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

Perhaps Lancer's attack was too harsh, but Mr. Yan did not return to the mansion until evening, and no one informed him of the specific rescue situation.

Lancer thought: "How about pushing Hayaya to the position? I think he is easy to get along with."

Lay held a cigarette in his mouth, but had a different view: "I heard that he does have an unclear relationship with Mr. Xun's wife."

"so what?"

"That's not what he wants."

In the room, silence fell again.

Several people who were arranged to spend the night in the mansion couldn't sleep, so they gathered together and chatted for a while.

There was no one else in the small living room upstairs, but many eavesdropping and surveillance devices were secretly installed. As soon as they arrived, they immediately found these things and pinched them, as accurately as radar.

Canberly, who was responsible for keeping an eye on them, faced several black screens in the control room, scratching his head with anxiety and gnashing his teeth with hatred.

At this time, Gin finally spoke: "That's not necessarily the case. Did you see the black quill on his desk?"

"Yeah." Lancer nodded, "It looks pretty good."

"Like your ring, that pen is also a heritage token belonging to the organization."

This also means that Sayaya may have to take over from Mr. Hiko in the future.

Lancer suddenly realized.

At this time, I heard Belmod exhaling a puff of smoke, looking at Gin with his beautiful eyes, and said with deep meaning: "I didn't expect you know a lot. Things in the organization are too complicated. It can't be done in a day or two." I can explain it clearly.”

"I'm still curious about another thing!" Lancer raised his hand, his eyes rolling on Gin and Rai.

Everyone else looked at him.

"Scotland, do you have any inside information about Scotland? I seem to have heard the man named Canberly mention it today, so I'm very curious."

Mentioning this matter, Belmod also glanced at Rai, and then let out a quiet snort.

Seeing that there was no obvious change in Rai's expression, Gin raised the corners of his mouth and reached out to pinch the back of Lancer's neck.

"Is there anything you can't say?"

"No, it's just emotion." Gin said, "In the past, the Whiskey trio often acted together, and they cooperated flawlessly. They completed several important tasks beautifully, so they gradually became famous within the organization."

"It's just that no one expected that the three whiskey team members are all undercover agents."

Rai was puffing away next to him: "Don't say it so harshly. We have different positions and we don't know each other's identities."

"Later I heard that the organization suspected that one of us was an undercover agent, and I discovered that Scotland had been exposed."

Gin took a sip of his cigarette and looked a little unhappy.

"Scotland's methods are better than yours. He is close to the family relationship within the organization, but he was only exposed because someone betrayed him."

"Who betrayed it?"

"I don't know, but it is indeed the message Canberly conveyed to me."

It shows that this Mr. Yan is indeed something.

It was already late at night, and the maids in the mansion brought them juice. Belmod asked for red wine when she left, and the others had no objection.

But Gin still left a glass of juice.

Lancer stared at Juice: "I'm not a child, why did you give me this?"

"Don't you know that your taste is bad when you're drunk?" Gin joked at him, but had no intention of letting him drink.

The servant quickly brought the red wine, opened the bottle and poured the wine for them, and walked around behind the sofa where Lancer and Gin were before leaving.

After they left, Lancer raised his index finger to his lips, reached out and found an adhesive bug from behind the back of the sofa, and held it up to show them.

Belmod looked disdainful, Rai chuckled, and Gin was about to step on the sole of his shoe and crush it, but Lancer held his wrist and stopped him.

He took out his mobile phone, turned up the volume on the external speaker, and played a booming DJ dance music.

Canberly, who was wearing headphones, endured the severe pain in his ears and angrily took out the headphones and threw them on the table in front of him.

The hatred of being beaten by a mixed double at the funeral and failing to protect his boss were all secretly remembered by Canbery. As long as he saw Gin's face, he would feel strong disgust from the bottom of his heart.

After thinking for a moment, Canberly seemed to have made a decision, and a slight smile finally appeared on his cold face, with a bit of pride.

The guest room in the mansion was larger than their usual living room. When Lancer was soaking in the bathtub, he felt that the life of the rich was really luxurious to the extreme.

"The bottom members of the organization are living like rats, and they are squandering money... I really hope to see them in the same situation one day."

Gin was blow drying Grumpy's hair.

I obviously don't bother to take care of it, but I have to leave it on for such a long time. It's such a contradiction.

Lancer stood on the edge of the bathtub and asked: "I heard that growing long hair will absorb nutrients from the head and the brain will become less intelligent. If you look at it this way, it seems that this is not true?"

"The head needs to be supplied with nutrients, but it is not the brain that is being taken away."

After a whirring sound from the electronic hair dryer, Gin turned off the switch of the hair dryer and threw it into the storage basket next to it.

Gin was about to leave the bathroom. He chewed his cigarette and urged: "You are about to have wrinkles on your body."

"Coming soon."

After washing away the foam on his body, Lancer threw aside the pajamas sent by the servant, took out the replacement clothes he had prepared from the system space, and walked out of the bathroom with a blushing face.

Gin had already given him the seat next to the bed. He was chewing a cigarette and looking at his cell phone solemnly, as if he wasn't paying any attention to him.

Lancer yawned and climbed up, and slowly asked about the question in his mind: "Who is that Canberly? He doesn't seem to be able to deal with you?"

Hearing the name of the disgusted guy, Gin frowned almost instinctively.

"Ah, it seems that he is a really annoying opponent."

Gin turned off his phone and said coldly: "There are many people in this organization who want to replace me."

"He is one of them?" Lancer seemed to understand.

The man nodded, "It's also the most special one."

"How do you say it?" The young man was like a child who desperately wanted him to tell a bedtime story to satisfy his curiosity.

Gin flicked the cigarette ashes and pushed him into the quilt.

"You don't have to know anything about this person." The man's tone didn't sound good.

The more he behaved like this, the more curious Lancer became.

"Okay." Lancer said, "Then I'll ask the system to help me investigate. Anyway, I have a lot of points."

Gin already knew that he could do a lot of things with mission points. His eyes darkened and he slapped Lancer on the butt.

[System: Don’t take me with you when you cause trouble or conflicts. I’m damn innocent! 】