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

Lancer's words were vague and he didn't even explain who he was or how he came to be.

But he liked the code name Gin very much.

Let’s just think of him as someone from the future ahead.

He shouldn't be considered an enemy, there was no hatred in his eyes. Familiar? But the young man couldn't imagine that he could be so close to a strange man.

He was still confused in his heart.

"Anyway, you'd better not do anything with evil intentions, otherwise I will definitely kill you."

Young Gin said threateningly to Lancer.

Lancer had a helpless expression on his face, "Just let me pamper you." He raised his hands to show his loyalty. "Okay, okay, I understand! What are your plans next? Can you take me on an adventure with you?"

"I have to go back and report the mission to my boss."

"Then I will accompany you."

They left the high-rise of the abandoned building where they were currently, and with Gin leading the way, they found a car parked nearby.

Gin opened the car door deftly, but before he could sit on it, Lancer pulled him aside by his collar.

"You go to the passenger seat. How can I let you do a job like driving?"

Needless to say, Gin is taller at his age than Lancer was at the same age.

Gin was stunned for a moment and got into the car without saying anything.

The key to the car was inserted into the keyhole. Lancer started the car and complained: "Who parked the car here? You are really careless. What if someone else drives it away?"

Like them.

But Gin said indifferently: "I stopped."

Lancer directly changed his words: "It stops well, it's very high-quality, it's ready to go, even instant noodles are not so convenient!"

[System: You are becoming more and more proficient in coaxing your husband. 】

Lancer: It’s my wife.

The car drove out of the area where the abandoned building was located. Gin gave him an address, then folded his arms and huddled in the car seat and looked at the scenery outside the car window.

Lancer used to drive a combat flying ship, but his driving had never been so stable.

The boy's driving skills were so good that he tilted his head and fell into a deep sleep.

At this time, the horizon was slowly getting brighter, and the silvery white covered with gray, just like the color of a boy's hair, gradually spread from the darkness.

After waiting for the place, Lancer quickly searched his brain for all the known strongholds of Gin, but he had no impression of this place.

This is a high-rise building where rich people live, and you need to use an ID card for identification and verification when entering or exiting here.

A handsome young man like Lancer came in with a young man who was full of anger and looked like a social bastard. He seemed out of place in this building.

Although many people cast doubtful glances at the two of them, when they saw the young man swiping his card and entering the door, they immediately understood that they were also residents here, so they hurriedly looked away.

The two of them waited for the elevator, and no one else took it except them.

When the elevator door closed, Lancer began to gossip curiously: "Does your boss live in a place like this? Do you live with him?"

"How is that possible?" At this time, Ginjiu didn't even have a subwoofer.

Lancer asked: "Then how come you have this card?"

"I got it before taking on the mission." Gin raised his head and warned him, "The more you know, the faster you will die."

Who told you to keep answering?

Afraid of the boy going crazy, Lancer had no choice but to keep his mouth shut and wait silently for the elevator to rise to a certain floor.

However, as the elevator dinged, the elevator door opened, and what they saw was the eye-catching dark red bloodstain, and the unidentified man in black lying in the bloodstain.

Gin and Lancer looked at each other, and the young man threw the other pistol to Lancer. Lancer was very moved: "You still know how to let me defend myself? Our friendship is really..."

The young man poked the muzzle of the rifle into Lancer's lower back and said forcefully: "You go ahead!"

The habit of being suspicious has been developed since childhood.

Lancer: "..."

You little bitch...

I am so lucky to have you!