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

Anyone with some power in the organization has their own killer.

Of course, Mr. Xun is no exception.

However, killers are also hierarchical, especially after realizing that their own people are unable to retaliate against the other party after being forced to suffer a loss, their hearts become particularly perverted and twisted.

The group of people who used to follow him were eliminated by him on the pretext of incompetence. Now there are only a few people available, so Xuncai had to ask Gin for help.

Lancer couldn't help but start to wonder when he saw the man standing on the dock.

"Gin."

"Ok?"

"Why do people in the Karasuma family give themselves single-letter names? Yu is like this, Xun is like this, are there other people with one-letter names?"

Facing the secret news about the Karasuma family, everyone present was very interested and their ears pricked up.

And this is not a secret that cannot be told. Gin explained to Lancer in a low voice in front of everyone: "It's just a tradition set by that gentleman. People who have decentralized power must have different code names, and for the convenience of distinction, They are all named with only one word.”

Hearing this, Lancer nodded.

"Then what would be a better name for me?" The young man pinched his chin and fell into deep thought, "How about just calling me Mr. Se?"

[System: Yes, Mr. Se, it fits your character attributes very well. 】

Gin raised the corners of his mouth.

Chianti and Cohen, who were sitting opposite him, saw Gin laughing and looked like they had seen a ghost.

At this time, Bomore in front said somewhat casually: "That gentleman also came up with the names. I remember that Gin had a one-word name before, right? Hmm... what is it called?"

Lancer's ears perked up.

Before Bomore could say anything, Camu interrupted him: "We're almost there, please shut your mouth."

"Yes! My dear."

There was amusement in Bomore's voice.

Chianti held the gun and became even more angry: "Damn, a bunch of gay guys..."

I don’t know whether Mr. Xun trusted Gin and Lancer too much, or out of caution, he only brought two men with him for personal protection. Judging from the clothes on their bodies, the rest of them should be on this small island. stationed military.

Lancer lowered his eyes, lowered his voice and warned, "Everyone, proceed with caution."

The yacht docked at the pier, and everyone got off the yacht one after another.

As soon as their feet hit the ground, they were searched by those armed with firearms and their weapons were confiscated.

This was expected, so no one showed any resistance or surprise.

Pomaro noticed that a certain sergeant who was searching her body was always touching her waist, and immediately laughed and said: "Handsome sir, you don't want me to strip naked for you to examine, do you? If not, your Why are your hands almost touching my chest?"

The young sergeant couldn't bear such a joke, so he quickly retracted his hand and was scolded by his superior.

I have to say that Pomaro's figure is indeed ridiculously exaggerated. Even if she wears a bulletproof vest, this woman's waist still looks as thin as a bee. If it weren't for the wrong feeling between the clothes, the sergeant might have let her go. .

Lancer was secretly stunned: A young man can still act like a gentleman!

Gin secretly pinched his butt, causing Lancer to almost scream.

Hello! You guy!

Lancer looked at the man next to him in annoyance.

Gin lowered the brim of his hat as if nothing happened.

【Like gentlemen? My eyes are glued to him. 】

wow~Are you jealous?

Since I was able to communicate with my wife through brain waves, I feel that my wife is much cuter!

[System: When will you realize the fact that you are your wife? 】

Lancer crossed his arms in protest.

Everyone had arrived. Mr. Xun took out his mobile phone and called his military contact. After a while, another person came to answer them.

This was originally a secret transaction or negotiation that was carried out in secret, but it was carried out in such an upright ceremony and occasion, which made everyone feel uncomfortable.

They were taken deep into the island.

The dangerous jungle on Death Training Island is different. The island retains the trees on the outside as a cover, but all obstacles are leveled inside, paved with flat cement roads, and built with several buildings.

There are shooting ranges designed for training, warehouses for storing weapons, towers for watch posts and training grounds for troop training. As well as several high-rise buildings, the purpose of which is unknown.

There is a dedicated dock leading to warships near the seaside. They only looked at it on the map to get a sense of the location, but they couldn't see it at all after entering.

Mr. Xun and the person responsible for docking were talking about the transaction along the way. The officer looked very impatient.

"Didn't we say that the goods we can give you are the best ones currently available. If you don't want to cooperate, why are you here today?"

Mr. Xun is a tall and thin middle-aged man. He must have been oppressed by his wife in the early years when she was still here, so his back looks a little bent, as if it was crushed by something heavy.

He knew in his heart that the other party could go back on his word and interrupt the deal at any time, and the other party was also well aware of his situation. Because he could not say harsh words, he could only continue to plead with the other party in a soft tone and low posture.

This pitiful look made Lancer feel really uncomfortable.

If you don’t have the ability and insist on taking this job, you will be the one who is in trouble in the end.

If Lancer were him, he would have taken the money left by his wife and stayed away from the core of the organization, wouldn't it be good to fish in troubled waters?

"Okay, let's stop talking here. If you want it, I will take you to pick up the goods. If you don't want it, get out of here now! Get away as far as you can before I want to kill you!"

Mr. Xun wiped his sweat and said, "Of course I want the goods, but..."

"Then what are you talking about?"

Before Mr. Xun wanted to talk about peace again, Ginjiu cut off his words and spoke unhurriedly: "Let's see the goods first."

The officer glanced sideways at him and snorted without saying anything else.

After entering the center of the island, Lancer heard the sound of giant machinery.

The man took them to the door of a warehouse built in Houdao, took out his ID and swiped it on the recognition machine at the door.

The certificate was made of iron, with a numbered photo and embedded chip, the same as the one Lancer had seen before.

He and Gin looked at each other.

After entering the warehouse, many wooden boxes appeared in front of them, neatly stacked and spaced at regular intervals. It can be seen that the island's military attaches great importance to them.

Lancer seemed to understand what the rumbling sound was about.

This is actually a military factory.