Chapter 344 - Recovered - A wild Ilya appeared. (1/2)
Mr. Cuervo had several high-quality and popular guns on his walls and shelves but there was a section in the middle of his armory that could blind anyone that shone a light on it.
Gold, Silver, and Black.
”Well, you're not cartel if you at least don't have something coated like those… well… hot damn. If this doesn't scream drug dealer, nothing will.” I said out loud.
There was a separate wall that contained what I thought were his favorite guns. The Black Section of the wall contained their original appearance but some of them have modifications already while the Silver and Gold Sections were pretty obvious once you saw it. One example was the silver and engraved Desert Eagle we saw earlier. There was an empty slot in the Silver Section where it was supposed to be. The only difference between the Silver and the Gold Section was that the Silver Section had additional engravings while the Gold Section was a pure coating of Titanium Nitride making it look like Gold.
It was properly coated and the metal parts were the ones coated obviously. However, if there were wood parts, a very meticulous engraving would be done to inlay gold or silver to make it pop. The furniture for some of the gun's wooden parts was also replaced by better ones and engraved appropriately. Most of the designs were tribal but looking closely at some of them, a raven or a crow was always present.
”Well, Cuervo means raven or crow in their language, I might need to see his back tattoo to confirm what he really meant by that. They're different from each other but we'll soon know the answer.” I thought to myself.
The guns on display were a Colt Python, S&W Model 500, a Mosin Nagant, a Remington 700, a Marlin Model 36, a Desert Eagle, a Colt 1911, a Thompson A.K.A. ”Tommy Gun”, an AK-47, an AR-15, and an RPG-7.
Even the magazines and a few rounds were coated in the Gold and Silver Section.
I took a look at everything on display but his sword collection was not here. I figured it would be in his own room or somewhere else entirely. I never touched the ones on display but I tidied up the ones that were scattered on the table.
I went back to where the three were and they were starting to push each other off the couch unconsciously so I had an idea. I decided to place our sleeping bags and a few blankets as a cushion on the wide platform where the pole was. After that, I lifted Kaley, careful not to wake her up and slowly placed her down to sleep more comfortably.
I saw Cynthia's phone still not plugged in so I looked for an outlet to charge it with. I also took care of the glasses we and other cooking ware we used because it was in a pile in the faucet. My eyes were about to fall down so I decided to finally sleep.
I turned Mr. Cuervo's PC and my laptop off along with the lights first before laying down next to Kaley. I covered ourselves with another blanket and I hugged her tight before I finally closed my eyes.
Everything that happened this day was too much so I quickly fell asleep.
I suddenly woke up in an unfamiliar yet familiar darkness and I heard familiar voices.
”Sora, you're not the one at fault...”
”Sora-kun, please don't do that again! We're here for you...”
”Aho-Sora you'll never beat me!!!”
”Haaaa~ how did you do that?!”
”Sora...”
”Don't look at me!”
”Argh! Stop copying my...”
”Sora, before you leave...”
”Ah~ it means that it's black and it could see everything clearly...”
”Of course, the moment it happens...”
”We'll be there Sora-kun...”
”Aho-Sora! You better not croak before I...”
”Sora.”
”Why don't you stay here instead… you like it here, right?”
”Sora...”
”Sora, these are for you… take care of them… okay?”
”...”
”...”
”...”
The familiar voices faded and I was slowly woken up by the fragrant smell of food cooking… well, mostly.
”Tatiana! You're burning it!”
”What?! It's toasted! TOASTED!”
”Black is not toasted! Give me that!”
”Why did we even woke up this early… my head hurts...”
”We need to cook for him at least you know!”
”Why? He's clearly better than us three combined! Can we just suck his d.i.c.k or something in exchange?”
”Well, he already did something better yesterday even if he's really tired, you know?”
”Tatiana! The eggs!”
”Oh F.U.C.K.I.N.G- f.u.c.k! I'll just eat this burnt one!”
”What? No! You'll get sick if you do that!”
”I'm feeling sick already… my head...”
”Why did we even decide to cook with four pans at the same time?!”
”It's your idea!”