Carl had not actually taken on many jobs involving stealing things, but that did not mean she was not skilled at theft between corporations.
Although Carl had indeed been less adept at stealth than top agents in the past, she was more than capable of handling ordinary intelligence theft missions. Because of that, she knew the process of burglary inside out and was naturally good at telling whether a theft was taking place in surveillance footage.
After watching the surveillance feed for only a few seconds, Carl confirmed one thing: thieves were currently visiting her home.
She did not act immediately.
The fact that thieves had actually targeted her left Carl with a strange, almost laughable feeling.
She had just been worried that the things at home were unsafe and might be targeted by thieves, which was why she had made a special trip back. Yet the moment she arrived home, she ran into a theft in progress.
That was right, a theft in progress.
These little thieves had not come early or late. They had chosen this exact moment, when she had returned from Dogtown after nearly a month and had been delayed by sudden mayor-related affairs, to make their move.
Carl quickly identified the target in the street footage—a plain pickup truck.
The vehicle had circled the area almost every day. Four young men and women would get out, enter the Megabuilding, and remain inside for around an hour each time.
Yet Carl could find no record of them on the tenant list, nor any registration showing that they had used any of the building's facilities.
Today, they had already remained for more than an hour.
These thieves had been quite clever while casing the place. They knew how to disable Carl's alarm system and primary surveillance, but