Chapitre 6: Chapter 6: 1.6 – New mission – Cohiba Behike limited edition
Kwon Taek Joo was kept at the police station for a long time. A policeman passing by handed him a thick blanket. I don't know when it was washed, but a musty smell hit his nose. But even after turning on the heater, the devilish cold still fills the room, right now Kwon Taek Joo has no choice but to put something on his body.
He wrapped himself in a blanket and looked down at his throbbing wrist, which had just been bandaged. Inside is the fingerprint of the killer who was still intact. He himself must have been so surprised, so that he didn't feel any pain even after first aid. Kwon Taek Joo didn't even know that his wrist was dislocated and it was only when the medical staff was about to give him first aid that Kwon Taek Joo realised why he couldn't use his strength in his hands. He moved his fingers sticking out of the bandage and laughed at himself.
It's impossible to say. Not only was he suddenly kidnapped, but from nowhere, a murderous bastard suddenly appeared to save Kwon Taek Joo and then suddenly disappeared. No, can you call it 'save'? His shirt was taken away, even his healing wrist is now dislocated. If the police were just a little late, he would have become a cry corpse.
Is that name human? Is an adult man's wrist broken because he grabbed it? If with a fragile or vulnerable body, you can at least understand it. One of the things Kwon Taek Joo is proud of is his strong and solid muscles. But now that I think about it, it is true that his strength is really beyond his imagination.
At that moment the person in charge appeared again. He sat down, causing the old chair to scream.
"This case seems to be done by people who are not satisfied with this contract. Since this is a large-scale project, there will definitely be people jealous. I heard that the capital amount is up to 10 trillion won, right?"
Although nominally a civil servant, he refers to contracts between countries as a war. When it comes to expected profits, even his cloudy eyes shine brightly. Kwon Taek Joo silently did not respond, but just looked up at the clock on the wall in discontent. He wanted to go back to the hotel as quickly as possible.
But even then, the official in charge was excited and said that he hoped the incident would not cause any prejudice to Russia and that no matter what, he would definitely find out who was behind the incident. A superior who was about to go out for dinner wondered why Kwon Taek Joo was still here and allowed him to leave.
"My luggage..."
"Oh, you mean the bag in their car? If it were that, I would have brought it over there. I also checked to see if there were any bombs or location tracking devices inside. You don't have to thank me because these are just small things."
It seems that you must say thank you. Kwon Taek Joo nodded and stood up. Just as the police officer said, a handbag was placed right in front of the door. Kwon Taek Joo quickly grabbed it and left the office. He went downstairs to find his way back to the hotel, the policeman just now followed him. Kwon Taek Joo tried to ignore it because he thought he was just accidentally sharing the road, but the policeman continued to follow and keep a certain distance from him. Finally Kwon Taek Joo stopped and looked back.
"What's the matter...."
"You've been targeted once, and there's no law that you won't be targeted a second time. Now their accomplices are dead, so maybe you will get more revenge. So I'll take you back to the hotel safely."
Then, as a habit, he added a sentence.
"Ah, you don't have to thank me."
Sure enough, I still have to thank you. 'The policeman went first without confirming Kwon Taek Joo's intentions and said ''This way''.' Unnecessary kindness is nothing more than a nuisance, but Kwon Taek Joo is currently Hiro Sakamoto. A civilian who is suddenly kidnapped and threatened with life has no reason to deny the protection of public authorities. He had to reluctantly accept the good will of the police officer.
In the parking lot there is a Volga with peeling paint on one side and dented in many places, it seems that it is at least 15 years old. He took a decent piece of clothes from the bag and put it on. The policeman struggled to open the distorted trunk and put Kwon Taek Joo's bag inside, then he sat in the driver's seat and started the engine. The old car body vibrates continuously.
Kwon Taek Joo hesitated whether to sit in the back seat or not. A little disrespect is not so bad that you have to die. But Japanese people often tend to avoid rudeness and inconvenience. Finally, he sighed like he was dying and opened the door of the passenger seat.
Kwon Taek Joo accidentally sat down and put his hand under his ass. It seems that something is spread out below, and a single-sock pulls out. The policeman quickly grabbed it and threw it behind. Bread crumbs, paper cups, adult magazines lying on the panel were also thrown everywhere.
"I thought you were just working with papers, but I guess you like sports too, right?"
He hurriedly opened his mouth to hide his shame. It seems that he noticed Kwon Taek Joo's body a while ago. Muscles are naturally trained when working differently from artificially inflated muscles. It's not suitable for someone who spends the day at a desk. He shrugged and said that fitness is also important if you want to sit for a long time. Even when he was talking, his ears still felt itchy.
It's been a while that the car hasn't left the police station yet, because the rear wheel has a problem and has to be replaced before departure. Kwon Taek Joo was about to take a taxi by the way, but the police decided to bring him back for the reason of protecting the victim and witnesses. Finally, the new tire is replaced and the car can leave the police station.
