Alex's POV
Fuck! I murttered under my breath as I glanced at my wrist watch hurriedly. I was already late. I have to hurry otherwise I might not be able to meet up with them.
Shaking off that negative thinking, I opened the door to my inner closet and felt that confidence as I stared at my array of guns.
It had always made me feel confident and powerful especially as I know that I was the second best in collection of guns and firearms next to my father.
Sighing deeply, I traced my hands around them, picking the ones that I was sure would be easy to move and kill.
The silencer was out of bullets and the pistol was too loud, just in case I attract attention from police officers.
I chose the AK-47 , the rifle, the pistol, as a backup and finally decided to take the silencer with me, tho
