Chen Baochang held the handle of the car with his right hand, holding a Yun brand cigarette between the middle and index fingers of his left hand, and slowed down the car appropriately. At this moment he began to imagine that in his imaginary world, it was not morning, but dusk. The dark clouds in the sky were also swept away by Chen Baochang's imagination, and the sky was clear and blue. The one-eyed dragon battery car he rode also turned into an extraordinary horse, with its whole body as black and shiny as ink and without a single hair. The cigarette in his hand turned into an eight-foot silver gun, and the green smoke from the cigarette end was like drops of bright red blood flowing out after penetrating the enemy's armor.