Does that make me look like a journalist? "The young man sorted out his small collared shirt in front of the mirror.
He was dressed in a meticulously crafted little evening gown, which didn't match the dim surroundings filled with red wine bottles.
No, you dress like a waiter in the hotel lobby helping me carry my luggage and asking for a tip. "The cigar smoker still couldn't do without his thick Havana cigar, exhaling smoke and wandering around the edge of the wine cellar to check the vintage of the red wine.
This only indicates one thing, that you are staying in high-end hotels, "the young man didn't look at him." The waiter can afford Florentine shirts and handmade evening gowns
Believe me, even the waiters in the thirty dollar one night motel in our hometown dress like this, "the cigar smoking man licked his lips." Where's the gun
No need to bring a gun, there are guns everywhere inside, I just need a small piece of metal
Knife? There's a metal detector over there
No one wants you to openly enter the venue with a paratrooper knife, "the young man glanced back at him and took off a medium length wig by swiping two fingers in his hairline. He turned over his wig and fixed a very thin knife with tape, basking in the cold light.
Oh! Clever design, beautiful knife. They probably won't use a metal detector to rub against the back of your head, "the cigar smoker took the knife over and fiddled with it, trying its edge with his hand." It's an old handle, um, it's still very sharp. But isn't it a little small? Are you planning to use it to sharpen apples
The thing that has been used for many years is handy. Its blade is three inches long, enough to kill people. "The young man took the knife back and lifted it up, squinting his eyes and staring under the lamp.
The gift for the first love? "The cigar smoker pursed his lips.
Not a lover
Anyway, it's something similar, isn't it? This thing, which has been used for many years, has a mystical effect like having someone's soul attached to it. My friend, the first woman he got engaged to, gave him a local specialty from his hometown, which was a small bottle of Canadian ice wine. That woman was a very devout Southern Baptist and was not allowed to drink alcohol or seek pleasure. But my friend was a dog bastard who could get drunk and die in a bottle
The cigar smoker stopped talking and continued to search for the red wine he wanted. The young man tied his tie and there was a subtle silence between the two.
And then what? "The young man suddenly asked.
Well, I was just waiting for you to ask, 'And then what?' "The cigar smoker straightened up," And then that good girl gave a small bottle of ice wine to the dog bastard. This act of breaking faith made my friend feel happier than having the entire harem of Sudan. Unfortunately, that woman died, and her Baptist family and the city were all thrown into the sky by a nuclear bomb, leaving no dust behind
Hmm
My friend only had that cute little bottle of wine left, so he punched a hole in the bottle and hung it on his chest with a silver chain. Before each action, he prayed to the bottle, even though at any other time it seemed like he should have been struck by lightning by God. He believed that at this moment, the girl would bless him like the Virgin Mary, and all the bullets fired at him would turn halfway
How effective is it
Very good, "the cigar smoker shrugged." It's been over ten years, and finally a bullet went through his left chest and made a hole the size of an apple. He lay in my arms and asked me if I had a bottle opener, and I said no, but I could use a gun to blow open the bottle, and I really did
What was the result
He drank that bottle of wine, shouted 'Hallelujah', and died
Very interesting story, "the young man said after a moment of silence.
If you need anything, come to me anytime, "the cigar smoker picked up his hat and put a bottle of wine into the pocket of his coat." Wishing you all the best. This time, we are on the same side as L.M.A., have we never tried to team up with Hound Fox? "
Never, there can only be one person standing in the sunshine with him, and the other must stand in the darkness, "said the young man.
Anyway, we must keep Peng Baoji safe. He is the spark that ignites the grassland, "the cigar smoker opened the door.
Peng Baoji will not succumb to the pressure of the academy, but he will not follow you either. He is the spark of freedom. Aren't you afraid of being burned by his flames? "The young man turned back to look at him.
Hi, hey, who do you think I am? An agent of L.M.A? We are already people who play with fire. "The cigar smoker pulled out the "Balkan Eagle" from his arms and flipped it proudly in his huge palm.