Mercenary’s War
Chapter 716 - 716 708 That Gun

716: Chapter 708: That Gun 716: Chapter 708: That Gun Frey, eager to count the money, while Antonio waved his hand and said, “These are all one hundred dollar bills, looking at the condition of the bills, the thickness of the stacks, and the dimensions, it should be around 3.7 million US dollars, with an error margin of no more than one hundred thousand US dollars.”

Gao Yang felt that Antonio was perhaps a bit too much of an expert; how could someone just glance and know the amount of money in a stack?

Frey directly said, “You can tell all that just by looking?”

Kesen, discontentedly said, “Of course he can tell, you can’t even imagine how sensitive this guy is to banknotes, it’s really frustrating.

We’ve only just managed to retrieve our own commission.”

Although Antonio had given a figure, they definitely still needed to count it.

Gao Yang and the other two each took the money and placed it beside them, ten thousand US dollars per stack, which made it easy to count.

Soon, the money was divided into three smaller piles.

After summing up the figures each of them had counted, Gao Yang, Glolov, and Frey all looked at each other.

The total was 3.66 million US dollars, which was four hundred thousand less than Antonio’s estimate.

Gao Yang stood up and clapped his hands, smiling, “Very good, excellent indeed.

It seems we won’t have to pay for Dusselyev’s death.”

Glolov’s face showed an interesting expression as he shrugged his shoulders and said, “I thought we would have to bleed a lot this time, but it turns out, I don’t have to pay a single cent.

Hmm, Dusselyev has prepared his own funeral expenses, that’s nice.”

Frey gave Antonio a thumbs up, “Dude, you are impressive!”

With the money left by Dusselyev, they wouldn’t need to dig into their own pockets to pay Kesen and the others their commission.

Although the money saved was for Glolov, it also made Gao Yang very happy.

Pointing at the few piles of money, Gao Yang smiled at Kesen and said, “It’s all yours now, our commission has been paid, and the extra money, well, we don’t need to split it half and half anymore, it all goes to you, you can distribute it as you see fit.”

Kesen, quite gloomily said, “Thanks for your generosity, Antonio, you had the most dangerous job, breaking into the safe, the extra money is yours.

Alright, let’s keep working.”

Kesen and Antonio carefully searched Dusselyev’s house, and Gao Yang and the others weren’t idle either, he was searching for any documents with text.

Much to Gao Yang’s disappointment, there was nothing of value in Dusselyev’s house, especially what he wanted to find to trace Dusselyev’s social network, like a phone book or such.

It wasn’t long before Kesen suddenly stopped, then said to Gao Yang, “Alright, we’re done cleaning the lower floors, my men are pulling out, you guys can head back now.

From now on, that KGB’s death has nothing to do with you anymore.”

After speaking to Gao Yang, Kesen snapped his fingers at Antonio, “Keep going, I’ll go downstairs with them to handle the follow-up, Jeremy and the others will come up to help you.”

Gao Yang and the other two went back with Kesen to Glolov’s house, where only Tommy was left.

Once back, Gao Yang first went to the bathroom to check, not only was there no trace of evidence left behind, but the bathroom was also immaculately clean, the tiles glistening brightly.

When Gao Yang returned to the living room, Kesen spoke in a serious tone, “Now our work is half done, at least the police will definitely not find you guys.

As for the Mafia pursuit that you’re worried about, I still need further intelligence to proceed with the next steps, and that might take some time.”

“Okay, I’m very satisfied with your work.

Now, a question, can we move away from here now?

We might need to move more than one apartment, possibly three at the same time.”

Gao Yang felt that the apartment was no longer safe for Yelena and the others to continue living in, not just from a safety perspective but also because someone had died there, which would make it uncomfortable to live in.

Plus, if they were to move, the Frye Family had to move too, but he was concerned that moving immediately might raise suspicions.

After a moment of thought, Kesen said, “You can move, but not too quickly.

You’ll need to wait a bit longer.”

“How long would that be?”

After considering seriously for a moment, Kesen said, “It can’t be before ten o’clock tomorrow morning.”

Hearing Kesen’s reply, Gao Yang, who had thought they might need to wait ten days to half a month, laughed and said, “Alright, that’s quite a long time indeed, then we’ll move tomorrow.”

While they were talking, Kesen’s phone rang in his pocket.

Kesen answered the call and listened seriously for a long time before hanging up and saying to Gao Yang, “The intelligence has arrived, the KGB was lying.”

Gao Yang perked up, “What did you find out?

Tell me in detail.”

Kesen slowly said, “Your Badakovsky is still in Russia.

In 2005, Badakovsky was put in Black Prison, where he lives and remotely controls the Saint Petersburg Gang.

However, it can be confirmed that for the past four years, Badakovsky has never left his prison, and he will be released from his sentence in October this year.”

