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

Toru Amuro woke up from his coma with his strong willpower and countless training memories.

He touched the painful part and cursed in his mouth, then got up from the ground and staggered out from behind the bunker.

I don’t know what happened, but the two nursing home buildings were on fire.

Some FBI people were putting out the fire, while others were seriously injured and helped to the ground. They lay down and could not get up again.

As the day dawned, the soaring fire turned half of the sky red.

He dragged his injured leg and forearm forward, and the blood on his eyes could only open one eye.

In the blur, Toru Amuro seemed to see Gin put his hand on Akai Shuichi's forehead, but took his hand back in just a moment.

What is he... doing?

It's like completing some kind of missionary ceremony, nothing looks right!

Also, why is Conan here?

His expression looked panicked. Was it because that guy Gin had done something to Akai?

"Akai..." Before Toru Amuro could reach the man, he heard Conan shouting at him: "Don't come here! Mr. Amuro!"

It was like the Nobuko detonating a bomb was ignited. Akai Shuichi slowly turned back to look at him.

When Toru Amuro, who was still expecting something, met the man's eyes, she found that his eyes were familiar and cold, without any emotion.

"...Shuichi."

I don't know where Akai Shuichi got the gun from. Maybe this shrewd man had already calculated everything before hiding the gun on his body, but he didn't expect that he was also a part of the conspiracy.

Anyway, the muzzle of the pistol was pointed at him.

Toru Amuro froze on the spot, and for a moment he seemed not to feel the pain in the injured part of his body.

He tried to find the reason for the sudden change in Akai Shuichi, but he couldn't see anything from that indifferent face.

So he took a step forward, and Shuichi Akai, who was staring at him coldly, pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The moment the bullet passed through his body, Toru Amuro could somewhat understand the man's psychological feelings when he was chasing Shuichi Akai.

It just hurts.

The body aches and the heart aches.

Unable to find any excuse or reason to excuse the other party, Toru Amuro has never felt so helpless and confused as now.

Conan's boy's desperate shouts rang in his ears, and his body fell backwards instinctively.

The bright red blood soon stained the ground with a deep color.

After a flash of pain briefly flashed across Akai Shuichi's eyes, he returned to his calm look.

Lancer observed his reaction and silently cursed in his heart: There shouldn't be a time when the rebellion card fails, right?

It would be interesting if Shuichi Akai started playing them from now on.

[System: That’s impossible, I don’t sell Sanwu products! The Instigator Card can change a person's stance, but some feelings cannot be changed. He may still have unresolved feelings for Amuro, which may affect some of his subsequent decisions and actions, but overall it's not a big problem. 】

After glancing at the blond man who was not hit at all, Lancer glanced at the little boy squatting next to Toru Amuro, desperately calling his name.

"Conan."

Lancer crossed over to Shuichi Akai and reminded him kindly: "You should still have time to call an ambulance now to save him, but I advise you not to call the police."

"A group of FBI appeared in the nursing home and caused a series of incidents such as bombing and arson that endangered public security management... It may be difficult to solve!"

"Of course, you can also call the police." Lancer stretched out his hand and pressed on his head, saying the harshest words with the gentlest expression: "If you want to watch the people around you disappear one by one, please do it yourself."

Conan's face turned cold and his expression was solemn: "Even if I don't call the police, if there is such a big noise here, the police will intervene in the investigation."

"Don't worry about that." Lancer waved his hand, "They won't care too much - I guess."

After hearing Lancer's words, Conan's expression became even more ugly.

Because Amuro Toru's bleeding wound needed to be pressed to help stop the bleeding, Conan couldn't spare his hands to deal with them.

He could only watch as Akai Shuichi seemed to be a changed person and left with Gin and Lancer.

The peaceful sanatorium was destroyed in a sea of ​​fire due to the arrival of uninvited guests.

The news was also published in the local newspaper the next day. The description stated that the cause of the fire was unknown, that there were serious injuries and deaths, and that the police were still investigating.

"It seems that these FBI agents spent a lot of time communicating with the police in order to conceal their whereabouts and identities."

Lancer got up early and enjoyed the famous local kaiseki cuisine in the hotel restaurant.

He was wearing pajamas and looked like he had just woken up. He stretched out his hand to rub his eyes, put down the newspaper, picked up the soup bowl and took a sip of tofu soup.

Last night, Lancer opened a separate room to sleep alone, because the newly joined Akai Shuichi needed someone to monitor him at all times.

This task fell on Gin.

Although the man was not happy, he still stayed in the same room with Akai Shuichi for one night.

Gin came to the conclusion: Even if Shuichi Akai becomes Rai again, the two of them will not get along.

At this moment, the three of them were eating together at the same table, but it was obvious that the atmosphere of this breakfast was not very good, and it was even a bit tit-for-tat.

After Lancer had eaten and drank enough, he took out his mobile phone and showed it to Gin: "There is nothing else to do now. Can we go to the scenic spots in Kyoto Prefecture?"

Lay, who was across from him, was chewing on his cigarette and said somewhat harshly: "What? Are the current team-building activities organized so civilian?"

Gin clenched the soup bowl in his hand, wanting to throw the bowl of tofu soup on his face.

"Team-building activities..." Lancer held his chin and pondered for a while, then showed a satisfied smile: "I like this word. Gin, in the future we can also take Camu and Bomore to this team-building activity. , of course, on the premise that the task has been completed.”

Gin responded casually, letting him go, then turned to look at Rai.

"You stole my cigarettes? Don't you know how to buy them yourself? The FBI won't pay you?"

"Fat." The man with the knitted hat welded to his head slowly exhaled a puff of white smoke and smiled mockingly: "The salary is good, but you have to pay for it with your life."

The corner of Lancer's mouth twitched slightly: "It doesn't seem to be much different from now?"

"Humph." Ley said: "The organization is the same as before. Does it still rely on robbing for funds?"

"That's not true," Lancer said. "Now the funds in the electronic account are flowing. As for how they flow, we have the final say."

After clinking their glasses, the three of them looked at each other with disgust, and then decided to end breakfast.