Rise of the Wasteland

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"Why do you come to me as a Mexican?" Major Harding leaned on a high chair, legs on the desk, sneered at Rubin who came to visit him, taunting and despising words.

Normally Rubin came out to do things, and all kinds of cowardice and caution were needed. Because the "Inkley" master has all the resources in the city, one accidentally offends the trouble. But today he found the manager of ‘Inkley’ in Port Progreso, but his expression was slightly natural.

"Mr. Harding, our Governor invites you tomorrow night ..." Rubin worked hard to make his smile reflect his haughty attitude, but the "Inkley" personnel in recent months still made him subconscious. Bent down.

But even so respectfully, Major Harding, who has the power of port management, interrupted immediately: "I received the invitation you sent. But sorry, I'm not free."

"Sorry" was said in his mouth, but Harding's face didn't mean a little "sorry". Instead he teased: "Tell your governor, be honest in his governor's house, don't think about what you shouldn't. We all know what he wants to do, but he won't succeed. of.

Our 'Inkley' has always been generous and will keep him a little decent. But ... his offense to His Excellency Lula has caused us resentment and anger. I know he persuaded the headquarters to send an inspection team to Merida to investigate, but I would say his little cleverness is too ridiculous.

Although Lula's management style is a bit rough, I still agree with his ability. Therefore, I feel that Your Excellency Alfonso should not disturb it any more, otherwise ... it would not be a big deal to change the Governor. Anyway, grabbing a Mexican under my hand can do better than him. dont you agree? Hahaha ... "

Lieutenant Colonel Harding didn't even look at Rubin bowing at all when he was talking. He was holding a nail clipper in his hands for a manicure. After speaking, he waved his hand casually to signal his attitude. At the end, he said something to Rubin ‘tell me your governor, you can get away’.

In the face of this outrageous attitude, Rubin could not help but burst into anger. In the past, he could only leave in silence and patience, because he was just a weak Mexican, eating and drinking Lhasa relying on 'Increte' alms, and the waist rod could not harden at all. But things are different now ...

"Mr. Harding, in fact, I am sending you a few gifts on behalf of our governor this time. Our governor said that whether you come to the party tomorrow or not, these gifts are his friendly attitude to you." Too lazy to be too polite, he decided to go directly to the big killer.

"Gift? Hahaha ... what kind of gift can a guy who is trapped in the Governor's Mansion only give me? Can he give me his woman?

Boy, you know that I am the port manager of Progreso, and the transportation of the entire Yucatan area needs to pass through me. I don't think there is anything you Governor can give me. To be rich in materials, I am the king here. "

Major Harding's position is important, and the port management power he holds is an excellent position for fishing. He did not grasp the lives and kills of the entire Yucatán population as Lula did, but from another perspective he grasped the fate of everyone in the entire region.

Hearing that Rubin was going to give a gift to Governor Alfonso, His Excellency Major laughed, laughed, and spoke loudly throughout the office. Even the guards behind him looked at Rubin with disdain. The ridiculous sound didn't last for a long time, and suddenly a few throaty grunts came out, also issued by the guards.

The sound was like the tapeworm discovered a long-loved good thing, inspiring the owner's strong need and possessive desire. The sound was so loud that Major Harding's laughter couldn't be hidden, clear and audible.

"Is the gift special? What the **** is that?" Harding looked back at the guard behind him strangely, and then looked at the crumbling Rubin in front. He leaned his feet on the chair, even if he looked up, he could not see the area blocked by the desk. And just under that area, Rubin seemed to be pulling something out of a box.

The sound of the jingle bell sounded like a slight collision of glass bottles, and Harding's mind immediately recalled the familiar scene-the bartender holding a bottle to pour the wine in the bar. This scene was common in the past, but it is almost extinct now. . At least not in Mexico.

Westerners have a strong bar culture, and having a free time to go to the bar for a drink is a social activity carried out by men, women and children.

Wine is a necessity for westerners. But waste soil is hard to eat, and drinking is already an extravagant act for many people. The point is that even with status and power, it is difficult to get wine now.

In the past few months, 'Increte' has desperately searched Mexico's living resources, and all kinds of goods are moving towards the United States. In the early days, Major Harding could still see rum and other materials from the shipping list, but now the wine thing is gone.

The weather in the nuclear winter is cold, and ‘drink a drink’ is a stronger demand for Westerners. It is the best way to eliminate sorrow, reduce stress, and even mediate the body and mind—the problem is that there is no wine!

Harding's own throat knots were agitated. In just one or two seconds, many thoughts repeatedly popped into his mind-is it really wine? impossible? It is impossible to have wine in the hands of Alfonso. Maybe it's canned or something, but I don't lack canned food, in fact, I'm almost tired of eating canned food. It can't be wine, absolutely impossible!

but…….

Hmm ..., two big wine bottles were placed on the desk following the movement of Rubin ~ www.readwn.com ~ He expressed his full stomach temper through this movement, which was mixed with discomfort , Anger, pride and mockery. He waited to see the noble Major Major Harding bow down before a bottle of wine.

The whisky brought by Zhou Qingfeng did not disappoint Rubin, it was powerful enough.

The moment the speculation was revealed, the speculation and doubts of Major Harding quickly disappeared. His original pride had disappeared, and the idea of ​​a drink had exploded like a thunder, and his strong alcohol addiction urged him to take a quick sip.

For a group accustomed to drinking, it is a hellish torment to not drink a few months. Major Harding felt that he had been forced to quit drinking, and the demand for wine had gradually faded. But now he knew that it was not downplaying, but waiting for a fierce outbreak after accumulating to a certain degree.

"I have never heard of this brand of" Extreme "brand of whisky." Major Harding was a bit disregardful, he jumped up from his chair and snatched a bottle of wine, glanced at the bottle, said nothing. He said that the bottle cap was opened with a bottle opener, and Guru grunted a big mouthful.

what……!

After finishing the filling, Harding slaps a sip of wine, stares at the bottle with incredible eyes, as if still determining that he is really drinking whiskey. He followed his head with three laughs and shouted in cheering, "This wine is awesome. I feel that my soul is going to heaven, and God is with me." (To be continued.)

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