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

When the pastor was still alive, his personal power expanded overseas, which once aroused the fear of the organization's boss.

Since the priest was shot dead by Lancer, McCarron has been busy trying to take over the network and industry left by his brother.

I failed to respond to the boss's calls in time several times, which somewhat aroused the boss's suspicion.

Yes, a suspicious character like Gin is almost a common problem for everyone in the organization.

When they saw the foreign night scene, Gin Lancer and their action team were currently on the outdoor terrace on the top floor of a high-end hotel in the city center.

Action is about to begin, and several people are discussing the final action plan.

Pomaro stood aside boredly, having already put on a pure black sexy and gorgeous dress, waiting for the trade reception to support his accomplices.

Gin glanced at her high-slit skirt and looked thoughtfully at Lancer beside her.

[System: Why do I feel that something is wrong with the way Gin looks at you? 】

Hearing this, Lancer turned his head and met Gin's eyes. The young man blinked and asked, "Is something wrong?"

Gin said: "If you can catch McCarron, don't rush to kill him yet. I still have something to ask him."

Lancer nodded in agreement.

He didn't want to get involved in the organization's affairs, so let Gin do the intrigues and intrigues.

While Lancer was biting his nails and still thinking about his mission reward, he felt that Gin's eyes were always looking at him. He asked curiously: "Is there anything else?"

"It's nothing serious." Gin raised the corners of his mouth, his teeth so white that they dazzled your eyes.

"The dress you wore in the casino last time was also very nice. Don't you plan to show it off again today?"

Lancer glanced at Bomalou's dress as she lowered her head. He suddenly remembered something and twitched his lips in embarrassment.

"Throw it away and don't think about it."

Gin had taken those clothes and thrown them away, and now he was bringing them out to ask questions, which was so unkind!

Suddenly, Bomore sighed heavily, holding his gun bag and feeling extremely depressed.

"If Kamu is here, why do I need to watch you two making love here? Let's go quickly, I'm so angry now that I have nowhere to vent my anger!"

He stood up first and left the terrace neatly, and others followed him one after another.

Bomaluo was severely mistreated by them, and his face looked very ugly.

She really wanted to go back to her room and change out of this dress, but the task was urgent and she obviously didn't have the extra time.

Lancer passed by her and said without looking back: "Be careful!"

"I want you to take care of it!" Bomaluo was furious.

Gin followed from behind, and Lancer complained to him in a low voice: "Women have really bad tempers..."

Pomaro: "..."

She can hear it, so don’t complain so blatantly!

The so-called underground trade fair was held in a private club in the city. It was quite troublesome to get a few tickets. Fortunately, the people here were able to get in touch with the owner of the club and get a few tickets to send over.

This country is one of the few places that recognizes same-sex marriage, so it seemed natural when Lancer and Gin held each other's hands as they entered the business reception.

"The entrance is the banquet hall, and the two doors on the left and right will lead to the underground trading venue. The other door of the venue leads to the inner courtyard of the guild hall. Some people with extraordinary status will rest in the guest rooms in the inner courtyard."

From the moment he entered the banquet hall, Lancer's eyes began to search for Camus or McCarron.

But it's a pity that the people who interact here are all new faces, and they are all blond and blue-eyed foreigners.

"If I had known, I would have changed my appearance." Lancer touched his chin and whispered, "Maybe if I get a blonde wig, it will be less eye-catching."

Gin had made too many enemies. In order to avoid revealing his identity, Lancer gave him his only disguise mask, and he changed into a black suit that he didn't often wear, with a brooch inlaid with rubies on his chest. .

"It has nothing to do with appearance, they care more about a person's identity and status, as well as the wealth they possess."

"That's it, I'm a pauper with nothing... I'd rather swipe your card for shopping." Lancer asked him innocently, "Is this what I call a soft meal? The doctor also said that my stomach is not good."

Gin chuckled lightly and didn't answer.

[System: Hiss! After hearing this, host, you are indeed eating soft food! 】

How can there be a system that doesn’t give reward money? If this were the world of Monopoly, he would probably starve to death within two days.

While Lancer was thinking wildly, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye.

When Lancer turned his attention to him, the man lowered his head and hurriedly entered the trading venue through the doors on both sides of the banquet hall.

His back looked a little rickety, and he subconsciously pressed his hand on the thick beard on his cheek.

Lancer had a hunch, "That person is so sneaky, could he be Camu?"

When Gin looked in the direction he pointed, the man had already disappeared.

"Do you want to follow?" Lancer was ready to make a move. "I feel like he knows where McCarran is, and there should be something to gain by following him."

There were many famous people in the banquet hall, and they were drinking and drinking, which seemed to expose the most hypocritical and greedy side of people.

Some people have noticed the two people with superior temperaments and plan to come over to chat with them.

Gin's big hand quietly placed on Lancer's back, and whispered to him: "You go first, I will keep in touch with you."

"Okay." When Lancer turned around and planned to chase after him, he accidentally bumped into a man who was approaching.

The scent of the other person's perfume was too strong, making Lancer frown uncomfortably.

The blond and blue-eyed man thought it was because he hit him and hurt him, so he helped him up with his hands.

"Are you OK?"

Lancer held his nose and looked up unhappily. His beautiful peach blossom eyes were full of resentment, but the charm in the corners of his eyes was unique to Easterners.

When the man looked at him like this, his heart suddenly beat a drum.

He became nervous.

"H-Hello, I am..."

"Boss, there is a pervert here." Lancer took a step back and hid within Gin's safety defense line.

There was no emotion or anger in the expression on Gin's face. He just blocked Lancer with a gentle movement, blocking him more reliably than a defensive shield.

The blond man hurriedly waved his hands and explained, "I'm not a pervert! This is a misunderstanding!"

"Stop making trouble." After Gin said this, the blond man was stunned.

Then he saw the silver-haired man raise his hand and rub the young boy's head, and said calmly: "Go and play."

Lancer narrowed his eyes.

Who is sending this tone?

He saw a bit of unconcealed teasing and narrow-mindedness in Gin's eyes.