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

Gin rarely enters deep sleep.

Traveling for days on end didn't allow him to sleep unprotected in a hotel room. This wasn't a safe house.

In other words, even a safe house cannot give him enough peace of mind.

He slept so deeply because he subconsciously knew that Lancer was there.

This kind of trust may be a privilege that even vodka has never had.

While Gin was still sleeping, Lancer had already put the disguise mask on his body.

The proprietress of the hotel also works part-time as a food delivery service. When she brought out the dinner that had been prepared for the guests from the kitchen of her hotel, she suddenly felt a pain in the back of her neck, her vision went dark, and she fell unconscious.

Lancer carried the landlady back to the sofa bed where she usually lay, covered her face tightly with a thin quilt, muted her cell phone, and lit up a line of words on the screen.

【Please do not disturb while sleeping】

He put on the mask and disguised himself as the boss's wife. He took out a mirror and looked down at his still flat figure.

"It's a pity that I can only change my face."

[System: As long as you can deceive people, why do you ask for so much? 】

Lancer curled his lips, picked up the tray and walked towards the target guest room.

He knocked on the door of the room where the three of them lived, and the person inside looked through the crack in the door to see who it was.

As a result, no one saw it.

Just when the person in the room was about to close the door, a hand pressed against the door and stuck his head over.

The man was startled by this person.

"Boss lady?! What do you want?"

A smile appeared on her pretty face, and she waved the dinner tray in front of his eyes, "I'll deliver the meal, guest. This is the dinner you ordered!"

The man yelled, unlocked the pull-tab lock hanging inside the door, and then blocked the person who wanted to enter the door.

"Just give me food...huh? Boss lady, your figure..." The man stared at him.

Lancer kicked the person in with one kick.

"Dirty! Where the hell are you looking?"

Such a big movement naturally alarmed the people inside. Lancer quickly locked the door and started fighting with the people in the room.

For fear of alerting other people in the hotel or attracting the police, the two relatively strong men did not dare to use their guns.

They couldn't figure out why the hotel proprietress would suddenly take action, but when the other party took off the mask and revealed that familiar face, they were both horrified and ridiculous.

Was it discovered so quickly?

In a flash, one of them was knocked down by Lancer's outstanding skills, and was kicked in the chest until he vomited blood.

Another person took the opportunity to make a sneak attack, but Lancer pointed his gun neatly, and the person immediately froze.

The man said with force and calmness: "If you shoot, you will call the police."

Lancer kept glancing at the woman sitting on the bed with his peripheral vision. He smiled and took out the silencer from his waist and installed it on the pistol.

The man's eyes changed, finally showing fear.

But Lancer fired without hesitation. Blood bloomed on his chest and he fell to the ground.

[System: Mission Progress (1/3)]

The man who fell to the ground and was still lingering tried to move back, his eyes widened with nervousness.

But Lancer just kicked him, then stepped over the man's body, pulled out a stool and sat on the edge of the bed, pointing the gun at the woman.

The woman remained motionless while her accomplice was being beaten. The nervous expression just now didn't look like he was faking it, and it probably wasn't due to internal strife.

That leaves only one possibility.

Lancer stretched out his hand to lift the quilt covering her body, and as expected he saw her two legs wrapped in gauze, and sighed.

"It's a shame that such a beautiful leg is so lame."

The woman showed a wary expression and stared at him pretending to be calm: "What do you want?"

The silencer-equipped barrel became longer, and Lancer used it to play with the woman's short hair.

Most of the women Lancer has seen so far have beautiful long hair. There are not many women with sleek short hair like her.

Her eyes were stern, and although she looked a little tired after being injured, her aura as a big sister was still there.

Lancer joked: "If I had known that such a powerful sister was chasing us, I wouldn't have run so swiftly. It's a pity that my wife hates seeing someone else in my eyes, so there was a conflict in the early morning. Sister won't blame me, right?" "

The short-haired woman snorted and turned her head away: "You are not my type."

As soon as she finished speaking, a cold liquid was injected into her neck.

When the woman tried to break away, the liquid had been injected and the syringe was empty.

Lancer smiled: "What a coincidence, you are not my type either."

She covered her neck nervously and looked at Lancer angrily: "W-what medicine did you inject me with?!"

"Don't be nervous." Lancer shook his left hand and put on the black gloves like magic.

He changed the gun to another hand, wiped the fingerprints off, and then handed the handle of the gun into the woman's hand.

"Just something to make you happy."

The woman's face darkened, and her lips suddenly lost color.

Lancer glanced at the time limit for the hallucinogen to take effect, and waited for a while with his feet raised, and suddenly asked: "Why did you only focus on Gin? Does he have a grudge against you?"

Obviously, the woman was not willing to die. She took aim at Lancer with the gun in her hand, but when she pulled the trigger, she found that there was no bullet in the pistol.

Only a click sounded awkwardly in the room.

Lancer twitched the corners of his mouth, with a bit of mockery in his eyes.

Time passed little by little, and the woman gradually showed a desperate expression and murmured: "I have only heard of Gin, but I have never been in contact with him..."

"The mafia organization cannot let Karasuma Renye's family dominate, so we often have competitions. Your companion captured last time happened to be a developer of positioning systems. People like him cannot withstand torture to extract confessions, so this The target of this pursuit must be the person with the highest ranking within your organization..."

"If I had known who I was going to face in advance, I would not have been as hasty as this time."

Lancer thought for a moment and said, "Gin is a key member of the organization, so it's natural that he has a high rank."

The woman held her head tightly and denied repeatedly: "No, that's not the case..."

The effects of the hallucinogens were already beginning to kick in.

Lancer knew that what she said next was untrustworthy, so he stood up and put the stool back in place. Before leaving, he took out a pistol of the same model as the woman's hand and shot another accomplice who was still alive.

Afterwards, he closed the door and returned to his room.

Gin hasn't woken up yet.

Lancer glanced at the can of beer on the bedside table, picked it up, shook it vigorously, and then put it back.