A spark burned in the darkness on the riverbank, and Carl stood silently, watching the flickering lights on the other side of the riverbank, accompanied by cigarettes. There's Sanban Street, a notorious town overrun by gangsters. Since it was taken over by gangs, few people have passed through the northern suburbs of the West Coast, and people prefer to take a detour rather than be attacked by gangster thugs.

Warhammer crouched aside, fiddling with a few mechanical parts, he didn't carry a simple recon robot, and it looked like he was going into battle this time himself. Although reconnaissance is a must, Karl doesn't want any accidents, so he is skeptical about Warhammer's skills for the time being. It would be bad if he didn't get out if he was discovered, but despite his concerns, Warhammer had faith in himself.

"You know, the fewer people you have to scout, the more convenient it is. And, since you'd assume that the members of Kahlert were in that town from the outset, it would be foolish to use the machines to scout. Warhammer said to Karl as he fiddled with mechanical parts that he didn't even need.

"That's why you didn't let Kelly and Erin with you? I thought you were prejudiced against them. Karl spat out a string of smoke rings and glanced at Warhammer.

"I'm not one of those stupid people, although the previous conflict did upset me. Warhammer said duplicitously. "But it's the right thing to think about what you're going to do, don't you think so?"

Carl nodded, "That's right, so, have you had enough of that fight?"

"Haha, I'll admit I surrendered!" Warhammer sounded like a sign of weakness, but Karl knew it was definitely not what he really thought. He may have said this on purpose, wanting to end the topic as soon as possible, but there is also a very small possibility that he is really showing weakness. In any case, he may be a person who recognizes threats and abilities, but he will never recognize people who are incapable but like to be in the limelight.

"It's time for us to go. Carl flicked his half-smoked cigarette into the icy river with his index finger, and it was already completely dark, and now it was time to act.

Warhammer sorted out the mechanical parts that he had spread out on the sparse turf on the riverbank, put them all into a small bag, and then trapped the bag to his belt with a leather belt. Swimming through the icy water of the river is obviously not a good idea, so the two need a boat. Thankfully, they had Adrian's help on their trip, and the Black Shark had a small wooden boat for the two of them to use. Although the stability is not so reliable, there is no problem at all in crossing such a river with a non-turbulent current.

There were no accidents during the crossing of the river, and it can even be said to be completely calm. The West Coast suburbs had a beautiful night, but the two weren't in much of the mood to enjoy the beautiful night. They all know what they're going to do next, and they have to know the dangers they might encounter. Once you cross the river, you'll be in front of you.

"What do you think there's going to be there?" Warhammer asked as he disembarked.

"Who knows. Carl couldn't give an answer, because he really didn't know what was going to happen on Sanban Street. Honestly, he wouldn't be surprised if there was a whole stealthy Kahlert force there now.

The uncertain answer always makes you want to punch you in the face, but you can't help it, after all, none of us have seen the changes in the town with our own eyes. Warhammer spread his hands. "Decide on the route first, and don't rush in. Of course, if you're trying to create an explosion to grab their attention from the start, I'd love to. ”

At first glance, his words sounded like a stupid joke, which led to Carl not realizing the viable approach for a short time. Although there was a certain amount of risk, when he thought about it, he felt that if that method succeeded, he might be able to sneak into the heart of Sanban Street. So he turned around and asked solemnly in front of the hammer. "If I'm really going to get you to cause some trouble, can you do it?"

Warhammer seemed to have expected Karl to say that, and what he had just said now seemed more like a deliberate act. "I'm a natural troublemaker. ”

"Then please. Karl smiled.

"You'll be surprised, hurry up and get ready to dive in. If you're discovered, I'm not going to save you. Warhammer snapped his fingers and turned away.

"Yes, unless those guys have the ability to catch me. Karl nodded in place and muttered to himself.

Sanban Street looks like it's shrouded in a gray veil, and in addition to the fact that the town's houses and streets are mainly gray, there's a lot of choking dust. The dust was strange, not like what would happen in a town on the continent of Arad. Carl determined the route into the town, and he couldn't choose the usual way to enter because he couldn't be sure if no one was watching the entrance to the town from the shadows.

Entering town through the sewers is a good option, although it will be with all kinds of filthy garbage for a while, as long as you can get into town. Carl had no other thoughts, and after making sure that there was no one around, he lowered down and slipped into the entrance to the sewer. The sewers were so dark that Carl could barely see anything, and he could only judge the general direction of progress by the contact of his body.

As he progressed through the sewers, Carl began to notice something strange. What is certain is that those things will definitely not be common on the continent of Arad. Bullet casings and grenades exploded, and he even found the barrel of a scrapped gun. It's almost certain that there's something unusual in town, and while it's highly probable that they're Kahlert, Carl will have to find definite proof of this.

He had finally found the first exit from the sewers, but he wasn't sure where he was in town at this point, so he was cautious when removing the manhole cover. In order to make sure that there was not much movement, Carl moved the manhole cover a little bit with almost snail-like speed, and then carefully poked out half of his head to observe the surrounding situation.

Sure enough, this is no longer a gathering place for gangsters, at least the gangs are not the same gangsters anymore. Although they still tie the wooden sticks of the mob's signature weapon to their belts, the holster that they use to hold their pistols around their waists is unmistakable. And the street lights in the town are provided by electricity, not the oil lamps and magic lamps of the Arad continent.

It wasn't until the thugs had gone far before Carl emerged from the sewers, and after closing the manhole cover, he quickly flashed into the alley across the street. He left the sewers right in the middle of a street, and the chances of getting into trouble if he stayed any longer were almost 100 percent.

Carl wasn't familiar with Sanban Street, so he couldn't tell where he was in town, and there weren't any landmarks here that would make him identify. After all, it was just a gray town of gangsters before the strange change, and no one wanted to visit here, let alone give birth to some famous landmarks. Landmarks such as the School of Magic on the West Coast and the Cathedral of Hutton Marr will never have a chance to be born here.

The atmosphere of Sanban Street was similar to what Carl had imagined, and the streets were in a very quiet state for a long time, except for the footsteps of the gangsters patrolling back and forth, and the only sound was the sound of rats scurrying through the dark alleys. Now, Carl believes he has to face even tougher situations.