Carl knew exactly what he was here for, and in order to get a complete picture of the town, he thought he needed to do what Marcos was good at. It's true that climbing from a dark alley to the roof can be a very strange experience in its own right, but it also means that you can't afford to make mistakes, and Carl has never tried to do anything like that before.

But at the end of the day, he's a roaming gunslinger honed from the inability to bring tough conditions, and that sort isn't even a challenge for him. It's too easy to climb to the rooftop, as long as you don't make any noise and cause the gangsters to patrol the streets. But this is also the point that makes Carl wonder, there are not many people who visit this place, it is completely an ideal place of lawlessness. In that case, why do the managers here place so many patrols on the streets with such fanfare?

But after all, Carl moved quickly and climbed from the alley to the roof. The houses on Sanban Street were about the same height as Huttonmar, so he could only get a rough view of the town with his limited vision, although that was enough for Carl. He poked his head out, looking around. The town does feel like it's shrouded in a gray veil, and it's constantly filled with the unusual smell of gunsmoke.

Carl found that Sanfan Street was about two-thirds the size of Huttonmar, and that he was on the western side of town, some distance from the center. Judging by the number of patrols encountered, Carl guessed that the closer he got to the center, the more patrols he encountered would increase as he passed through the streets.

Getting past the ground is almost impossible, and the electrically lit streetlights make it easy for them to spot any sneaky guys trying to cross the street, and their footsteps will attract their attention in the silence. Not to mention, Carl also noticed that there were regular watchmen on the corner of the street a block or two away, and the guys could see everything that was going on on the street. "Well, that's a bit tricky......," Carl mused, trying to figure out a solution.

Although Warhammer's actions could provide them with an opportunity, the plan was too hasty, and they didn't agree on a time or signal. And Warhammer was another anxious guy, and he didn't even give Karl a chance to confirm the details of the plan. But to a certain extent, there is negligence on my part. There was no point in considering it now, and Carl could only hope that the Warhammer would cause a big commotion and that the town gangsters would finally think that the riot had happened as an accident. As for whether he was capable of doing that, Carl thought he would soon see the answer.

After thinking about it for a while, Carl decided to cautiously follow the rooftop towards the heart of Sanban Street. That might make itself a visible target, as there isn't much cover on the rooftops of Sanban Street. But it's also possible to make yourself a ghost in the night, as long as the guys aren't bored enough to look up and see what's going on between the rooftops.

So Carl checked his belongings, trying to make sure there were no items that would make a noise when running. Fortunately, he didn't carry too many items, and in order to lighten the load, he only brought a revolver. The Double Eagle Revolver that Erin gave him was completely useless in the infiltration, so he left it in his hotel room before leaving.

After the check-up, Carl decided he needed to do some parkour, just like Marcos did. Although there are no landmarks on Sanban Street, Carl still sees the church in the middle of the town from the rooftop, and it would be nice to target it. Approaching the church may provide some useful information, and the guards must be very tight.

As he ran on the rooftop, Carl felt more and more strange, it was so strange here. Rather than acting out of caution, the gangsters acted more like they were instructed by some guy who controlled them. Since there were no Duchy troops stationed on the west coast, they didn't have to worry about being raided at all. But the patrolling gangsters are like a threat that can arise at any moment, and they don't miss any dark corner to catch the rats hiding in the town.

Other than that, Karl didn't see any of the people living here. There are only two possibilities in this situation, either the residents are threatened by the gang and are not allowed to go out at night. Either the inhabitants of this town have long since been driven out or slaughtered, and their presence is a hindrance to the possible manipulators behind it. Thinking about it this way, it might explain why the town is so quiet.

The moon disappeared into the clouds, and the only glimmer of moonlight on the roof disappeared, but it became Karl's natural umbrella. He could walk freely on the rooftops under the cover of darkness, and he could slowly approach the center of town as long as he was careful of his footsteps. Yes, on the surface, this is true, but the danger is often hidden in the dark.

If it weren't for Carl's years of experience, the bullet that suddenly flew towards him would have pierced his head. Cal sensed danger as the bullet flew, so he immediately dodged the ghostly bullet by rolling on his side, then quickly jumped onto the balcony of the house where he was, and then gently pushed open the unlocked balcony door and flashed inside.

His whereabouts were discovered, there is no doubt about it. Moreover, the guy who attacked himself used a sniper rifle with a suppressor. He didn't hear the gunshots, so the guy must be some distance away from him, because suppressors can't completely eliminate the guns. There's only one possibility, and that's a sniper lurking in a hidden bunker on a rooftop in Sanban Street. Despite the attack, Carl felt that he was one step closer to revealing the identities of the guys who controlled the town.

But for now he had to leave the house, because he knew that several teams of gangsters would soon come and besiege the house. The sniper must still be watching the house, so he has no choice but to leave the ground instead of returning to the roof.

As he descended the stairs to the first floor, Karl paid a little attention to the interior of the house, and in addition to verifying that there were no inhabitants there, there were only some ordinary and common furniture. Other than that, there's not much to care about. Karl's first priority at the moment is to find a way out of the current predicament, and his whereabouts have been exposed, which also means that the next road is very difficult.