As the gangsters entered the safe house, their eyes widened at the sight of the piles of treasure before them. The room was filled with an array of valuable items, each more dazzling than the last.
One gangster approached a delicate porcelain vase, carefully lifting it to examine the intricate designs. “Hey, isn’t this from the Ming Dynasty in China?” he said, pointing to the detailed blue and white patterns. “I remember seeing something like this in a museum catalog. This could easily fetch between $500, 000 to $1 million at an auction. It should be in a museum, not here.”
Another gangster, drawn to a vintage pocket watch, picked it up and admired its craftsmanship. “Yeah, and this looks like one of those rare 19th-century Swiss watches,” he noted, running his fingers over the ornate engravings. “They say it belonged to a famous European aristocrat. This piece could be worth around $200, 000 and should be in a private collection or a horology museum.”
A third gangster, captivated by a piece of jade, leaned in for a closer look. “This jade carving is definitely from ancient Mesopotamia,” he said, tracing the smooth, green surface. “They used to believe it had protective powers. It’s probably valued at $300, 000 and should be part of a historical exhibit.”
Nearby, a gangster was inspecting a set of ornate jewelry, lifting a necklace to catch the light. “These look like they came from the Mughal Empire in India,” he said, admiring the intricate gold and gemstone work. “The craftsmanship is incredible. This set could be worth over $1 million and should belong to a wealthy family or be displayed in a heritage museum.”
Another gangster, holding a golden chalice, marveled at its weight and design. “This has to be from the Spanish Armada,” he said, turning it over to examine the markings. “They say it was part of a treasure fleet that never made it back to Spain. This could be valued at $500, 000 and should be in a maritime museum.”
Finally, one gangster picked up a beautifully crafted mask, running his fingers over its detailed carvings. “This is from the Benin Kingdom in Africa,” he said, holding it up for the others to see. “It’s a piece of history, representing their rich cultural heritage. This mask could be worth $250, 000 and should be in a cultural museum.”
As they moved through the room, they also pointed out a Faberge egg, a symbol of Russian opulence, valued at over $2 million, and a rare manuscript from the Renaissance, worth around $750, 000, both of which should be in the hands of collectors or historical archives.
The gangsters couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe as they pointed out each item, recognizing the historical significance and beauty of the treasures.
As the gangsters continued to marvel at the treasures, one of them couldn’t help but voice his curiosity. “Why are all these items here?” he wondered aloud, scratching his head. “I mean, what kind of group did Mr. Hawk send us to attack?”
Another gangster, equally puzzled, replied, “Maybe it’s a group of thieves, and that’s why he had us pose as bandits? It would make sense if they were hoarding stolen goods.”
A third gangster nodded in agreement, chuckling, “Yeah, but we ended up looking more like a circus troupe than bandits.”
The Boxer Champion, sensing the need to focus, interrupted, “We’ll figure it out later. Right now, we need to destroy and burn these papers.” He pointed to a drawer he had just opened, revealing a stack of documents.
The others gathered around, pulling out the papers, which detailed various orders and the names of those involved. The Boxer Champion grinned, “Let’s get rid of these documents outside and burn them.”
The group quickly moved into action, gathering the papers and heading outside. As they began to destroy and set the documents ablaze, the three gang bosses emerged from the shadows, curious about the commotion. With all the guards knocked out, it was safe for them to step into the open.
The gangsters effectively ripped up the documents, lighting them on fire. The fire flickered in the darkness, consuming the evidence.
When the three gang bosses entered the safe house, they were taken aback by the sight of the treasures. Baldy, eyes wide with surprise, exclaimed, “What kind of safe house did we target? Who owns all this?”
The gang boss with deep-set eyes, shaking his head in disbelief, added, “Mr. Hawk is something else. We’re definitely bringing home a massive haul tonight.”
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On the other side, in the middle of the ocean, where pirates were busy transferring their loot, Mr. Long’s boat approached, spotting the large pirate ship. “What are pirates doing on this route?” Mr. Long exclaimed, surprised by the sight of the ship.
“Mr. Long, look! They’re moving our goods. What should we do?” one of Mr. Long’s crew members asked, pointing at the pirates handling their cargo.
“Tch!” Mr. Long clicked his tongue in frustration. “This is a huge loss for the company and the Costa Familia if we lose these items. Ram the pirate ship and fight them. If we’re going down, we’re taking them with us!”
“Yes, sir!” Mr. Long’s crew, composed of mafia members rather than ordinary company workers, quickly armed themselves with guns and other weapons, preparing for battle.
On the deck of the pirate ship, the captain noticed the larger boat speeding towards them, larger than the one they were robbing. He grinned, “Looks like their backup has arrived. Hurry up and face them!”
“Aye! Aye! Captain!” the pirates responded, dropping what they were doing to prepare for the incoming threat.
Moments later, Boom! Mr. Long’s larger boat collided with the pirate ship, and chaos erupted. The mafia crew opened fire on the advancing pirates, catching them off guard with their unexpected firepower. The first wave of pirates fell quickly, unprepared for the armed resistance.
Realizing the dire situation, the pirate captain shouted, “Retreat and grab your weapons!”
The pirates scrambled back, retrieving their guns and preparing for a counterattack. Soon, gunfire echoed across the ocean as both sides exchanged shots, creating a tense standoff in the middle of the sea.
The pirates, now armed and ready, took cover behind barrels and masts, firing back at Mr. Long’s crew. The sound of gunfire was deafening, punctuated by the occasional shout or cry as bullets found their marks.
Mr. Long, taking charge, barked orders to his men. “Keep pushing forward! We can’t let them regroup!” His crew, well-trained and disciplined, advanced with precision, using the ship’s structure for cover as they returned fire.
One of Mr. Long’s men, a sharpshooter, climbed to a higher vantage point on their boat, picking off pirates with deadly accuracy. Each shot he fired found its target, creating chaos among the pirate ranks.
Meanwhile, a group of Mr. Long’s men managed to board the pirate ship, engaging in close-quarters combat. The clash of steel rang out as knives and swords were drawn, adding a brutal, visceral layer to the battle.
The pirate captain, seeing his men falter, rallied them with a fierce cry. “Don’t let them take our ship! Fight back, you scallywags!” His words reignited the pirates’ resolve, and they launched a fierce counterattack, swinging from ropes and leaping across the deck to engage the mafia in hand-to-hand combat.