Outside the grand gates of The Sovereign Residences, a van skidded to a stop. Out tumbled a bunch of roughnecks, looking like they owned the place.

Adorned with gold chains, their pointy shoes clicking on the pavement, they sported tattoos of a jade beast on one arm and a white tiger on the other, gripping an assortment of homemade weapons—steel pipes, machetes, and whatever else they could swing.

Leroy was right there with them, grinning up at a burly guy with a buzz cut. "We're here, Sergey,