Soul Chuan Ke Xue: I call gin and wine my wife

Seeing the black cat jump up onto the woman's leg, Lancer was briefly distracted.

This black cat should be very close to his master, the legendary master.

Why do you seem to be so close to Gin? Even Suzi doesn't get such treatment, right?

Could it be said that these two people have a good personal relationship?

"Hey, go away, go away!"

The two men guarding the woman tried to drive away the black cat that ran over for no reason, but the black cat was so angry that it grabbed the woman's legs and arms and refused to move away.

The woman was sobered up by the sting of the cat's claws, and her dull eyes gradually became brighter.

She scolded her coldly: "There's no need to embarrass a cat, it won't eat you."

"Be honest, otherwise you will have to deal with bone-setting doctors every day."

The woman seemed to have been used to such an obvious threat, and her expression remained unchanged.

But she secretly pushed the black cat with her hand through the towel, and there was a moment of gentleness in her eyes.

Lancer took advantage of every opportunity to roll the wheels of his wheelchair and trudged closer, showing a kind smile and extending his hand towards the woman.

"Sorry to bother you, can you help me bring the cat over?"

The woman's hands were shackled, so of course she couldn't return the cat to him in front of him.

She could only say with a cold face: "You can hold her yourself."

Her tone was cold, but her eyes quickly glanced at Lancer's face, and then she lowered her head.

Lancer pretended not to notice and focused his attention on the black cat.

Seeing this guy actually starting to step on the woman's breasts next to the towel covering her hands, he was immediately speechless.

"Xiao Mi."

The black cat seemed not to listen.

"Mimi?" Lancer's voice became increasingly dangerous.

But the black cat didn't even raise his head.

[System: It’s so funny, please call it gin! 】

Lancer: "..."

In the end, the two men in black picked up the black cat by the scruff of the neck and threw it into Lancer's arms. They watched the woman being pushed into the rehabilitation building.

"It's good to be thoughtful, but I'm afraid she won't have any ideas at all..."

Lancer reached out and pinched the black cat's ears, lowered his head and cursed with a smile: "You little traitor!"

As long as it takes a long time, the secret will be exposed.

Just at this time, Lancer's cell phone vibrated, so he hugged the black cat tightly, took out the cell phone from his pants pocket and answered the call.

The man's voice on the other end was always cold: "How are things going?"

"You are really impatient." Lancer leaned on the back of the wheelchair and looked at the cast on his foot and said dissatisfiedly: "Before asking that woman, wouldn't you care about me first?"

Gin said: "I heard from Bomore that you ate well, slept well, and even thought of ordering out desserts and cakes. Are you sure you need my concern?"

Lancer said shamelessly: "Of course! I just need to be nourished physically, my soul and mental state also need attention."

"Your mental state does require attention."

After a few words of quarreling, Lancer softened a lot when he heard Gin's cold tone, and took the lead in asking the other party: "How are you doing? Are those shameless old men making things difficult for you?"

Gin probably didn't expect that Lancer would use a series of derogatory words. After a moment of pause, he replied: "It's just meaningless chatter. Until those people find a gun that makes it easier to use, for the time being, Won’t touch me.”

"What if they deliberately make things difficult for you?"

When Gin heard this, he took a breath and seemed to want to say something.

But he quickly changed his mind: "Young Master, you have at least 30% of the organization's power, can't you consider standing up for me?"

No matter who started the conversation first, the young man's face heated up when he heard the title of young master.

It feels weirdly flirty.

"That depends on whether you are loyal enough to me..."

Lancer raised the corners of his mouth and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The sun was shining right at the moment, and the warmth was felt. It was originally a good time to fall in love, but Lancer suddenly felt a chill hitting his back.

[System: Warning! There is a sniper targeting the host at nine o'clock! 】

He suddenly turned around and faced the dark muzzle of the gun on the tall building. The aimed infrared ray swept across his eyes and settled on his forehead.

Lancer's pupils shrank suddenly, he quickly tilted his head, and his body fell to the side of the wheelchair.

The bullet narrowly missed his face and hit the cell phone that had been attached to his ear not long ago.

The call was cut off after a exclamation and a few blasts of electricity.

Gin called Lancer's name, and when he got no response, he immediately called Bomore.

The black cat was startled by the gunshot and ran away. Lancer rolled off the wheelchair and used the wheelchair as a cover. In fact, he secretly spent points to open the defensive shield.

He moved towards the back of the flower bed little by little, and waited until he was hiding before looking at his leg in plaster and frowning in disgust.

"If I had known better, I wouldn't have pretended to be lame..."

"Who is plotting against me? Fuck him!"

[System: Combat AI drones are being dispatched. Are you giving an order to kill? 】

Lancer wanted to find out who had done this to him, but since the other party dared to do this, he was not afraid of the risk of being caught, so he naturally kept his mouth shut.

There will be no survivors for the time being.

"Yes."

After confirming the command, the drone appeared out of thin air at high altitude, and the tracking camera was activated, shooting at the people upstairs and taking pictures continuously.

Lancer frowned as the image was transmitted back to the floating electronic panel of the system.

"Why are you a foreigner again?" he whispered.

At this time, a window on a high-rise building in the inpatient department opened, and Bomore appeared with a gun, aiming at the safety exit of the high-rise building.

Upon seeing this, Lancer commanded the drone to chase and drive the sniper towards the safe exit.

Near the flower bed, a sloppy child ran over from nowhere and rubbed it dirty, with a slut hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Brother, what are you doing hiding here?"

Lancer pressed his head down, rubbed his messy hair a few times, and smiled lightly.

"Human cub..."

[System: Warning! The target person is approaching the host! 】

Lancer made a shushing gesture to the child, then took his hand and led him to stand up from behind the flower bed, dragging an inconvenient plaster leg and walked a few steps towards the exit of the hospital.

When the sniper appeared in his field of vision, the other party looked at Lancer in shock.

Lancer picked up the ignorant child, stood in front of him, and smiled at him.

"It's time to give you a test, otherwise others will think I'm easy to bully... Are your hands steady?"

"Shoot, if you don't mind an extra life on your hands."

Lancer raised the corners of his mouth and smiled wantonly.

[System: If I hadn’t known that you had activated the defensive shield, I would have thought you were a lunatic~]