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

On a private plane flying overseas——

Lancer looked at the thick white clouds through the window and yawned suddenly.

He didn't know why Gin or the people in the organization had such great ability to allow their private jet to leave the country.

But when he first learned that he could take a private jet with Gin, he came up with something unrealistic and romantic.

However, Lancer never imagined that besides Gin and him, there would be an additional action team on the plane.

The familiar Pomaro, the familiar Bomore, the familiar vodka...and a few subordinates who were loyal to gin, they looked familiar but Lancer couldn't name them.

Maybe Lancer yawned so loudly that everyone else in the meeting on the plane looked in his direction.

After noticing their strange looks, Lancer said without sincerity: "I'm sorry, I didn't sleep well last night. You continue."

Pomaro was like a replica of Belmod. When he saw Lancer's expression of being unable to help and wanting to hold them back, the expression on his face was extremely disgusting.

It was as if he saw something unclean.

Bomore was holding his gun bag, looking a little absent-minded.

However, he still glanced at Gin jokingly, feeling that this guy was getting better and better, and even his silver hair, which usually looked gray and dull, became shiny.

No two bottles of hair wax can produce this effect.

"Why does Camu always target McCarran? Hasn't he suffered enough at the hands of that lunatic?"

Vodka was busy running errands for Gin, and he was almost dizzy, and this happened.

He chuckled weirdly: "If the organization finds out, he will probably die!"

At this time, Lancer said slowly and slowly: "The organization will not know about this - if you dare to go out and talk nonsense, I will kill you now."

Vodka felt a chill on his back and felt puzzled.

He glanced quickly at Lancer's back, and then cast a look at Gin, as if to say: Brother, don't worry about it!

Gin put the plan away and put it in his windbreaker, then put the top hat on his face, lay down on the back of the chair and decided to sleep for a while before talking.

Vodka, who was ignored, was even more confused.

Bomore, who couldn't stand it, smiled and said: "You are really stupid! Since it is very difficult to assassinate McCarron with his power, why should we go to find him? Let him die directly Wouldn’t it be better in Macallan’s hands?”

It is simply unnecessary to keep him alive and bring him back to the organization to face sanctions.

So I went there with other purposes this time.

Vodka was in a trance, half understanding.

The special plane arrived at the private airport a few hours later. The climate here was a little warmer than at home, but Lancer still couldn't get excited.

Before anyone even left the airport, Lancer heard the system announce a mission.

[System: The host has triggered the mission—rescue Camu and kill McCarran. The mission rewards points, and the A medicine is one of the medicines...]

This task was enough to make Lancer pause for three seconds. After seeing the task reward, Lancer couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Gin, who was walking in front of him and didn't seem to be paying attention to him, noticed something strange about him, and slowed down while carrying a black suitcase. He waited until Lancer slowly caught up before asking, "What's wrong?"

Obviously, Lancer has not recovered from the shock of the mission reward.

A medicine...

Since there are reward items related to the plot, does that mean that he can get the antidote to APTX4869 through the system?

[System: Sorry, host, I have no comment on this point at the moment! 】

If the system explains too much, it may affect the normal direction of the world, or it may cause the world to collapse due to the butterfly effect.

Neither it nor Lancer dared to take any chances.

After calming down, Lancer quietly pulled on Gin's cuffs while Bomore and the others were gone.

The man lowered his eyes and looked at him, his dark green eyes deep and gloomy.

"I guess you're probably here to trouble Macallan." Lancer has never been so worried as he is now.

He looked at Gin from the corner of his eye and asked carefully, "Can I make an excessive request?"

Gin nodded, "You say."

"After what you want to do is done, can McAllen be handed over to me?"

That 40% fit is really not in vain.

The man just stared into his eyes for a few seconds and quickly understood his intention: "You want to kill him?"

Quite brave.

As if he was worried that Gin would not agree, Lancer frowned and racked his brains to find a reason to persuade: "Whether it's Macallan or Rum, they are all superiors who stand on a high place and overlook others. It’s hard to figure out. If you don’t find a way to get rid of them, and they gain power in the future, you may be the first person to be sacrificed!”

After Lancer said these words, Gin lowered the brim of his hat as if he didn't care.

"This is not too much to ask," Gin said.

Lancer didn't react for a moment. He didn't seem to understand anything until he saw Gin's smiling eyes.

My brain seems to have become dull.

[System: Idiot! Didn't you just ask if you could make an excessive request? This is the answer! 】

[System: Let him pamper you! It makes my teeth sore~]

Lancer suddenly became excited after finally understanding the meaning of the man's words.

Taking advantage of the fact that this place was in a blind spot and there were no monitors to take pictures, he raised his arms and gestured towards Gin, then ran away happily.

Gin silently carried the suitcase and followed Lancer.

The organization has members all over the world and it is not difficult to contact them here.

The car was waiting on the road outside. The two cars seemed a bit crowded, but Lancer still squeezed Vodka towards the door, freeing up the spacious back seat for Gin.

Bomore sat in the passenger seat and lit himself a cigarette.

Lancer saw his eyes through the rearview mirror in the car. He was a little dazed and confused, not knowing what he was thinking.

The driver was connected to Gin. After everyone was seated, he took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and stretched it out backwards.

Gin was about to take it, but Bomore beat him to it.

He never cared about this, but looking at Bomore's kindness, he suddenly felt funny.

The car started and the driver whispered: "The person you are looking for will be here tonight."

Bomore just took one look and got goosebumps all over his body.

"What is this place? A cocktail party?"

"Uh... the black market, commonly known as the underground trade fair."

Lancer's eyelids twitched, "It seems that the origins of the items traded in this underground black market are not very clean."

"what?!"