Chapter 136 Shot

• Meanwhile walking into the old warehouse barefooted, Tide looked around the dark space, a single light bulb glowed from a distance, its light illuminating his path, the floor littered with debris and broken glass. In the middle of the room were six crates laid side by side, each box labeled with number codes, Tide opened the first one and was met with rows of guns, several rifles, and shotguns all laying neatly inside. Next were boxes filled with some bagged substance he didn't know what they were, and the last one contained several large knives, having no use of those things he shut the crates and proceeded to walk further down. With the exception of the light bulb, it was pitch black until his ears caught a slight rustling noise ahead of him.
• He moved forward slowly, his fingers brushing against the rough concrete wall, following the faint glow he noticed a door a few meters away from him, cautiously he approached it but before he could reach the handle a voice halt his movement, and then there was a click behind him. The barrel of a gun pressed tightly into the base of his skull had Tide hissing softly. Tide whirled around to face whoever dared try to stop him, a scowl gracing his features. Once he was face to face with the man he realized he wasn't alone, there were four more standing behind him, each holding guns, the types he had seen in the crates.
• "You shouldn't be here." A young male's voice growled from behind the first who had a gun to his forehead.