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

The boy should have practiced lockpicking skills a lot when he was on Death Training Island, but this kind of lock is quite special.

Not to mention the password lock, the inside of the lock is also connected to the power supply. Once the wrong password is pressed, the contents inside may be destroyed.

The young man Gin planned to study a bit, so he got very close.

As a result, Lancer put the box on his lap, turned his hands twice like a god, raised his sword and waved it randomly towards the sky, then pointed at the box and shouted: "Open!"

The code on the lock turned several times by itself, and then made a clicking sound.

opened.

Gin: "..."

From then on, the boy looked at Lancer even more strangely.

Lancer didn't see what was inside the box. Gin was still guarding him like a thief, so he didn't let him see it at all when he opened the box.

The guy didn't want to, and Lancer didn't force it. He picked up the newspaper and thought about the news again.

I saw a column of small print at the bottom of the large page, with only a few words written on it.

It probably means that a police officer had a car accident while tracking a suspect, was seriously injured, and is still unconscious.

I don’t know if the two cases are connected.

When Lancer's eyes were fixed on the newspaper, he seemed to have symptoms of vertigo. The words on the newspaper were like a TV screen jumping on the screen, flickering and appearing and disappearing several times.

When he blinked again and looked at the newspaper, the strange phenomenon disappeared again.

Lancer didn't know if this meant anything, but he just felt a vague uneasy feeling in his heart.

"The person responsible for handing over the task is dead. What are your plans next?" Lancer sat cross-legged on the ground, rolled up the newspaper and put it into his pocket.

Young Gin kicked the empty box away and picked up the gun bag, "I want to get in touch with the boss, but something very troublesome should happen next."

"why?"

"Because I took something that belonged to someone else."

The boss had always communicated with Gin via a single line. If he wanted to pass on news to the other party, he had to wait patiently for the other party to call him.

At this time, it was still the old days when numbers and addresses were not displayed, and the mobile phone carried by the boy seemed a bit clumsy.

As if to confirm what Gin said, they were chased by several forces during the following period, and they were engaged in exciting gun battles and fights at all times.

Forget about the other people, a dark figure with a hat whose face cannot be seen clearly will always disrupt the melee.

He would take advantage of Lancer to fire a few shots while he was fighting with the unknown group of people, and more often he would focus on the boy.

Gin couldn't figure out how he had offended the other party, and was thrown to the ground and beaten by an adult man in various ways.

The attack was not fatal, more like torture.

The young man Gin was getting more and more angry. He felt reckless at the moment. He thought that he would not leave here alive today unless he killed the other party. He pulled out a dagger from his calf.

Unexpectedly, the man standing in front of him grinned and sneered disdainfully.

"Don't bring that kind of thing out to make people look embarrassed."

The young man was shocked: "What?!"

On the island, no one dared to look down on him, because the cost of doing so would be to lose his life.

He switched the dagger to his left hand and took a defensive stance, ready to pounce like a cheetah at any moment.

The man was also groping for something in his pocket, which alarmed the young man.

A few seconds later, he took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

The young man did not dare to relax, but was slightly stunned when he saw his dominant left hand.

Finally, the man spoke again: "Okay, don't waste any more time, give me what you got."

The young man sneered and refused without thinking.

"That thing isn't of much use to you. Leave it to me and I'll make those guys who have been trying to kill you pay the price."

The young man said nothing and just faced him from afar, neither of them willing to bow their heads first.

The gunshots that had been ringing out not long ago disappeared unconsciously, and the surrounding area became quiet.

What followed was the sound of rustling footsteps coming this way.

When he saw Lancer, the stern expression on the young man's face relaxed slightly.

But when he heard Lancer speak, the hairs on his body stood up like an electric shock, and chills ran down his back.

"You are such an adult, is it appropriate to bully a child?" The young man walked towards them with an empty pistol.

Then he stopped next to the man wearing the hat, put his free hand on the man's shoulder, and pressed the back of the man's neck to force him to lower his head.

They kissed.

Young Gin opened his mouth, "You... are in the same group?!"

The man chuckled lightly, took off the hat on his head and threw it away.

The long silver hair was flying in the wind, and the young man's astonished expression was reflected in the calm dark green eyes.

Lancer stood side by side with him, with his eyes bent and a smile on his face.

"You and we are the same."

"Little gin~"