Chapter 7O

He. stood in his office, the soft glow of a single lamp casting long shadows across the room. He stared at the collection ofguns displayed in a glass cabinet, each one meticulously cleaned and maintained. These weapons were more than just tools; they were a testament to his journey, each carrying its own history and memories.

His favorite firearm, a sleek Beretta 92FS, lay in his hands. He traced a finger along its barrel, remembering the first time he had used it. It had been a tense standoff, a matter of life and death. The memory of the adrenaline coursing through his veins, the sound of gunfire, and the metallic scent of blood filled his mind.

He placed the Beretta back in the cabinet and picked up a SIG Sauer P226, its weight familiar and comforting. This gun had seen him through one of the darkest periods of his life, when he had to defend his family's honor against a rival syndicate. He could still recall the tension in the air, the cold determination in his heart, and the rel