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

Fifteen minutes seemed a little slow in this mission.

As time passed, the greasy man who collapsed in the bathroom on the first floor and the body of Rispmoni in the bathroom on the second floor were found, and the casino gradually became chaotic.

The staff in the casino immediately stabilized all the customers on the scene. Several of the younger brothers who followed Nakagawa Shigei decided to report the matter to the boss. However, they did not want to be pointed at guns by several people as soon as they reached the second floor. With.

Vodka turned sideways and showed them the bodies of the bodyguards who had been killed. These people immediately hesitated to put down their pistols.

It's a pity that the organization's style of conduct never leaves anyone with a way out.

They were quickly dealt with.

In the room, Lancer put on Gin's windbreaker. He was a little depressed when he watched Gin put a paper transfer letter in Nakagawa Shigee's hand, control the other person's hand and press his fingerprints.

"If you're just signing a letter of transfer, why go to so much trouble? Why not just forge one? There should still be such capable people in the organization, right?"

He reached out and took out the cigarette case from the pocket of his windbreaker, bit it into his mouth with some strangeness, and opened the lid of the lighter.

The small flame burned vigorously and had plenty of firepower.

Just like Gin, he is tireless.

Lancer blew out a puff of smoke in an unfamiliar manner, held the cigarette between his fingers out of habit, and coughed twice.

Gin was squatting on the ground, instructing Nakagawa Shigei, who had been unconscious due to hallucinogens, to sign his name on the transfer document.

"Of course it's not that simple."

With that said, Gin took out the phone from Nakagawa Shigei, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and then looked at Lancer.

"Give me what's in your pocket."

"Huh?" Lancer belatedly reached into his right pocket and took out a palm-sized electronic device. He didn't know what it was used for.

After throwing it to Gin, Gin flipped the switch above and heard a beeping sound. After pressing the buttons with his fingers, he pointed the camera of the instrument at Nakagawa Shigei's face.

"Face recognition successful."

Lancer didn't understand and was scolded by the system for being stupid.

[System: This is a cheating device. He is transferring the casino and profits of the man named Nakagawa Shigeue to his own name. 】

Gin is not short of money. He is doing this either for organization or for other actions in the future.

Lancer chewed his cigarette thoughtfully.

An underground force has quietly changed its people, and things may change in the future.

After Gin transferred some data from Nakagawa Shigei's mobile phone to his own mobile phone, he stood up, put the transfer document away, and raised his hand towards Lancer.

Lancer wrapped his windbreaker tightly around himself to prevent others from laughing at his precious strawberry necklace.

The man took the half-burnt cigarette out of his mouth, bit it into his own mouth, and then led him out of the already gloomy room.

The next day, a burned corpse was found in a garbage dump. The charred mass was stuffed into a large satchel. It was completely impossible to identify the deceased, let alone the cause of his death.

The early morning was spent in the restaurant of the manor. When Belmode saw Gin appearing in front of her with a silver fishbone braid, she almost spit out the coffee she had just drank.

"Ahem, cough!"

It was rare for the elegant beauty to lose her composure. She looked at Gin's too funny look in disbelief, and then thought of him and his new horse who had been missing all night, and she felt a little uncomfortable.

The servant of the manor served the meal, and Gin told the servant: "Prepare an extra portion, I will take it back to the room later."

The servant bowed his head respectfully and left in a hurry.

Gin was rarely as peaceful as it was now, without any aggression, like a thorn that lit up when he was alert outside, but put it all away after returning home.

How should she describe it?

At first glance, it seems funny, but upon closer inspection, the man's appearance is completely worthy of such a hairstyle. He seems to have a quiet flavor, like a glass of aged red wine, which becomes more mellow the more he tastes it.

"Don't you want your eyes anymore?"

As soon as Gin opened her mouth, Belmode knew that everything just now was just her illusion.

The woman sighed indifferently, bit a cherry in her mouth, and asked tentatively: "It seems that your new girlfriend is very bold and dares to touch your baby's hair - but you are not angry at all." ?”

Gin cut the bread open and roughly dipped the jam into the small plate.

"This is not the first time." Gin frowned slightly, but then relaxed. "When you can't do anything about something, you just have to let it go."

Belmode raised his eyebrows in surprise, "It sounds like you two have been together for a long time? Does my poor Lancer know that you are so carefree?"

Gin stopped eating and looked at the woman with an enigmatic look.

He suddenly raised the corners of his lips, and the smile on his face was a bit evil.

"I always thought you had a brain, but today it seems that you are no different from other women."

Being scolded for no reason, Belmode felt even worse: "What do you mean by this?"

"Think for yourself." Gin finished his breakfast hastily and stood up to leave. "After breakfast, get out of my manor immediately. Don't stay here shamelessly."

"Didn't you invite me here?"

"You shamelessly wanted to follow me."

"You are such a terrible man!" Belmode held his chin and squinted at him out of the corner of his eyes angrily. "Aren't you afraid that I will tell the boss what you did last night? Once it is leaked..."

Gin interrupted her without hesitation: "Then you're dead."

"..."

When the maid came over with breakfast, Gin took the tray away and walked straight back to the room where he rested last night.

The dark curtains were still tightly closed, and the sunlight outside was blocked. Not a single bit of it could shine in, making it difficult for people in the room to distinguish between night and day.

Gin placed breakfast on the bedside table and reached into the bulging quilt bag.

After a while, the sickly-looking young man was fished out of the quilt like a fish that had bitten the bait.

Unexpectedly, after this mission, either because he spent too much effort or because of the side effects of the previous medicine, he has been lying in bed since he came back, with his body temperature fluctuating high and low.

Caught a cold.

"Eat something." Gin was not good at caring for or comforting people. After digging him out of the quilt, he brought the porridge bowl to the patient.

Lancer stretched out his hand to touch it, and then retracted his hand when it was burned. "Are you trying to burn me to death so you can find another partner?"

Gin: "...For the sake of your illness, I won't care about you talking nonsense."

"drink."

The momentum seemed to be poured into him at any time.