Like siblings

LEONARDO'S POV

The workshop owned by Pablo resembled a dimly lit cave, where the walls were adorned with various tools and shelves were stacked with sections of guns. An acrid scent of gunpowder and gun oil lingered heavily in the air. The workbenches were covered with disorganized tools and components, while the floor was blanketed with sawdust and brass casings. It was like standing in a museum of deadly weapons and I loved this place.

Pablo, the gunsmith was a gruff-looking man with a thick beard who greeted me with a nod as I approached. He motioned towards a table where several guns were laid out haphazardly.

"These are the ones that have been tampered with," he said, his voice gruff. "Go ahead and test them out yourself to see if they're workin'."

I picked up one of the Kalashnikov and examined it closely, a smirk forming on my lips.

The weapon had been disassembled and reassembled, but it still seemed to be in good functioning condition again after Alessandro messed it up and