Mercenary’s War
Chapter 1371 - 1,354: Gold Mine

Chapter 1371: Chapter 1,354: Gold Mine

Shava is an arrogant bastard, but as a gang leader, a complete robber, it’s as if he’s supposed to be like this.

Azaro’s lips moved slightly, then he put his bad leg on the table and said in a muffled voice, "You’re young, you’re impressive, you’re growing fast, but you can’t disregard the rules."

Shava chuckled, "What are the rules?"

Azaro slowly said, "You do your business, I do mine, neither interrupts the other, neither hinders the other, that’s the rule."

Shava laughed loudly, then said to Azaro slowly, "Old man, you’re too old, your rules are outdated, listen, now I’m in charge here, so my words are the rules. It wasn’t like that before, but it is now. From now on, you pay me 500,000 Hryvnia every month, or your people disappear from Kiev’s streets."

The Hryvnia is Ukraine’s currency, and the exchange rate with the US Dollar is about twenty to one. Paying 500,000 Hryvnia a month is roughly the equivalent of 25,000 US Dollars. This amount of money isn’t a huge sum, but it’s not small either. However, for a boss controlling half of Kiev, coming up with this money shouldn’t be too much pressure.

The problem is, even if there’s not much pressure, nobody is willing to hand their money over to someone else, so Azaro said in a deep voice, "What if I refuse?"

Shava arrogantly said, "Refuse? You can try refusing the consequences. I suggest you treat what I said as the new rules to follow, maybe that will make you feel better."

With a grim face, Azaro stroked his right leg and coldly said, "Back when I was hustling at the train station, someone tried to rob money from my pocket, and for that, he broke my leg. But later, I still took him out, even though I was left with only one good leg."

Shava laughed heartily, then disdainfully said to Azaro, "Old man, don’t tell me about your rags to riches story. I know your old stories, do you think you can intimidate me? Haha, old man, you’re too old, you’re not fit for this era anymore."

After speaking with a grin, Shava’s face turned serious as he fiercely said, "You were a nobody back then, just a damned thief, but at least you had guts. And now? You have money, live in a big house, with your wife and kids. Are you going to be tougher than me now? Do you have the credentials for that?"

After speaking, Shava twisted his neck, pointed at Azaro, and shouted, "I don’t want to waste words with you anymore. A million Hryvnia a month, if you refuse, I’ll break your good leg first, then finish you off here. If you dare to resist, I’ll kill everyone in this house, you choose."

Azaro angrily shouted, "You’re going too far!"

Shava snapped his fingers loudly and shouted, "Break his leg, if anyone resists, kill everyone here!"

Shava only brought two bodyguards in, but he was still reckless. Azaro’s two bodyguards raised their guns aimed at Shava, while Shava’s bodyguards slowly stepped forward, then fiercely said, "Do you want to die?"

Another bodyguard looked around the room, then suddenly pulled out a baton from behind and swung it out with a snap, completely ignoring Azaro’s bodyguards’ guns, aggressively advancing towards Azaro.

Simple, brutal, without skill, Shava was purely showing ruthlessness. If Azaro’s bodyguards dared to open fire, Shava would be the first to die. Though dressed in bulletproof suits gifted by Gao Yang, they couldn’t withstand rifle bullets. But Shava was willing to be ruthless with Azaro.

When Azaro opened the door and invited Shava in, Shava already had nothing to fear. Now Azaro had a family and property, while Shava was a person with nothing to lose. This was Shava’s confidence to be ruthless.

When Shava’s man with the baton reached Azaro, it was then that Azaro finally shouted, "Stop!"

Shava’s man acted as if he hadn’t heard, lifting the baton high, but at this moment, Shava finally said coldly, "Stop."

Azaro spread his hands, looking helpless, and said, "500,000 Hryvnia a month, I need to have something left. The situation isn’t good now, life is tough for everyone, I have to leave myself a bit."

Shava pondered for a moment, nodded, shrugged and said, "Alright, the situation is tough, business is hard, so temporarily make it 500,000 a month. We’ll talk later when things improve. See, I’m a reasonable person, I’m not stubborn, right? Have someone send the money to me tomorrow, you know where."

After gesturing for the guy holding the baton to come back, Shava casually said, "Next, let’s talk about the second item. Where are your hunting rifles? How many do you have? Take them out and let me see."

