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

"What a grudge, brother, to beat someone like this!"

Bomore squatted beside the young man, sighed, then tilted his head and looked at Lancer: "Are you recovered?"

"Probably." Lancer shrugged.

Through this mission, Lancer has obtained one of the ingredients for making the antidote to Drug A.

If the system hadn't released tasks too randomly, he wouldn't have to humbly ask Haiyuan Ai every time.

He doesn't know how many ingredient potions there are in total, so he hopes the system won't embarrass him too much.

With confused thoughts in his mind, Lancer squatted down next to the fallen man.

He first pinched the person's mouth open and looked at the other person's teeth, then looked at the back of his neck and fingers, and finally fell into silence.

"What did you see?" Bomore asked him.

Lancer showed him the nails on the young man's hand, and opened his teeth at the same time. Bomore took a deep breath and cursed.

"I rely on..."

"It's a pure tool, it would be a pity not to use it." Lancer stood up, stretched out his foot and kicked his body, a bit like throwing away unwanted garbage.

"He belongs to you. You can take him back to the island and do whatever you want with him."

When Lancer finished speaking, Bomore subconsciously looked at Camu behind him who was lying on the sofa playing mobile games, and subconsciously wanted to shake his head.

hiss! Gin, you're not kind. Your partner doesn't want to have a thunder around with him, so why did you deliberately set the thunder on me?

Before Bomore had time to refuse, he heard Kamuca say quietly on the other end: "Okay, I'll let him go to the training camp, and I promise he won't appear in front of you, young master, in the short term."

Lancer gave him a thumbs up, then patted Bomore on the shoulder a few times, and said: "You should learn to point fingers at others, look at your ignorance!"

Bomol wanted to cry but had no tears left.

Just cheat me!

After searching the young man to no avail, Lancer put his hands into his trouser pockets boredly and exhaled slowly.

Just listen to Pomaro looking at his newly painted nails while complaining to Lancer: "When that guy was brought back, everything on his body had been searched long ago. What are you worried about?"

"Ha." Lancer sneered.

What else can you worry about? Of course, I was worried that he would be like me and have a space that no one else could see.

Lancer didn't say anything, stretched out and silently returned to the suite next door.

Although the organization already knew about their departure, they probably just wanted to observe their reaction, so they did not rush to urge them back to strictly question them.

When Lancer returned to the suite, he saw Gin, who was supposed to be in the shower room, with wet silver hair, naked and wearing a towel, sitting on a chair near the terrace, leaning forward unceremoniously. legs.

He had a cigarette in his mouth and seemed to have no intention of smoking. He didn't have time to flick the ash when it burned out. Instead, he kept staring at his phone.

Lancer raised his eyebrows slightly, walked over, took the cigarette out of his mouth, and crushed it in the ashtray nearby.

"What? Did the boss ask you to go back?"

"No, it's not that fast yet. I'm investigating other things."

"what's up?"

"One thing that makes you care."

After saying that, Gin showed Lancer the chat history between him and a local.

Lancer narrowed his eyes and took a quick glance, and said with some surprise: "You can actually understand English!"

[System: Are you polite? If I were your partner, I would break up with you. 】

Gin was silent for a moment, but answered him in a more serious manner: "It's just the result of organized training. After all, sometimes the undercover targets may not necessarily be domestic people."

It turned out to be the case.

Lancer nodded slightly, glanced at the conversation above, and said with some surprise: "Are you tracing the origin of that kid?"

"Yeah." Gin looked nonchalant, but in fact she did take his matter to heart.

This made Lancer feel a little moved.

The man's fingers kept knocking on the glass coffee table next to him, and he said calmly: "Although that trading reception is considered a black market, the source of the goods is not traceable. Bart helped a lot in this matter. , I have to meet him in person and thank him."

grateful?

The kind that ends where you are?

Lancer raised his eyebrows slightly with a joking look on his face.

Gin, who could tell what he was thinking at a glance, suddenly sneered, "It's a literal thank you. After all, we will take over the Macallan business in the future, and cooperation still needs to be discussed."

Hearing this, Lancer lost interest.

"That guy looked at me with evil intentions. I don't want to have the chance to meet him again in the future."

Gin was tapping something on the screen of his phone. After sending the last message to the other party, he dropped the phone and started wiping his hair.

"Don't worry," Gin said, "I'm already in contact with other members of the Lucas family. It won't be long before the owner of that private villa will be replaced."

"Like the Kasuga Foundation?"

Gin snorted softly and didn't answer.

Lancer, who vaguely noticed something, frowned slightly.

It was impossible for the people in the organization to miss such a big move by Gin. There are informants and undercover agents everywhere in this organization. It would be too easy for others to find out about him. If that gentleman knew that he was powerful, he would be secretly afraid.

Internal and external troubles...

Does he really want to risk his life?

Suddenly, a cold hand touched his forehead, bringing Lancer's thoughts back.

When Lancer raised his head, he happened to meet Gin's eyes. Through the dark green pupils, he could see the calmness and depth that was unique to him.

"Don't think too much. If you think too much, you won't grow taller."

Lancer: "..."

Let's just say, can you be more attentive when you comfort your boyfriend?

He waved Gin's hand away angrily, turned towards the suitcase they brought, and rummaged through it to find his clothes.

"When do you and Bart plan to meet? I'm going too."

Gin's movements paused for a moment, then raised the corners of his mouth: "In the evening."

It seems that all the less than aboveboard dealings take place at night.

I walked around this city with a long history and cultural heritage and took some beautiful photos. It didn’t take long for the night to fall again.

Their meeting with Bart was arranged in a high-end five-star restaurant.

Looking into the distance from the tall buildings in the city, you can see the rivers that run through the city. Night ships sailed slowly across the river, making long whistles.

Bart arrived one step ahead of them. This man was accompanied by a pretty lady, and the two of them were flirting and flirting.

It wasn't until a young man with a faint smile sat in front of him that Bart stopped playing around with the beautiful woman.

"What about people?"

Lancer held a pocket pistol in his hand and used his hat as a cover to threaten the man who was once the same as McCarron.

Bart wanted to laugh and resolve the tense and awkward atmosphere.

But he really couldn't laugh.