Chapter 174 Sold Out

• The musty air inside the warehouse was thick with dust and diesel fumes. Shafts of sunlight slipped through the cracks in the rusted ceiling, cutting across crates of firearms marked with foreign stamps. Leonardo adjusted the cuffs of his black linen shirt, stepping around a crate with slow, measured confidence.
• Domenico stood at his side, expression unreadable, arms crossed, and a Glock holstered beneath his leather jacket.
• Anthony Gonsalvis lit a cheap cigar and grinned, the oily kind of grin Leonardo had always distrusted.