Wasteland Code Survival Chapter 517: Cigars and low-quality cigarettes
The main residence of the Cheng family, the central villa.
Cheng Yanqiu sat on the sand made of first-layer cowhide imported from Italy, staring silently at the table in front of him-this position once belonged to his father, but now it is his turn to sit Here.
The only difference is that outside this villa, there are thousands of soldiers wearing Cheng's private army uniforms surrounding the villa. In every window and doorway of the villa, there is far more than one sniper. Lock the crosshair in the scope on it.
"Have you... ever imagined your own death?" Cheng Yanqiu suddenly lowered his head, and said to the ghost face who stood behind the table and peered through the curtains.
"Death?" The ghost face suddenly grinned open, which made his already hideous face even more distorted, looking particularly ghastly in the shadows.
"You also know that my work, every task, may not come back, the more times, I will be numb."
A light brown cigar was sandwiched between Guimian's fingers, and the end of the cigar was shining brightly, and an intoxicating smell filled the room.
Cheng Yanqiu’s father is an avid cigar lover. He opened a room in this villa to collect the precious cigars he bought from various well-known sources in the world. It’s just that Cheng Su entered the house. After the villa, in order to win over the hearts of the people, he used most of the expensive cigars as gifts. The inventory that was originally full of a room is now less than one-third.
Ghost face is a surviving Padron 1926 series No. 9o. This is an antique produced in 2o16. It is the founder of Padron Cigar Jose? Orlando? Padron to celebrate A commemorative product that I quit after spending the 90th year of my life.
This Padron 1926 Ninety has been stored in a storage cabinet that can maintain a constant temperature and humidity. Until half an hour ago, Ghost Face took it out of it and cut its front end flat with a military dagger. Then a cheap lighter that couldn't be better ignited.
If someone who loves cigars sees this scene, he will definitely think that the ghost face is violating Tianzhen. This kind of high-end goods should be lit with a special long-handled match instead of being carried in the flame. Windproof lighter with strong gasoline smell.
However, Guimian doesn't care, nor does Cheng Yanqiu.
Their lives are probably only the last few hours left, and the ghost face just wants to experience it. This kind of price is enough to buy a boutique sniper rifle. What are the cheap cigarettes that are often smoked on weekdays? That's the difference.
"It seems that this time, this villa is probably our cemetery." Cheng Yanqiu said in a low voice. He hadn't believed in reinforcements or something from the beginning. The origin of the memory card is as simple as possible. It came from Cheng Su.
As long as Cheng Yanqiu is held steady, then after refuge 9o9 is evacuated, Cheng Yanqiu will have no bargaining chips in his hands.
As for the hundreds of thousands of ordinary residents in residential areas who were too late to evacuate, in Cheng Su's eyes, they were just things that could be abandoned at will.
"It should be our cemetery, not your cemetery." Ghost Face smoked a cigar and said.
"That's right. Cheng Su wouldn't kill me here if he could capture me alive. I still have a lot of value for him to use." Cheng Yanqiu smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly.
People are not as good as heaven. This may be the arrangement of fate.
I don't know why, Cheng Yanqiu suddenly remembered these two lines, which were very popular in various film and literary works of the old age.
"As long as there is a chance to survive, you shouldn't give up, even if it's lingering." The ghost face suddenly pointed to his half-evil-like face, and squeezed the cigar in his hand at the corner of the table. In the ashtray.
"Well, a rough person like me is still not suitable for this stuff. Instead, I miss poor quality hand-rolled cigarettes."
"Is there any smoke left?" Cheng Yanqiu suddenly raised his head and looked at the ghost face.
"Smoke? There are still many cigars in the storeroom—"
"I'm talking about the inferior hand-rolled cigarettes you mentioned." Cheng Yanqiu said.
"There are the last two."
"Give me one."
Ghost Face glanced at Cheng Yanqiu, and then fumbled out a crushed paper box from his jacket pocket, took out two crumpled cigarettes from it, and threw one to Cheng Yanqiu.
Cheng Yanqiu took the cigarette, lit it, and took a hard sip.
It’s very choking. The pungent taste of inferior tobacco reverberates in the throat and respiratory tract, as if inhaling a mouthful of hot chili noodles—this inferior cigarette with traces of military stimulants is part of this era. Like bullets, radiation and death, they are synonymous with this era after annihilation.
Ghost face also lit the last cigarette, and the mellow aroma of the cigar that originally permeated the room was instantly washed away by the smell of the inferior cigarette.
"Actually, I have always been weird." Guimian took a hard sip, and the short cigarette immediately shortened its length by nearly one-third. "You are a rich young master of the Cheng consortium, why Wouldn't you like cigars, something that the best people should smoke, but you like this stuff?"
"Because I grew up in this kind of environment--" Cheng Yanqiu said slowly, his eyes hidden behind the rising smoke, making the ghost face not very real.
"Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, I am a child of a family who was born with a golden spoon and lived in a privileged environment since childhood, the only young master of the Cheng family, and the future heir of the Cheng consortium."
"What outsiders don’t know is that since I can remember, the whole world, except for my parents, is full of hostility towards me. Those who have the same blood flowing in their veins as mine, they laugh I stretched out my hand and wanted to pick me up, but when I stretched out their pupils, I saw the disgust hidden behind the smile."
"Except for my parents, no one really feels joy for my birth. My appearance means that they and their nephews will lose something, and these things are what they tried to get ."
"For example, the position of the Patriarch?" The ghost face tilted his head. The usual cold soldier king, now like the big brother of a neighbor, quietly leaned against the mahogany bookshelf, listening to Cheng Yanqiu's words.
"One of them~IndoMTL.com~ I learned to observe words and colors when I was very young. I can detect the true thoughts of a person from the subtle changes in his face, but because of this, my childhood hardly What happiness is it."
"It's really bloody, it's like the series that aired at 8 o'clock before the war." Ghost face shrugged.
"Later I learned that almost every child born in a big family is the same. In the eyes of outsiders, when we are born, we have a pure gold spoon in our mouth, but only we know that this handle How sharp is the edge of the spoon, if you are not careful, you will cut your mouth and tongue with blood."
Cheng Yanqiu was smoking while talking.
"So when I was twelve years old, I voluntarily asked to leave the family. Under the arrangement of my father, I set off for a mineral company in Nepal and prepared to start a three-year experience."...
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