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

After asking for his knitted hat back, Rai straightened his hair and let out a wisp of curly bangs from under the hat on his forehead as before. His whole body exuded an unruly temperament.

Lancer was smoking CP on the spot. He took out a pack of melon seeds from his pants pocket, tore open the bag and started eating it.

[System: Can you give me a break? 】

Lancer acquiesced and let the system give him points in exchange for some cyber melon seeds to eat. He had a heated discussion with the system.

Lancer: How long do you think the two of them are going to stand looking at each other like this?

[System: Can I fight in another place? I've even taken off my pants and you're showing me this? 】

As if responding to the system's expectations, Rai faced Toru Amuro's gun and said unhurriedly: "Take your gun back, if you still want to continue to lurk in the organization."

As if a sore spot had been stabbed, Toru Amuro frowned suddenly, and the finger that was close to the trigger also bulged hard.

Maybe he was using too much force, and his knuckles were starting to turn white.

"Aka, well, show, one!" When Toru Amuro called the man's name, he gritted his teeth and word by word, trying to call back this lost guy.

Just like the man called himself that back then.

"What are you thinking in your head?! Get away from those guys. Don't you want to go back to your FBI colleagues?!"

Rai looked expressionless and even lit a cigarette for himself.

After a long time, he blew a puff of white smoke into the air and said lightly: "Companion? You may have some misunderstanding about your companion, Zero."

Toru Amuro clenched his back molars silently.

"It's up to me to decide who I choose as my companion." Rai seemed to have regained his past indifference, and even when facing him, he couldn't see anything unusual.

Toru Amuro's heart dropped as he remembered what Mr. Kudo Yusaku once said to him.

'If even the silver bullets are on their side, maybe the fate of the organization is no longer decided by us...'

He turned his gun and pointed it at Lancer, who was eating melon seeds at the side: "What on earth did you do to him?"

Suddenly being cueed, Lancer pointed at himself and asked: "Me? I didn't expect you to suspect that I was the one who did something to him instead of him actually betraying the FBI and your infatuation. I'm really sorry for you." Love weeps!”

He clapped loudly, but when he saw the melon seeds starting to fall, he screamed a few times and sighed.

Toru Amuro tried his best to become less anxious and stay calm: "Did you inject any medicine into him? Or did you hypnotize him?"

Lancer smiled: "You know my methods very well!"

"After all, there are countless tricks of the organization, and these are the only ones."

"Unfortunately, it's not the case." Lancer broke his illusion, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips. "Do you still remember what I did to you before you lost your memory in Sapporo?"

What have you done?

In fact, that memory is not completely missing. He can vaguely recall some fragments of memories. If he really wants to trace it back, the time when he really made up his mind to stand with the organization seemed to be when he learned about Lancer and After Kyogoku's true martial arts contest.

The guy just stretched out his hand and touched his forehead lightly. He seemed to be a different person, completely shrouded in darkness and gloom.

What happened later may have been deliberately forgotten out of self-protection and wit.

But can just touching himself with one hand make him serve the organization sincerely? This is so unreasonable!

[System: What a poor kid, maybe his brain can’t understand the existence of such a thing as a counterattack card, right? 】

Lancer leaned against the car and smiled, something that no ordinary person would be able to understand.

Except gin.

This man's threshold for acceptance is unimaginably high. If the system hadn't been shared yet, he might even be able to accept having a child in the future.

[System: Oh, I understand, you want to change the plot into a story about giving birth to a child, oh~ This is my highlight. 】

Lancer: Get out!

Perhaps having seen enough of their useless conversation, Lancer lay on the edge of the car roof and said lazily: "Brother Tou, if you really want to chat with your husband, or reminisce about the memories of past partners, you are welcome. Join us too. If you want to take him away from us, then I'm sorry, he is mine now!"

Toru Amuro pulled down the bolt of the pistol and aimed the gun at Lancer.

Rai on the side also took out his pistol and pointed it at Toru Amuro.

[System: Wow! This is simply a Shura field! 】

Lancer: I'm so trembling!

As long as Chuck is counterattacking now, Lancer doesn't have to watch the two of them talking across the bank like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

"Ley." Lancer suddenly called the man next to him by his code name. He didn't react at all to the name. On the contrary, Toru Amuro had a suppressed expression of excitement, as if he had been brought into some bad memories.

"Huh?" The man who was chewing a cigarette and holding a pistol turned his head and glanced at him, and then set his sights on Tohru Amuro.

The guy was still stubborn, with his eyes fixed on him, as if he would not give up until he was caught this time.

"If you don't plan to take him to the hotel, then let's go."

Lancer looked a little impatient, "I didn't buy anything today, and I was taken as a hostage for no reason. I'm really bad!"

Hearing this, Rai glanced at Toru Amuro, then retracted his gun and sat sideways in the passenger seat.

Before the car door was closed, the rearview mirror on the other side of the car was broken by Toru Amuro's shot.

Lancer joked: "He's quite hot-tempered."

Rai was very calm, but through the broken lenses, his eyes saw the figure that was divided into pieces by crack lines.

His heart ached for no reason.

But they are destined to take different paths, and no one can make concessions for the other.

Returning to the temporary safe house, Gin looked at the two guys who came back empty-handed, narrowing his narrow eyes, leaving only a gap for his dark green pupils.

He flicked the cigar in his fingers on the edge of the ashtray and asked, "Didn't you say you were going out to buy ingredients and daily necessities? Where are the things?"

Lancer chuckled, took out the remaining half pack of melon seeds from his pocket, and placed it on the coffee table in front of him.

"There's only this."

Gin: "..."

In his mind, the system was still cracking seeds, and the corners of Gin's eyes twitched: "Shut up."

The system is quiet.

Rai, who had no idea who he was talking to, hummed in confusion: "Are you hallucinating?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Gin crossed his legs and asked the two of them: "I waited for you for a long time, and you only bought back half a pack of melon seeds?"

Lancer scratched his chin with his hand in embarrassment: "Well... there was a little accident."

He used his thumb and index finger to make a one-inch distance, emphasizing the "little".

Gin raised his eyebrows slightly, with an expression of "Do you think I believe it?"

[System: burp~]