But now...
It all laid there like scrap metal, dead silent, quietly waiting for the advancing torrent.
At that moment, the Maneki-neko at the door meowed again. Chernenko looked up and saw two men who looked like they were from Latin America coming in.
"Hello, sir, how can I help you?"
"Do you sell those medals?" one of them asked, pointing at an iron box.
Chernenko raised his eyebrows without saying a word.
The other man then brought out a box from his side, opened it, and revealed stacks of US dollars.
There must have been hundreds of thousands of US dollars.
But Chernenko frowned, feeling that the men meant no good.
"Sir, our company operates by the rules of fair and just dealings, either money or, well, bullets," the man said as he pulled out a gun and pointed it at him.
"Please... don't shoot!" Chernenko raised his hands quickly and agreed to give them the medals.
"Thank you, here's your payment, goodbye."
