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

Although Lancer didn't know why Rum was sure that the murder weapon was on him, he always liked to hit the opponent in the face.

After entering a certain room alone, Lancer took off his upper body. Seeing that Rum was staring at him, he put his hand on his belt and asked tentatively: "Are you going to search the lower part as well?"

Rum waved his hand, and one of his men was ready to attack Lancer.

At this time, Vodka came in from outside the door. After closing the door, he held up his hat and said to Rum and Lancer who were in a daze: "Let me do the body search of Master Lancer."

Rum signaled to the subordinate, so the subordinate in black who was walking towards Lancer turned around and stood in front of Vodka.

Vodka raised his hands and let the other person touch him from head to toe. He even pinched his face to see if it was Vodka himself.

Lancer was puzzled by such a move.

It wasn't until Rum said a tentative word that Lancer finally understood his intention.

"Aren't you confused? Master Lancer, the assassination method this time was neat and quiet, leaving no flaws. Just like that person's behavior..."

Lancer raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, that's the Gin who was very close to you, but was detained by the police in the last joint mission and died tragically under the enemy's sniper rifle."

Rum's eyes were fixed on Lancer, as if he wanted to see some waves or flaws on his face.

But Lancer's eyes only dimmed for a moment, and then he opened the corners of his mouth, revealing mockery.

"You mean, your father was killed by Gin? If he had done anything wrong to Gin, he might indeed be retaliated by the undead after his death."

After confirming that Vodka was not impersonated by anyone and that there was no murder weapon hidden on his body, the men in black stepped aside.

In front of Rum, Vodka touched his palms from Lancer's calf to his waist, and finally made a move to untie the belt around his waist, but was finally stopped by Rum who didn't even look.

"Well, if this matter is allowed to continue to progress, I'm afraid I will be the one who becomes the joke."

Rum nodded slightly to him and said, "I will find another way to solve this mystery. I will let the airship land later. Please don't take offense, Master Lancer."

"I sympathize with you. You must be sad to lose your father in such a good day, right?"

Lancer looked at Rum's face and said with deep meaning.

From the moment the old man was found dead, Lancer didn't see any sad expression on Rum's face.

If so, it was just his anger after his authority as the second-in-command of the organization was challenged.

Rum heard what he meant, and just sighed and said calmly: "Although we are father and son, we actually have very little contact. Even the only contact we have is to make suggestions and seek benefits for the organization and that gentleman. .”

Absolutely.

Lancer did not talk about this topic again, but asked another thing: "Rum, you said that our secrets are hidden in the virtual world of organizational research. I want to know which secret about me you put into the program? "

Rum shook his head, "My father is in charge of the procedures. But now that he is dead, I'm afraid no one knows about these things."

Lancer asked again: "Do you share in those secrets?"

There was an eerie silence in the cabin.

Obviously, Rum is also very afraid of this thing and doesn't even want to mention it. But why would he want to let others enter the virtual world composed of programs? Isn't he afraid that his secret will be discovered?

After a moment, Rum turned around and the cabin door was opened.

"It's time for you to leave, Master Lancer."

He led his men out of the door first.

Lancer, on the other hand, crossed his arms and looked at his back with interest. Vodka on the side picked up his clothes and put them on his head.

"Get dressed."

Lancer felt like his head was being squeezed out of the collar, and his head was about to burst.

After finally putting on his clothes, he frowned and complained in a low voice to the big man in front of him.

"Can't you be gentler? Honey~"

Vodka's chin sank, his voice suddenly changed, and Gin's voice penetrated his ears familiarly.

"If I hadn't come, you would have had your pants removed by now."

"Rum is so savage!"

Lancer looked around and saw no one else or the surveillance camera. He put his arm around the other person's shoulder and leaned in to give him a smack.

"Great job! How did you know I wanted to get rid of that old man?"

Gin, who was disguised as vodka, grinned and rubbed his hand on the young man's head a few times. His tone was relaxed and he was rarely joking.

"Because I'm touching your soul, Lancer Hughes."

The young man let out a wow sound, his eyes shining: "You can also touch something besides the soul..."

Gin pressed his head to shut him up.