Amongst the soldiers who jumped down from the council car, there was a man who looked like the leader of the group. He wore sunglasses and looked expressionlessly at Spitzer who was walking towards them.

"Yes, sir." Spitzer gave a few soldiers each a cigarette, and then lit it for them.

The few soldiers were enjoying themselves very much. They could tell that Spitzer's cigarettes were all good stuff, and were not something that the low level soldiers like them could ...