Chapter 1618: Chapter 1597: Treasury After searching through the entire second floor, they found quite a few good things, but no safe. If it’s not on the second floor, then search the third floor. Gao Yang and his group had plenty of time. Oil paintings, ceramic vases, cabinets full of fine wines, and antique decorations scattered everywhere—all these things Gao Yang couldn’t take, which made him feel a bit sad. “I wonder if I’ve chosen the wrong profession; being a thief might suit me better than being a mercenary.” After Gao Yang muttered to himself, Taylor swallowed and said in a low voice, “I totally understand your feelings, but I have to remind you, you won’t encounter another client like Poloneshenko in your lifetime.” Gao Yang rubbed his forehead and said with a bitter smile, “Don’t remind me; I was just expressing my thoughts casually.” At this moment, Antonio, who had been looking around, suddenly exclaimed, “I think it’s here.” As he spoke, Antonio pushed open a door and stood at the doorway motionless. Taylor, who was closest to him, walked over to take a look and also stood motionless. Gao Yang asked in confusion, “What’s going on?” When Gao Yang reached the doorway, he gasped and stood there without moving. The three men blocked the entrance tightly, and Karima couldn’t see inside. She shook her head from side to side and asked, “What’s the situation?” Antonio swallowed and turned to Gao Yang, “You’re here for the guns?” “Then I think we should call a moving company.” Gao Yang held his heart, exhaled deeply, and said in a trembling voice, “You’re absolutely right.” Antonio stepped inside, followed by Gao Yang, and then Karima saw the situation inside. Guns everywhere, all over the large room, and a huge safe positioned against the wall directly facing the door. The walls were lined with guns, and the center held shelves filled with upright weapons, too many to count accurately. After a quick glance, Gao Yang thought there must be at least three hundred of them. There were mostly old guns, but not all were old, and antique shotguns only accounted for about one-fifth, while WWII guns took up a large portion, and the new but high-end custom shotguns took another part. Gao Yang felt dizzy. After spinning around to take a few looks, he said in a trembling voice, “Not all are top-notch, but there’s a lot of high quality; I feel like I’ve entered a treasure trove.” After speaking, Gao Yang shook his head vigorously and pointed to the large safe by the wall, “Just one safe, it’s clear that what we’re looking for is inside, and what’s in there must be the best. Now, let’s open it!” Antonio nodded, walked over to the safes—each over a meter tall, about one and a half meters long, and fifty centimeters thick—and after a glance, immediately said loudly, “These safes were built quite some time ago, much earlier than the ones we’ve opened, at least ten years earlier, so the locks on these safes are relatively old, purely mechanical.” Googlᴇ search novel⟡fire.net Gao Yang took a deep breath and said nervously, “Doesn’t that mean they’re easier to crack?” Antonio shook his head and said quietly, “No, they’re harder.” After saying that, Antonio checked his watch and spoke softly, “If we can’t get it open within an hour, I might really not be able to. Be prepared.” After he finished speaking, Antonio pulled out a stethoscope and gestured, “You all need to leave and don’t let me hear any of your noise.” Gao Yang swallowed and said quietly, “Okay, but wait a moment before you start, because the gun might not be in the safe; let me check first; we might find the gun just lying here.” Antonio impatiently waved his hand, “Then hurry it up.” Gao Yang immediately began to quickly examine the antique shotguns hanging on the wall. There were too many guns, and shotguns naturally all look quite similar, so recognizing the specific one among hundreds of antique guns at a glance was indeed not easy. But upon careful checking, it shouldn’t be a problem because the image of the gun was already etched in Gao Yang’s mind. After scanning row by row, confirming they were not hung on the wall, Gao Yang moved his attention to the guns laid out on the racks on the floor. At that moment, Taylor suddenly pointed at a Mosin-Nagant with a scope and said, “Taken from the museum! It’s Ivan Hidolenko’s gun! Soviet hero, he shot five hundred people with it!” Gao Yang glared at Taylor angrily, “Don’t interrupt me. I’m trying to play a game of find-the-difference here. Uh, what did you say?” Taylor pointed to the gun rack in front of him and said quietly, “Ivan Hidolenko, the Soviet WWII ace sniper, shot five hundred people, ranking third among Soviet ace snipers, Soviet hero.” “How do you know that?” Curiously asking, Gao Yang walked over and saw a tag hanging on the gun that Taylor was focused on, clearly indicating the gun’s history, and it also mentioned that the gun belonged to the Kyiv WWII Museum. Gao Yang glanced at the tag and immediately said, “Take it! All right, stop being so surprised; I still have to find that gun, we…, F**k!” Gao Yang cursed through gritted teeth and darted over to the adjacent gun rack, seized a double-barrel shotgun like a flash, and said in a trembling voice, “What a treasure!” Gao Yang held a double-barrel shotgun with a noticeable Nazi emblem on it, raised the gun, and said in a trembling voice, “A shotgun awarded by WWII Germany to ace snipers, awarded by Hitler to ace tank driver Otu Calius as a prize, this has Hitler’s signature on it. I just noticed the emblem, never thought there’d be a signature, this, I’ve hit the jackpot!” After speaking, Gao Yang unapologetically slung the gun over his back and declared resolutely, “It’s mine now!” Karima stood by a rack displaying handguns and said, “Maybe you should check this out too, it’s full of history, practically all marked.” Gao Yang walked over, glanced at it, and immediately covered his mouth, “TT33, P38, P08, Walther PP, Walther PPK, this is a WWII pistol display. Hmm, all used by fighting heroes, none particularly outstanding, but… can’t carry them all…” Just then, Antonio shouted, “What exactly are you looking for? Can you hurry up?” Can’t be negligent for minor gains, Gao Yang hurriedly said, “Coming, coming!” Quickly refocusing on the antique shotguns, Gao Yang carefully examined them all and ultimately said with slight regret, “It’s not here; you can start.” (To be continued. 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