Using the address that Lucy gave him, he made his way into a building in a rough part of the city.
He should have expected as much, knowing those people were criminals.
On the streets, dangerous-looking people lingered, but none bothered him. His own suspicious look and the bag of guns he carried served as a clear warning—anyone who dared to stop him had to be tired of living.
'Going there directly would be a bad idea,' he muttered, deciding to circle the area instead.
He climbed onto a nearby building to get a better view and figure out the best approach for his job.
Without specific orders, he had to come up with his own plan.
In a way, Lucy's strategy was working; she wanted him to get used to handling things on his own.
Sitting on the rooftop, he checked the time—it was close to midnight. This was the best time to strike, when most people would be asleep.
