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

Being taken advantage of, Lancer didn't feel like he had any losses.

Who called the other party Gin?

The man first lit a cigarette to calm down, and then spoke slowly: "That boy looks very similar to Kiljiu. At first, I just got the words out of his mouth. I knew that he was related to Shui Wu Liannai. I just wanted to ask Bourbon if he mistook this kid for kiel.”

"But before the call was connected, the kid who was let go was caught again by the gangsters in Sapporo. Now he is in our hands."

"Have you seen Bourbon?"

"Having seen it, he seems to be sure that the person he saw that day was this kid."

Lancer couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, "How similar do they have to be to think of a man as a woman?"

Then Gin handed him a photo.

The boy above was very close to Rena Mizuna in terms of face and figure. If you only saw his face in the crowd, it was very possible to mistake him for Kirshu.

Lancer suspected: "A person like this who specializes in working as an undercover agent in a gang organization should hide his family deeply. Why would he appear in Sapporo?"

Gin took out a puff of smoke and sneered: "That's not important. What's important is that we will see Keir soon."

As if he knew what he was going to do, Lancer quickly understood: "Indeed."

"Do we need to send manpower here?" Lancer asked him. "Although if the people in the organization move on a large scale, it is likely to arouse the alert of our old enemy. But if we can get rid of this woman, I think it is quite worthwhile." "

Gin quickly rejected his proposal.

"There's no need to touch our own people. We have ready-made helpers. We don't need you or me to show up."

Lancer suddenly said: "You mean... the Inu organization in Sapporo? After all, they are not of the same mind as us. If there are any mistakes in their actions, if Kirjiu escapes this time, we don't know how long it will take to find her next time."

He and Gin were both worried about long nights and many dreams. Since they were determined to do something ruthless, they had to do it neatly.

Gin said: "In addition to bourbon, the ones left in Sapporo now include Belmode and rum."

None of these three guys can be relied on.

Lancer frowned slightly, "Ask Rum to borrow someone? Not long ago, I put down a bug and he used it to study it. If he catches the tail, we won't be able to do anything."

"And don't forget, the execution of Kilwine was our own action. Rum must not have known about it, right? The failure of the last mission will be used by him to attack us. If he reports it to the boss, wouldn't we? Will he be very passive?"

"No." Gin said firmly.

Lancer tilted his head to look at him.

Before any doubts could arise, the young man saw the man take out his cell phone from his pants pocket, rummaged through something and showed it to him.

"The DNA test results came out. The old man and Rum are not related by blood - just as we suspected."

"Then what?" Lancer asked, "What does this prove? He killed the old man in the memory world? But it was you who really did it. He just tried to cover up the secret that he was not his biological father and son."

Gin raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes full of mockery.

"You may not know that in this country, even the boss himself, who has his own whims, takes things like blood very seriously."

"What kind of people parents are will determine what kind of people they will raise their children to be. In this way, no matter how many years pass, the current environment they live in will not change."

"The bond that maintains the relationship between them is this thing called blood relationship."

Lancer opened his mouth slightly, apparently speechless due to the shock of this idea.

In the end times he lived in, the strong always prevailed. Because no matter how close the blood relationship is, they may fall out because of the loss of an area, the flow of a batch of weapons, or even a fight for a little material.

Blood relationship is not that important to Lancer. On the contrary, the kindness of saving lives and granting survival made Lancer feel more reliable than anything else.

He thought of a hypothetical question: "What would happen to the boss if he knew that Rum was not the old man's biological child?"

"The first generation Rum has spent his whole life paving the way and assisting the boss. The children he raised should be like him, becoming the boss's right-hand man and a being that the boss can trust."

Gin's face was a little indifferent, "But I have recently observed that Rum moves frequently, as if he is using some program to find traces of the boss. He also makes a lot of small moves secretly. Although they are all very secretive, they are not all without success. trace."

By the time he got to the point, Lancer felt that he had understood.

"This guy wants to kill the boss and become the boss himself?"

Gin didn't speak.

Lancer crossed his arms and got angry, "You haven't even gone up yet, why is he thinking exactly the same as you?!"

The man looked up at him, his eyes a little cold.

Therefore, Lancer had no choice but to put down his hand and changed his words: "I mean..."

"I am not a person who is loyal to the organization. This is just the surrender of the weak to the strong. If he can stay within the scope of driving me and not touch my bottom line, it doesn't matter if I fight and kill for him for the rest of his life. But... "

Gin's eyes darkened, remembering what Lancer said to him last time.

When Lancer went to the police to rescue him, he had a conversation with the boss and Rum, and they both asked Lancer to give up on him.

Although the young man reflected in the virtual memory world is like a wolf, daring to fight against the enemy in any adverse situation, he cannot accept the fate of being born from death and eventually being discarded like garbage.

He hopes that his life can be in his own hands.

"But what?" Lancer touched his hand and brought his face closer.

His mouth still smelled of fried dumplings from Chinese food, and he was wearing the shower gel provided by the hotel, which exuded a light orange smell.

Those eyes were full of knowledge and curiosity, as if they were very interested in what Gin was about to say.

But in fact, the hand gently stroking his wrist looked a little worried and uneasy.

He is very understanding.

The words "I care about you" are barely written on his face.

"It's nothing." Gin changed the topic and suddenly asked him: "How did you feel when you knew that you were abandoned by the Karasuma family?"

"Abandoned?" Lancer asked in surprise, then laughed.

He rubbed the tip of his nose, let out a sigh, put his hands on his hips and said, "How do you know it wasn't me who abandoned them?"

Gin held the cigarette and was silent for a moment, then responded in a low voice: "That's right."