It seems to have become a tradition for the Russian Mafia Godfathers to live in prisons, and for those godfathers to remotely control their operations from within those prisons—not confined, but residing.

Kesen said there was a reason why Badakovsky was residing in “his” prison; in that prison, Badakovsky could enjoy all the amenities.

In such dark prisons, the warden’s words were less effective than Badakovsky’s.

Glolov knew what Black Prison was like, so he frowned and said, “Can we confirm that Badakovsky indeed never left his prison?”

Kesen nodded and replied, “He never left.

We can confirm that.

Moreover, Badakovsky’s son, named Telekin, is indeed in New York and has indeed established a Saint Petersburg Gang branch.

However, Telekin is having a tough time.

Despite his aggressive methods, he is losing the battle against the local forces in New York and is currently under investigation by the FBI.

But it is indeed possible that Dusselyev and Telekin had contact today.

Telekin needs an experienced veteran to help him break through in New York, though currently, we cannot confirm this for certain and further investigation is necessary.”

Gao Yang asked, “Are we in any danger?”

Kesen smiled and said, “Of course not.

Trust me, not only are the Mafia unable to protect themselves, but even if the CIA and FBI were to investigate together, they still couldn’t locate you.”

After saying this, Kesen stood up, smiled, and said, “Alright, everything that needed your involvement is now concluded.

You have no connections whatsoever with Dusselyev’s death.

Moving forward, even if there are issues, they will be our concerns.

As for you, you can move if you want, or stay here and live peacefully if you prefer.”

Gao Yang and Kesen shook hands, laughing.

“Thank you.

Please extend my thanks to your friends as well.

It was a very pleasant cooperation.”

Kesen also smiled and said, “Pleasure doing business with you.

Call me if there are any future deals.

Goodbye, gentlemen.

I wish you a pleasant life.”

After Kesen left, only Gao Yang and his three friends remained.

At that moment, Tommy heaved a long sigh, saying, “Is there anything that money can’t do in this world?

These people are too powerful; they can make the wealthy live beyond the law.”

Gao Yang shook his head and said, “No, it’s not just about money.

Do you really think these people can say whatever they want?

But actually, they are extremely low-key.

They don’t cross certain lines.

Ordinary wealthy people couldn’t even hire them.

It’s not just about money.

In fact, very few people know about the cleaners.

If Grand Ivan hadn’t vouched for us and introduced us, the cleaners would never have taken our business.”

After speaking, Gao Yang said quietly, “Although it’s said to be over, I think it’s better if we move.

What do you guys think?”

Immediately, Glolov said, “We must move.”

Frey laughed lightly, “Then let’s move.

How about we buy our own house?

Tommy, what are you planning?”

Tommy hesitated for a moment and said, “I need to ask Vita’s opinion.”

Glolov said sternly, “Whether we buy or rent, money is not an issue, but I suggest we rent first.

We can buy when we retire and settle down.

What’s important now is that we need to find a suitable place to move to.”

Gao Yang stood up and said, “Discuss the housing issue among yourselves first.

I’ll talk to you guys later; I have a very important call to make now.”

Gao Yang went into Yelena’s room by himself and closed the door.

Afterward, he took out the satellite phone and checked his watch.

After all the turmoil, it was already past one in the morning.

He thought it might be inappropriate to call in the middle of the night, but after a brief hesitation, he immediately dialed Morgan’s number.

Gao Yang figured Morgan had been waiting for this news for decades; it was a surprise, not a scare.

Calling in the middle of the night was a minor detail not worth fussing over.

Morgan’s phone was always on, but it took a bit longer than usual for him to answer.

When the call connected, Morgan spoke in a slightly nasal voice, “Gao, what’s happened?”

Calling in the middle of the night definitely meant there was an emergency, so Morgan directly asked Gao Yang what had happened.

After organizing his thoughts, Gao Yang spoke softly, “Morgan, I found a lead on that gun.”

On the phone, Gao Yang only heard a thump, followed by a moment of silence, and then the sound of someone jumping barefoot from the bed to the floor, and then Morgan’s trembling voice, “You mean that gun?”

“Yes, Princess Sissi’s gun.”

After several gasps, Morgan said anxiously, “Where is it!

Where are you, is the gun with you?

Oh God, please tell me, are you sure?”

Morgan was beside himself.

Gao Yang spoke calmly, “Morgan, try not to get too excited.

The gun isn’t with me; I just found a lead.

Where are you?

I’m currently in New York.

I think it’s better if we talk in person.

Should I bring it to you, or will you come here?”

Impatiently, Morgan said, “I’m coming to you right now; I’m in Washington.

I’m heading over right now, wait for me!

What’s the lead?

Gao, you really are my lucky star!” (To be continued.

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