342: Chapter 340: Don’t worry too much about the things you snatched.
342: Chapter 340: Don’t worry too much about the things you snatched.
The Poles had arrived in some fashion and then slunk away defeated, but in the process of driving them off, Gao Yang and his companions naturally lost the chance to leave on the plane that had brought the Poles as well.
The Poles were gone and the security situation had eased somewhat, and with Li Jinfang staying behind, Kolm decided it was unnecessary to look for new armed security and simply left the original guards under the command of Li Jinfang.
After a one-day delay, Gao Yang and his group took a small plane procured by Kolm and went directly to Juba.
Gao Yang and Destin were both armed, so there was no issue taking a small plane, which didn’t need to land at Juba’s international airport at all—they could just find any dirt strip outside the city.
However, transferring to Djibouti would be much more troublesome, requiring an international flight and crossing the entire airspace of Ethiopia.
Despite the chaos of South Sudan’s airport management, boarding a flight fully armed was definitely out of the question.
The plan for Gao Yang and his team was to try to find someone in Juba to ship their weapons to Djibouti and then catch a flight directly there.
However, the likelihood of their equipment being stolen if shipped was very high.
Unwilling to part with his gear, an exasperated Gao Yang had no choice but to ask for Morgan’s help, hoping Morgan could allow them to board the plane with their weapons and equipment.
For Morgan, a problem solvable with money was no problem at all.
Eager to see Gao Yang, or more precisely, the pair of double-barreled shotguns Gao Yang was bringing, Morgan had Gao Yang and his group stay for one day in Juba and then sent his private plane there.
Thanks to Morgan’s private plane, the journey ahead became easier.
They dropped Destin and the others in Djibouti, who then transferred all the weapons and equipment to a connecting ship, while Gao Yang flew to New York with ease.
Morgan was waiting for Gao Yang in New York.
He was originally in Portland, but since Gao Yang’s first stop in the United States was New York, Morgan waited for him there.
Frey had also arrived in New York and had already rented a house.
However, Gao did not inform Frey and Glolov of his trip to New York; he planned to surprise them—especially Yelena, of course.
The plane didn’t land at an international airport in New York like Kennedy Airport, but at a small airfield exclusive to private aircraft.
Before Gao even disembarked the plane, he saw Morgan standing by the runway, eagerly awaiting his arrival.
When Gao walked down the stairs with a couple of cases holding the shotguns, Morgan immediately stepped forward and gave Gao a big hug, meanwhile mentioning that the cases were specially prepared by Morgan and placed on his plane just for Gao’s guns.
After hugging Gao, Morgan briskly rubbed his hands together, looking excitedly at the cases in Gao’s hands.
Heaving a sigh of relief, he said in a deep voice, “Come on, buddy, come on, let me see what wonderful treasures you, you lucky fellow, have brought.”
Gao couldn’t suppress a chuckle as he pushed the cases forward, smiling, “It’s time to unpack.”
Morgan shook his head repeatedly, his face full of anticipation, “No, no, no, there are two guns here.
It would waste the anticipation and surprise that you don’t get many times in your life if they were all revealed at once.
Come on, Gao, give me your gifts one by one.”
After speaking, Morgan closed his eyes, his chest heaving rapidly, and he stretched out his hands like a child, waiting for the moment the gift would be placed in his grasp.
Gao Yang randomly pulled open the zipper of a gun case and took out the 16-gauge shotgun, handing it over to Morgan.
He waited until Morgan had a firm grip before letting go.
Morgan opened his eyes and immediately grinned like a child.
After carefully inspecting the shotgun in his hands, he said exuberantly, “Incredible, an incredible piece, it’s so perfectly preserved.
This is the work of the English gunsmith Clemens K.
Larvin, no mistake.
This gun is likely from his peak period between 1890 and 1900.
During that time, his pieces were mostly used by socialites for bird shooting competitions.
Look at this Pigeon mark; the former owner of this gun must have won a championship with it.”
Gao Yang shrugged and said, “What I’m concerned about is how is the gun?”
Morgan, still smiling, replied, “It’s fantastic.
In terms of value among my collection, it could rank between fourth and sixth place.
K.K.L’s pieces are plentiful but highly sought after by collectors.
And to find one this well-preserved is incredibly in demand.
Gao, although I already knew you were giving me a K.K.L piece, I must say, seeing this gun in such perfect condition has given me yet another pleasant surprise.”
After that, Morgan reluctantly placed the gun back into the case and carefully stored it away.
Then Morgan rubbed his hands together again, his face full of anticipation as he said, “Come on, let’s see what the next surprise is like.”
Morgan closed his eyes again and stretched out his hands.
After Gao Yang placed another shotgun in Morgan’s hands, Morgan held his breath and slowly opened his eyes.
But after he saw the shotgun in his grasp, the expression on Morgan’s face was not one of joy, but deep contemplation.
“No!
No!
My God, these damn bastards who deserve to go to hell, how could he, how dare he do this!
These shameless, vile, damn vermin!”
When Morgan looked at the butt of the gun, with its barrel pointing downward, he suddenly burst out in a roar, his eyes wide with anger as if he were a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
Gao Yang was startled by the furious Morgan and hurriedly checked to ensure no one was nearby.
He ran to a spot where only he, Morgan, and a few bodyguards were present and heaved a sigh of relief, then urgently asked, “What’s wrong?
What happened?”
Morgan, overwhelmed with grief and rage, held the gun’s stock up to Gao Yang’s eyes and shouted angrily, “See for yourself, look at what those damned people have done.”
Gao Yang looked closely and saw that at the bottom of the stock, a line had been engraved, in Arabic.
The characters were carved into the stock, then filled with gold powder.
If Gao Yang were to comment, that golden row of Arabic looked quite beautiful…
“How could they do this, how could they!
This is a piece by Clemens, and they dared to deface Clemens’s work just to inscribe this stupid name.
My God, their actions are even worse than Queen Victoria’s.
I could tolerate a stamp, but they actually engraved the gun!
Such acts will send them to hell!”
Watching Morgan rage, Gao Yang sighed, patted him on the shoulder, and whispered, “Alright, calm down, please.
I know you’re angry now, but think about how this gun came to be in your hands.
Maybe then you’ll feel a lot better.
Stolen goods shouldn’t be fretted over too much.” (To be continued.
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