"Go back to the hotel, don't think about it, but take a break. If you can't sleep, drinking a glass of vodka is also a good idea. We will properly punish the group of people who caused you trouble. But what did you say earlier?"
The officer who was talking alone suddenly tilted his head. The question was vague, so Kwon Taek Joo just looked at him and didn't answer.
"What's wrong? Didn't you say there was one more person besides the people who died at the scene? That name wears luxurious cowhide shoes. Besides, you say it smells rotten, right? That guy gougoted another guy's eye with his hand and caused him to fall into the building. Is that right?"
During his time at the police agency, Kwon Taek Joo repeated what he witnessed at the scene. But the officer in charge couldn't remember exactly any of that. That means he didn't care. It seems that all he said was cliché. Anyway, Kwon Taek Joo didn't expect anything from the beginning.
He sighed and corrected.
"Not cowhide shoes but crocodile leather."
"Maybe it's just the shape it's like that. Crocodile leather style cowhide shoes."
"Certainly crocodile skin, that's right. I don't remember the exact brand, but the price should be at least 250,000 rubles. Dark brown colour, size from US 13 to 14, the condition is still as good as just removed from the box. That means the shoes haven't been used for a long time or they've just been bought recently. That means that person must be quite rich."
Kwon Taek Joo angrily tries to refute but ends up making a mistake. Before he could realise it, the policeman threw a surprised look at him. He looked wildered and said that because it was the product he was keeping an eye on. It's not a completely absurd word, but the policeman still didn't easily take his eyes off him. He looked at him as if he was suspicious of something and then laughed.
"Yeah, so let's call it crocodile skin."
Words were as if he was compromising with all generosity. Kwon Taek Joo was annoyed and shocked the shirt he was wearing. It seems that he is becoming a difficult person because of things that are not worth it. Although he tried to stay calm, he still felt uncomfortable. If he continues to suppress his anger, he will explode.
The running car received a stop and stop signal. Kwon Taek Joo, who had been calm until then, couldn't help it anymore and opened his mouth.
"And it's not a stench, it's a burning smell, either. It's not a regular cigarette but like a handmade cigar."
"Yeah, I'll consider that too."
He replied absently. For some reason, the police officer didn't seem to care about the killer who appeared blatantly in the middle of the city, on the contrary, he showed great interest in Japanese women. Along the way, he kept asking questions such as whether they really served their husbands as bosses and whether the kimono's belt was a rug to be able to lie anywhere. Kwon Taek Joo seems to be sure that this damn Russian policeman will never catch that murderer.
After a long time of patience that seemed to be dying, the car finally reached a luxury hotel.
"Come on, it's here. I don't know when they're targeting you again so it's best for you to change your place if you can. If you need a personal bodyguard, you can contact me privately. We will do our best to help you. Well, there's no need for anything. 'You think it's okay to buy me wine in the future.'''
Now even laughing reluctantly Kwon Taek Joo can't do it. He used his best to pull up his stiff mouth.
"I'll slowly think about it. There are already many things to worry about today."
"It's nothing. This is just Russian hospitality. You don't have to thank me."
Again, what kind of thing without repeating these words. He nodded and quickly left. The policeman said goodbye to him in a scary way by telling him to call him if you need a drink.
Kwon Taek Joo entered the lobby, the porter picked up the bag in his hand. The hotel was less than an hour from the airport, but due to the late arrival of the plane, being kidnapped and receiving investigations, he arrived half a day later than expected. Kwon Taek Joo was completely exhausted, slowly trudging towards the reception.
"Please come in."
He ignored the polite greeting and just silently gave his passport and credit card. The employee looked at his particularly tired face and quietly hurriedly checked the information. Soon he was able to get the key to his room.
Kwon Taek Joo was about to go straight to the designated room but hesitated. He thought for a moment and went back to ask.
"Are there any craft cigar shops around here?"
"Curvised cigars are also available at our in-hotel store. We have many different types of products, so you will be able to find the right cigar for your taste. He just needed to go back to the back of the lobby. Here, I will guide you on the facilities."
The employee gives a catalogue. He immediately went in the direction he directed. Although he really wants to rest, with this feeling of unshakeable frustration, it is better for him to confirm some things. Once the task really starts, it will be difficult for him to find time for this.
Kwon Taek Joo quickly found a shop selling handmade cigars. The gorgeous exterior and the high-quality products placed in the display window immediately caught his attention. Kwon Taek Joo walked inside without hesitation. 'The employee with a bright appearance is arranging the store happily to greet him ''Hello customers.'''
"Are you specifically looking for anything?"
"I don't know the brand but I happen to smell that scent."
Kwon Taek Joo vaguely looked around. The employee slightly raised his black eyebrows and walked out to the display stand.
"Cuban handmade cigars are considered the best cigars in the world. Most of the cigars here are Cuban cigars, differing only in brand. 100% handmade doesn't mean it's made on a small scale. The cigar he sees now is 'Macanudo', the number one bestseller in the United States. Selling a lot means it's popular. It's perfect for beginners. The mild flavour is the best."
