On the left was the modern baseball stadium, with the aroma of hot dogs and popcorn floating in the air.
On the right was the famous Iron Triangle, with the stench of burning rubber permeating the air.
"System, load character card — Kato Megumi."
[Beep! Character card Kato Megumi activated.]
[Presence thinning enabled.]
With a thought, that familiar sense of detachment enveloped her whole body.
Alice lifted her foot, stepped into the oily mud, and walked into this labyrinth of steel.
It was busy and chaotic here.
Everywhere there were repair shops with signs in Russian, Spanish, or unrecognizable languages.
Workers covered in oil and grease were dismantling various car parts, the harsh sound of chainsaws cutting through metal rising and falling.
Alice walked very slowly and calmly.
She brushed past a burly man pushing a tire, and he didn't even blink, as if she didn't exist at all.
She walked to the entrance of a repair shop that looked quite large.
Two fierce-looking Rottweilers were tied at the entrance; they usually barked wildly at even the mice passing by.
But when Alice walked right under their noses, these two vicious dogs just lazily yawned and didn't even look up at her.
In the animals' perception, this human's scent was too weak, so weak that it was completely masked by the strong smell of machine oil in the surroundings, and they deemed her no threat.
"Not this one."
Alice glanced inside; there were only a few dilapidated Fords and Chevrolets being repaired. This was obviously a shop for poor people doing legitimate business.
She continued deeper.
Finally, a workshop blocked by high corrugated iron fences caught her attention.
Unlike other shops that did business with their doors wide open, this shop's gate was tightly shut. Two high-definition cameras were installed at the entrance, and two Eastern European men with bulging waists were sitting at the door smoking.
A black Porsche Cayenne was carefully rolling over mud pits, slowly driving up to the entrance.
The person in the driver's seat wasn't a decent-looking car owner, but a Latino youth wearing a bandana and chewing gum.
The youth honked twice.
"Long, short."
The iron gate rumbled open, the Porsche Cayenne quickly drove in, and then the gate closed tightly.
"Found it."
The corners of Alice's mouth curled up slightly.
She didn't rush to break in.
Instead, she walked around the workshop and found a gap in the corrugated iron on the side wall that had loosened due to rust.
Through the gap, she could clearly see the scene inside.
It was a huge dismantling workshop.
The Porsche Cayenne, worth over a hundred thousand dollars just a moment ago, was now surrounded by four skilled mechanics.
In just a few minutes, the doors, hood, and bumper had been removed.
This was a mature chop shop.
They bought stolen luxury cars with cash, dismantled them into parts, and then sold them overseas or on the black market at higher prices.
There were no traces of electronic transfers here, only the most primitive and most fascinating cash transactions.
This was the vein she was looking for.
However, Alice didn't take action immediately.
There were at least twelve adult males inside, and at least five of them had weapons.
Although she had the combat power of [Mikasa], going head-to-head against five guns in a confined space was not a wise move, and once gunfire erupted, it would attract the Police or alert other gangs, which would cause big trouble.
A hunter needs patience.
She noted this location, observed the blind spots of the cameras, and confirmed the escape route.
Then, just as she had come, she silently merged into the murky air of Willets Point.
Even those two guards at the entrance didn't know that a high school student had just measured their graves right behind their backs.
It was getting dark.
The streetlights turned on, stretching her shadow long.
For the ordinary high school student Peter Parker, tonight was a night for doing chemistry homework and missing the goddess next door.
But for Alice Mason.
Tonight was a night for hunting.
"Aunt Sarah is on the night shift again tonight."
Alice bought a hot dog from a roadside food truck and walked toward home while eating it.
"Perfect, no one to check up on me."
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