Gao Yang, Taylor, and Karima left the vault. As the door slowly closed, Gao Yang cast one more wistful glance at the vault, which to him was a holy place.
After closing the door, Gao Yang exhaled deeply with his eyes shut, only regaining his composure when he could no longer see the old guns that had so captivated him.
"I didn't expect Poloneshenko to like old World War II guns. Kindred spirits! Now I have a newfound fondness for him."
After speaking, Gao Yang extended his hand toward Taylor, "Please give me back my gun."
Taylor shrugged, handed the battered, well-used Mosin-Nagant to Gao Yang, and smiled, "I wasn't planning on competing with you for it."
Gao Yang held a gun in each hand, hugging them tightly to his chest, and said resolutely, "Morgan's guns belong to Morgan, and mine belong to me. Later on, I will carefully select a few. Oh, this really is a treasure trove."
