Hunter had to admit, the prematurely mature Mathilda was a bit clever.
Seeing that Mathilda had just arrived on the sixth floor, she quickly realized that her family might be in trouble.
Perhaps this little lolita didn't yet know that her father, sister, and brother had died tragically.
But based on past experience, she realized her ho was likely in trouble.
So, she cleverly turned around and walked toward the apartnt Hunter rented.
However, perhaps because she hadn't seen the bodies of her father, sister, and brother with her own eyes...
Although Mathilda's expression looked a bit unnatural, she wasn't that frantic.
"Count yourself lucky!"
Hunter had already saved her mother—Margie, the good neighbor lady who often knocked on his door late at night to deliver "warmth."
Although Margie was only Mathilda's stepmother, and the relationship between the two wasn't very good...
Adhering to the principle that saving one is saving, saving two is also saving...
Since he could save her, Hunter didn't mind reaching out to help Mathilda.
The burly man in the vest standing guard in the sixth-floor hallway... the mont Mathilda appeared...
Fixed his eagle-like eyes on the little girl.
Although he didn't draw his gun imdiately due to Mathilda's age (Stansfield hadn't ordered him to kill her specifically)...
If he sensed any strange or inappropriate behavior from Mathilda...
He would draw his gun and pull the trigger on this little lolita without hesitation.
Hunter stood at the door and noticed the look in the thug's eyes.
Therefore, after Mathilda walked to his apartnt door and knocked...
He waited for about three or four seconds. Before the little lolita could knock a second ti, he spoke up: "Coming!"
With that, he opened the door and let Mathilda in.
Mathilda clearly didn't expect this young, handso Asian guy—who was suspected of having an affair with her promiscuous stepmother—to actually open the door for her.
Moreover, he didn't even ask why she knocked on his door.
However, doubts aside...
Mathilda slipped into the room. She watched as the young Asian guy quickly closed the door.
Then, after making a silencing gesture to her, he stood behind the door and continued to observe the outside through the peephole.
In fact, Hunter was indeed watching outside.
Only after seeing the burly man in the vest turn around and resu watching the stairs after Mathilda entered his ho...
Did Hunter lock all the locks on the door.
Then he grabbed Mathilda's arm and whispered to her: "It's dangerous outside. Let's go further inside to talk. Keep your voice down."
Mathilda froze, her face instantly turning pale.
Her lips moved, but she obediently followed Hunter away from the door.
Only then did she ask, "Are they coming for my family?"
"Did sothing happen in my house?"
When she ca back earlier today, she heard people ntioning that the apartnt had been robbed and a resident was shot dead by bandits.
However, when she returned ho...
Seeing Michael staying at ho watching TV, she felt relieved.
Although Michael was Mathilda's biological father, he was a thug after all.
Mathilda had experienced very little fatherly love from him since childhood.
She was often beaten, which was why she suppressed her curiosity and didn't ask Michael about the robbery.
"Shh. Let call the police first. I'll talk to you later!"
With a serious face, Hunter whispered an instruction to Mathilda and took out his phone.
After thinking about it, he decided to call the number left by the two FBI agents who contacted him this afternoon.
So, a call was made quickly.
Not long after, the call connected.
Hunter spoke imdiately the mont it connected: "Hello, is this Agent William?"
A man's voice ca from the other end quickly.
"Yes, speaking."
Hunter continued: "Hello Agent William, this is Hunter Sun. We spoke this afternoon."
"This afternoon, when you ca to ask for clues about the ard intrusion into the apartnt building I rent..."
"At that ti, I was out and didn't have any useful information to help you."
"But now, I want to report a cri to you."
"Just now, tonight... several unidentified people broke into the sixth floor of our apartnt building again."
"One of them is currently standing guard in the hallway outside, and several others broke into my neighbor Michael's ho."
"I was cooking just now and seed to hear gunshots, but I can't be sure."
"Can you send soone to investigate?"
On the other end of the phone, Agent William listened patiently and imdiately asked, "Sir, are you certain of everything you just said?"
"Yes, Agent. They are still in our apartnt building. They haven't left yet."
A burst of static ca from the other end imdiately. The other party was cautious and covered the phone's receiver.
So much so that even with Hunter's amazing hearing, he only vaguely heard a few words.
He didn't wait long before Agent William answered him.
"Okay, we'll send soone over to check imdiately."
"Thank you for your cooperation!"
The phone was hung up quickly. Hunter put away his phone.
Only then did he look at Mathilda, who was waiting quietly nearby.
He sighed and said to Mathilda, "Little girl, I don't know what happened in your house."
"But if I heard correctly just now, there were indeed gunshots in your house."
"Stay here for now. Don't go back until the police arrive."
The precocious Mathilda turned even paler.
Her eyes quickly turned red, and she said with a sobbing tone: "I knew sothing would happen to Michael sooner or later."
"He always hangs out with shady friends and even works for gangs."
"He thought we didn't know he hid things in the toilet tank at ho."
"I knew he would get us killed sooner or later."
"I just hope they don't hurt my brother. He's so small, he just started elentary school."
For a mont, Hunter didn't know how to comfort this overly mature little lolita.
He was silent for a mont, then stood up and walked toward the kitchen.
"Little one, leave the dangerous stuff to the police."
"You probably haven't had dinner yet. I'll make you sothing to eat."
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