He walked towards the nearby FBI Los Angeles Field Office, holding a package and a receipt form.
Ever since he successfully delivered a letter with the help of a black child last time.
The FBI had clearly started paying attention.
When Hunter passed by the FBI Los Angeles Field Office in the morning, he noticed many more surveillance cameras in the vicinity.
At the same time, there were also plainclothes and uniformed officers patrolling.
However, this didn't faze Hunter.
Days earlier, he had spent a large sum of money at a Federal Express station in Los Angeles to rent a delivery truck, a set of work clothes, and several standard Federal Express packaging boxes and bags.
At the time, Hunter's excuse for renting from that Federal Express station.
Was to prepare a surprise for his girlfriend on her birthday.
Originally, Hunter hadn't thought he would use them.
He had rented these in advance only as a backup option if he couldn't successfully find a random passerby to deliver the anonymous tip to the FBI.
He never expected them to be used now.
Outside the FBI's Los Angeles Field Office, armed guards stood watch.
Seeing Hunter, in disguise, walking towards the field office while listening to music and bobbing his head.
The guards merely glanced at the Federal Express bag in his hand and didn't come over to stop him.
Thus, Hunter easily entered the FBI Los Angeles Field Office.
"Package!"
As soon as he entered the field office, Hunter controlled his slightly altered voice and shouted in the lobby on the first floor.
"There's a package delivered here, but no recipient is written!"
Hearing Hunter's deliberate shout, two agents immediately walked over from the lobby.
They scrutinized Hunter, their gaze fixed on him.
Even though Hunter knew that Caucasians found it difficult to distinguish between different East Asian ethnicities.
And his deliberately darkened skin now made him look more like an immigrant from Southeast or South Asia.
Entering an FBI field office for the first time still made him feel somewhat lacking in confidence.
Fortunately, the two agents didn't suspect him.
"Give it to me!" one of them said to him.
Hunter nodded and handed the package to the other party.
Following the Federal Express procedure, he also handed over the receipt form and a pen.
Seeing that he wasn't in a hurry to leave and didn't show any signs of panic.
The other agent, who had been on alert, also dropped his last bit of guard.
"Do you know where this package was sent from?"
"I don't know, it was received this morning, and the payment has already been made."
Hunter took off one of his headphones and replied casually.
The two agents exchanged glances, then one of them felt the package for a while, even putting it to his ear to listen, but heard no electronic or mechanical sounds.
Based on its thickness and firmness, he guessed it might be books or something similar.
So the one who took the package immediately opened it.
When he saw that it contained several notebooks and a letter.
He was first stunned, then picked up the letter and read a few lines, his face immediately changing drastically.
Hunter was delighted at the sight, knowing that the FBI would likely focus all its attention on Stanfield and the Drug Enforcement Bureau afterward.
At that moment, he pretended to be a little impatient and urged, "Sir, can you sign for it quickly? I still have work to do!"
"Oh, okay!"
The agent nodded, whispered a few words into his companion's ear, and then left with the notebooks and letter.
The remaining agent also quickly signed and then turned to leave.
Hunter also didn't linger, holding the receipt form.
He then put his headphones back on, continuing to bob his head and listen as he walked out.
Before long, he reached the car, started it, and slowly drove away from the FBI headquarters.
After driving some distance away, Hunter pulled the car over to the side of the road.
From his private space, he quickly took out a brand new mobile phone.
It contained a new SIM card that Hunter had never used before.
Picking up the phone, he skillfully dialed Stanfield's number.
The number was obtained by Hunter from a client's phone at the Drug Enforcement Bureau a few days ago.
The phone rang busy for a long time, and he couldn't get through several times.
It was only on Hunter's fourth attempt that the call was finally connected.
"This is Stan, who is this?"
Hunter recognized it as a voice desperately suppressing anger.
His throat moved, and Hunter, who had now mastered some voice-altering tricks, quickly produced a deep voice.
"A gentleman asked me to remind you that your filial piety was not in vain."
"The FBI is already watching you; they seem to have discovered some of your secrets."
"Take care of yourself, and I hope you can handle all of this."
After speaking, Hunter hung up the phone directly without waiting for Stanfield to respond.
He then leaned back in the car, unable to stop himself from laughing.
The FBI had monitored him for more than ten days; how could Hunter not have any temper?
He knew Stanfield was a ruthless person, not only to others but also to himself.
Hunter really wanted to know what kind of madness Stanfield would erupt into when he realized he was being targeted by the FBI and might even have no escape.
What kind of madness would he unleash?
"I'm so looking forward to it!"
He skillfully disassembled the back cover of the phone, took out the SIM card that had only been used once, snapped it in half, and tossed it into the nearby bushes.
Hunter only restarted the car after finishing all of this.
Soon, amidst the roar of the engine, he disappeared into the streets...
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