avoid anyone suspecting him, Hunter decided to keep a low profile for a few days.
This way, even if someone at the FBI grew suspicious of him, they wouldn't be able to find any evidence.
It wasn't that Hunter was being too careful!
Any one of the things he had done recently would be enough to send him to prison for hundreds or thousands of years if caught by the FBI.
With the severe racial discrimination in the US, an ethnic Chinese like Hunter would most likely be handed a death sentence directly.
So, he had to be careful.
After all, he hadn't even properly enjoyed his billions in assets yet.
He had only just gained two lovers, and there were many more beauties he hadn't had a story with yet.
Hunter wanted to enjoy the passion and vitality of foreign women a lot more.
"Hmm?!"
While Drawing, Hunter keenly captured the sound of footsteps stopping nearby.
His heart sank, but in the next moment, it relaxed again.
"It's a woman, she smells so good..."
"Such a recognizable scent, like a certain perfume, yet also like a floral fragrance..."
"But it's not the common brand perfumes on the market, like rose, lavender, or tulip..."
"Wait, it feels like I've smelled this scent somewhere before..."
Relying on the keen sense of smell brought by his triple-human physical fitness, even though Hunter's gaze was entirely on the drawing board in front of him,
He still quickly discerned that the person who suddenly walked near him and stopped was a woman.
The fragrance coming from her was rich but not pungent, yet very recognizable.
So much so that after taking a few breaths at close range, Hunter suddenly had a sense of deja vu.
With his current memory, even if he hadn't reached the level of a photographic memory, he wasn't far off.
It was just that he seemed to have experienced too many things recently, and for a moment, Hunter couldn't recall exactly where he had smelled this fragrance before.
The woman seemed to be immersed in his Drawing as well and was in no hurry to leave.
Hunter noticed this, so he suppressed his curiosity and painted even more intently!
His Drawing skill had progressed rapidly with the guidance of several professional professors from the Academy of Fine Arts he had hired during this period,
Combined with the numerous works he had painted in his spare time on various streets and beaches in Los Angeles.
Finally, last night, before Hunter prepared to go to Slant's place,
After finishing his workout with Maggie, he had a sudden whim while looking at her sexy and charming body.
So, imitating Jack from the Titanic, he drew a highly artistic picture of the sleeping beauty for that good neighborly wife who was in the prime of her figure.
When the Drawing was finished, Hunter's Drawing skill level also broke through to LV4.
Now, he could be considered a first-rate Drawing expert.
Although he might still be one level of experience away from being a true top-tier master,
It was enough to shock passersby on the streets.
Before this beauty arrived, there were even people with a bit of artistic sense passing by.
After just a few glances at Hunter's unfinished Drawing, they had an impulse to spend money to buy it.
Hunter, of course, was not short of money!
He certainly wouldn't just sell his unfinished Drawings at a low price of a few or a dozen us dollars.
What a joke; his paper, pigments, and brushes were all top-quality selections.
Just the material consumption for one Drawing was no less than a hundred us dollars.
Moreover, Hunter, whose Drawing skill had now reached LV4,
Felt that he was currently not much worse than the professors from the Academy of Fine Arts he had hired before.
So, for those passersby who wanted to buy his Drawings, he just smiled and shook his head in refusal.
Hunter was Drawing an oil Drawing of the very characteristic old street in front of him.
He constantly changed brushes and dipped into different oil colors.
On the canvas that was nearing completion, he carefully applied strokes and made adjustments.
One minute, two minutes, five minutes.
As an oil Drawing that gave him over a hundred experience points on the proficiency system was finished,
Hunter looked at the oil Drawing in front of him with satisfaction; he felt that even if this Drawing were sold for thousands or even ten thousand us dollars, it would definitely not be too much.
"So beautiful!"
It was a woman's voice, and Hunter's heart stirred.
He immediately pretended to be startled and looked toward the source of the voice with some surprise.
In the next moment, it suddenly dawned on him.
"So it's Black Orchid!"
"No wonder I had that sense of deja vu just now."
The woman in front of him was a mixed-race beauty with somewhat brownish-black skin.
She looked to be around twenty-four or twenty-five years old.
She was the Black Orchid whom Hunter had met once on this very street in Los Angeles a few days ago.
Back then, he had fallen in love with this street's perfect blend of age, grit, and modernity.
So, while the FBI had him under watch, Hunter came here to practise Drawing.
That day he had unexpectedly run into the Black Orchid right in front of him.
He never imagined that, only a few days later,
when Hunter returned to paint, he would meet the young half-blood Female Assassin again.
A woman's age can be wildly deceptive.
Take Hunter's neighbour, the lovely Mrs Maggie—once she puts a little effort into her look, no one would guess she's pushing forty.
'It's you, Miss Leah!'
Hunter smiled and nodded at Cataleya. 'This time I'm not sketching you,' he teased.
Cataleya clearly remembered their last encounter.
She had spotted him Drawing on the roadside and worried he might have captured her likeness.
Professional instincts had made her come over, check, and stop him from finishing the sketch.
A smile immediately blossomed on her face.
She offered her hand. 'What a coincidence. Last time I still had work to finish, so I could only say that if fate brought us together here again,
I'd definitely buy you a couple of drinks.
Now that we've met again, may I have the honour?'
Hunter smiled back, clasping her cool hand for a brief shake.
In that instant he noticed the thick calluses on her palm and fingers—
marks left only by years of gripping pistols and training with daggers and combat knives.
He smoothly withdrew his hand, his smile utterly charming.
'When a beautiful woman invites, no man on earth can refuse.
I'd be delighted to have a drink with you, Miss Leah.'
Cataleya's smile brightened even more, blooming like a Black Orchid in full flower…
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