It seems that Kwon Taek Joo is considered a beginner in playing handmade cigars. He looked at the 'Macanudo' that the salesman gave him.
"How much does this cost?"
"It costs $7 a cigarette. The price is very affordable."
"So it's probably not."
He returned the cigar. The employee put it down on the shelf and confirmed it again.
"Are you looking for a cigar that you happened to see?"
"Yes. I really want to know what kind it is."
"Hmm. So please give me a suggestion."
He laughed curiously. It seems that the seller is very interested in the challenge of finding a specific product among dozens, hundreds of cigars based solely on the scent he has encountered. It's like a puzzle tied to the pride of the experts.
"That's what a person wearing $4k worth of shoes smoked."
"Shoes are consumer goods, so the person seems to be quite rich. Such people often look for the highest quality in everything. All the products here are good, but there are some special ones. This masterpiece is called 'Romeo and Juliet'. Its flavour is intensely pungent. You can also feel the smell of moist soil, the smell of mushrooms and the smell of sweet honey."
"It smells of moisture but it doesn't smell like soil or mushrooms. It smells a little sweet but far from honey."
"It wouldn't be El Rey del Mundo if it didn't smell earthy. Do you smell burnt wood? What about the smell of tanned leather?"
"Yes. I think it's closer to the smell of burnt wood. It doesn't smell like skin."
"Is that smell very strong?"
"Ummm... not very passionate."
"Then it won't be Montecristo, so what about Bodhi? Overall, is it a long cylinder? Or are the head and legs both pointed?"
"All I saw was the rest after I finished smoking. It's not pointed. I also feel the same scent as Aroma."
"Ah, if that's the case, is it really here?"
The employee smiled brightly and took out a cigar. Although Kwon Taek Joo did not specifically request, he explained it in detail.
"It's called Cohiba Behike. Its characteristic is a deep and delicate scent. It has an Aroma that is both intense and sweet, but also delicate enough to create a great overall flavour. Do you want to try?"
Kwon Taek Joo nodded silently. The seller lit 'Cohiba Behike' with a specialised cigar lighter. Unlike a regular cigarette, the tip of a cigar burns slowly as if a fallen leaf had just caught fire. The ash does not fall to the floor but still sticks and keeps its shape.
He enjoyed the aroma of a cigar that filled his mouth. Kwon Taek Joo can even smell the smoke when he looks at the burning cigar. But in the end he shook his head.
"It's the same, but a little different."
"How is it different?"
"The overall feeling is pretty much the same. But the smell of cigars I smelled at the time was a little darker and the Aroma aroma seemed to be more intense. Moreover, this cigar does not smell wet."
"If you smell wet cigars it's because they put some cognac on the tip of the cigar before burning it. That way, the unique flavour of the cognac will blend with the cigar flavour."
The salesman signalled to Kwon Taek Joo to wait a moment and then went inside. After a while he came back with a glass of wine in his hand, apparently cognac. He cut the burning cigar with a knife and poured up the cognac, then lit it again and gave it to Kwon Taek Joo.
"How is this time?"
"It's more like. But there's still something wrong."
The salesman was puzzled by the disappointing answer. He muttered to himself while stroking his wrinkled eyebrows as a habit.
"The same scent means the same cigar, but it's much darker and stronger than this... Then I can only think of one."
"What is that?"
Kwon Taek Joo quickly asked again. The salesman rubbed his chin while thinking a little more and opened his mouth.
"Usually Cohiba products are made by brewing the main ingredient, Tabaco leaves twice. But a few years ago there was a limited edition 'Cohiba Behike' produced and sold to celebrate the 40th anniversary of the birth of the Cohiba cigar. It is said that it was created by brewing the highest quality Tabaco leaves three times. It is kept in the right humidity and temperature to produce the best flavour, then it is stored in cigar boxes for 6 years after completion to enhance the flavour. It is a pity that this cigar is only sold in Spain with a limited number of 4 thousand packs. A lot of cigar enthusiasts have tried to get this product. I'm one of them. The characteristic of this limited edition product is that it has a stronger odour than regular Cohiba products. The characteristic Aroma scent is also richer. Since it is a limited edition product, the price is $400. Of course that's the price of a cigarette."
$400 a cigarette? The aroma is intense and rich. The cause of the damp odour is that the tip of the cigar is dipped in cognac before burning. The shoes cost $4k, and $4 hundred per suction. It is clear that the rich environment has turned people into monsters.
"I wonder if you have that limited edition product?"
"I wish I could see it with my own eyes once."
The salesman smiled hopelessly. Anyway, thanks to that, Kwon Taek Joo's curiosity was resolved. He took out some bills and gave them out with the intention of giving a reward (tip). Mentally, three $10 bills seem to be enough.
"You don't have to. You can't even find the product you want."
"Then I'll take this. I must have bothered it, but thank you."
Kwon Taek Joo picked up a $20 handmade cigar nearby and left the store. There are only 4 thousand 'Cohiba Behike' packages in the world. What a killer with a high-profile hobby.
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