By the time dawn was about to break, Hunter had finally suppressed his excitement. Back in Jane's bedroom, he soon held the woman in his arms and drifted into sleep. He slept all the way until the sun was high overhead.
Hunter let out a lazy yawn and slowly opened his eyes. Jane was no longer in the bedroom. He put on his pajamas, walked out, and looked around, but still did not see her. Thinking that this killer wife was probably still a top ace and senior member of an assassin company, Hunter was not surprised. She was naturally busy.
After washing up quickly, he acted as if he were the owner of the house. When he returned to the living room, Hunter was just about to turn on the television to check the news and see whether what they had done last night had already caused a big public stir.
But as soon as he entered the living room, before he even turned on the TV, he saw several newspapers placed on the table. Several major American newspapers were there. Hunter sat on the sofa and picked one up without hesitation.
As he had expected, the events that took place at the Paris Hotel last night had already made the news. In a five-star hotel in one of New York's busiest districts, there had been a mass murder involving dozens of lives.
After someone heard gunfire and called the police last night, the police naturally could not have been unaware of Frank's identity. The fact that the Paris Hotel belonged to the drug lord Frank was not a secret to begin with. This drug lord had been entrenched in New York for many years. In the past, it had been because of his powerful influence and the protection of some politicians he had bribed. Frank had also spent money to corrupt New York's police system. So as long as he did not go too far, everyone would usually just turn a blind eye and would not actively come looking for trouble.
But once the police who arrived at the Paris Hotel confirmed Frank's death, and with his head having been brutally cut off, those people who had once been constrained by Frank's leverage, or who had been too afraid to speak because of his power, no longer had any reason to stay silent.
Several articles in today's papers explicitly identified Frank as one of the biggest drug lords in New York and even in the entire United States. At the same time, some people were already boldly analyzing whether Frank's murder had been a gang war between drug lord factions or whether someone had hired an assassin to infiltrate and kill him.
However, the police did not reveal much to the media. Because dozens of lives were involved, even if the dead were a drug lord and his men, the fact that the Paris Hotel was so close to the United Nations headquarters made the matter especially sensitive.
From the news, Hunter could clearly see that not only had the New York Police Department launched a full investigation, but the FBI's New York division had also joined in.
Still, Hunter was not worried. When the three of them checked into the Paris Hotel yesterday, they had all used fake passports. On top of that, Hunter had already disguised himself, Jane, and Perkins in advance. And before the operation, he had also erased all of the hotel's customer data and any footage that might have captured them. Three very ordinary faces like theirs would be extremely difficult for hotel staff to remember. Besides, even if they did remember, the information would be wrong.
Not to mention that Hunter and Perkins were both Continental Hotel members. Afterward, he was even planning to recommend Jane to join as well. Even if the FBI really had the ability to trace things back to them, at worst he could just spend some Continental coins to smooth it over. He was not short of that currency for the time being.
After looking through the papers for a while, Hunter lost interest and tossed them aside. After thinking about it, he soon picked up the phone. He called Diana first.
Because the Continental Hotel had handled things poorly before, and although Cole had given him some compensation, it was impossible to say Hunter felt no irritation at all. So this time, when he planned to sell the politicians' compromising materials he had obtained from Frank, Diana was the first person he thought of.
The call connected quickly.
"Hello!"
It was Diana's voice. Hunter did not waste time and went straight to the point.
"The Paris Hotel incident was my doing. I killed the drug lord Frank. From him, I obtained some information on politicians he had bribed or held leverage over. Those things are useless to me, but they should be very useful to the force behind you. Let me give you a hint: this includes some New York City council members, state legislators, and several congressmen. I've sent you part of the list. The materials are in your email, and the password is the same one you normally use. You can look through it first and then decide whether you want to do a deal with me."
Diana's breathing suddenly grew heavier. She was not stupid, of course, and understood that Hunter was preparing to sell these things to her at a high price. After a moment of silence, she said, "Give me a moment."
"No problem."
The call soon ended, and Hunter hummed a little tune while waiting patiently. About ten minutes later, the phone rang again. Hunter answered, and Diana's voice came through at once.
"Name your price."
Hunter raised an eyebrow. He could tell that the organization behind Diana seemed to have handed this matter over to her.
"Looks like you've gotten quite a bit of benefit from this too. Fine. I won't waste time. The materials I'm selling you are enough for you to control those politicians and influence part of the U.S. government's stance. Believe me, you should know exactly how much benefit your organization can get from that. By the way, the list I sent you earlier is only half of what I'm selling this time."
Diana's breathing grew heavier again for a moment. But she quickly pulled herself together. "So, what price do you want?"
"Two hundred million dollars, wired to the account I gave you before. And at the port, find me an empty warehouse and prepare two million dollars' worth of weapons, equipment, and ammunition. I'll send you a list of what I need shortly. Relax. None of it will be especially troublesome. I believe the power behind you will be able to handle it quickly. By the way, I'll only be staying in New York for another two days at most. If you still do not have an answer before I leave, I'll go to the Continental Hotel and make the deal there instead."
Diana was silent for a moment before softly replying, "I'll give you an answer as quickly as possible."
After saying that, she took the initiative and hung up.
Hearing the dial tone, Hunter curved his lips into a smile. "With the leverage on more than a dozen city council members, state legislators, and congressmen, if I had my own organization, I would not sell it to you either."
He knew the price he had quoted was not low, but the temptation was more than enough. He believed Diana's organization would not be able to resist this huge piece of meat delivered right to their doorstep.
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