Chapter 935

The smell of blood was nothing new to Karl. For someone who lived amid gunfire and carnage, it was a scent he had long grown accustomed to. Yet this time, it was unusually pungent.

Because based on Karl’s experience, a stench this sharp meant a large amount of blood—and that it hadn’t been separated from the human body for very long.

Even if there had originally been a few Maelstrom members in this warehouse, there wouldn’t have been many. The thick layer of dust on the ground made it clear this was a place even the local Maelstrom gang rarely used. Which raised a troubling possibility—