Azaro looked helpless, lowered his voice and said, "I have about four or five at home, I’ll call someone to fetch them now."

Shava waved his hand and said, "Let my people go with you to get them."

Azaro sighed, slowly stood up, then started heading upstairs, Shava’s two bodyguards followed, while Azaro’s two bodyguards exchanged a glance and quietly lowered their gun barrels, then slung their rifles over their shoulders. With Azaro yielding, what more could they say?

After a good ten minutes, Azaro limped back, and each of the two who went up with him carried two old hunting guns, though one was an old-style smoothbore gun.

Once Azaro came back, Shava suddenly said, "Brought them all?"

Azaro hesitated for a moment before nodding, "Yes, brought them all."

Shava glanced over, looked at the guns held by his men, and chuckled coldly, "I might not have made myself clear, it’s your hunting guns that attracted me to come here personally, otherwise did you think I’d go out of my way for you, old man?"

Azaro pointed to his nose, coldly said, "Do I look like an idiot?"

Azaro shook his head without speaking, while Shava coldly said, "Would an old cripple like you live upstairs? Obviously, you’d live downstairs, since some room here is your bedroom. You people, I know you too well, whatever good stuff you have, you’d have to keep an eye on personally. You’ve stolen lots of things, so you should watch your nice things closely, right?"

After saying this, Shava pointed at Azaro, said solemnly, "Do you know the biggest difference between you and me?"

Azaro slowly said, "What?"

Shava laughed, "You’re a thief, I’m a robber. You’re tough on your own men; if your guys mess up somewhere, you’d chop off their fingers or hands. But me, I prefer cutting off enemies’ hands, not brothers’. Listen, since I’m a robber, I’ll follow a robber’s way, I’ll have people turn your house upside down. We’ll follow the rules; your money or valuables at home I won’t touch. But if I find you’ve got hunting guns you didn’t voluntarily bring out, I’ll break your legs, chop off your ten fingers. Now, tell me, you haven’t forgotten anything, right?"

Azaro said slowly and painfully, "Yes, I forgot two guns in the safe."

Shava snapped his fingers, smiled, "Go get them."

Azaro sighed deeply, turned and walked again, but this time he didn’t go upstairs; he went to the room on the ground floor.

After making a gesture for Eileen, Shava smiled, "Take a look, there might be some good stuff."

Eileen looked at the hunting guns in front of her, sighed helplessly, then sprang up from the sofa and said to Gao Yang, "I’ve had enough! I find it very annoying, please sit in your place."

Gao Yang smiled, patted Eileen’s shoulder, and said softly, "Next time, I’ll let you come when there’s a good opportunity."

Gao Yang sat down, picked up a hunting gun, looked at it, and said softly, "Made in Czech, it’s an old gun, not bad, but not very valuable. Let me take a look at this one, oh, this one is actually quite nice, really nice!"

Gao Yang was surprised; he thought what taste could a thief boss have in antique gun collections? Even if he had stuff at home, it wouldn’t be anything good, but what surprised him was there actually were nice things.

Seeing Gao Yang’s shocked expression, Eileen couldn’t help but say softly, "Is this gun nice?"

Gao Yang took a deep breath, said softly, "Very nice, I don’t know who made it, but it has the Russian Royal mark, it’s a court use gun."

Really discovered a treasure, no, really grabbed a treasure, Gao Yang suddenly got excited, because when you find a piece of gold in wasteland, maybe it’s just the one piece, but it might also be a gold mine.

Gao Yang put down the hunting gun, picked up another, nodded repeatedly, "Nice, really nice, I’m not really sure who made this gun, but the style is undoubtedly late 19th century, well preserved, it is valuable!"

Three hunting guns, all intricately engraved, and all well preserved. Although he didn’t recognize the names he saw, what Gao Yang knew was still very limited, as he had just crammed some knowledge of antique hunting guns from Morgan. He knew some of the most famous gunsmith names, but the names of some valuable but second-tier gunsmiths he didn’t know.

Putting down the hunting gun, Gao Yang picked up the smoothbore gun, but after looking at it, quickly put it down because he knew nothing about smoothbore guns. Still, he could tell the condition was good, just couldn’t figure out any specifics.

Putting down the smoothbore gun, Gao Yang stroked his chin, said happily, "Tonight was worth it. These guns aren’t some casual enthusiast’s collection, these are definitely collector’s items. Maybe we really struck a gold mine tonight." (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)