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

Kamu is a manpower in the information department. He didn't expect that he would be tricked.

After verification, it was discovered that software had sent Camus an order to withdraw the mission by tampering with Gin's mobile phone program, giving Belmode the opportunity.

"Belmod still has this ability?"

Lancer plundered the snacks on the island. While eating, he listened to Kamu report the results and opened his eyes slightly to express surprise.

Gin, on the other hand, bit his cigarette and fell into silence, saying nothing from the beginning to the end of Kamu's report.

Finally, Kamu concluded: "This software should be developed by a higher-level R&D team within the organization and is only used by the boss."

Lancer nodded and waved: "Okay, you go."

When Kamula pulled the door handle of the room, Lancer stopped him again, pointed to the empty bag and said to him: "Are there any more chips?"

"I'll bring it to you later." Camu nodded slightly to him, and Lancer made an OK gesture with satisfaction.

As soon as the people left, Lancer inflated the empty snack bag and then blew it up in front of Gin.

Gin finally came to his senses, glanced at him, and asked, "What's the fuss about?"

"Belmod has obviously rebelled, but it's unclear who she helped." Lancer crossed his arms and leaned over, rubbing his shoulder gently. "Do you want to kill her?"

Gin took a puff of cigarette and blew out a puff of white smoke.

"Let's talk about it after we leave here."

Seeing that his face was still a little pale and he seemed to have no interest, Lancer had no choice but to shrug his shoulders, move to the window, and look at the scenery outside.

Since the death training island was closed, very few people were sent to this death training camp for training.

Those who stay here are all the masters who survived before.

It would be very difficult for Bomore to suppress them. If someone takes this opportunity to sneak in, it will be a lot of trouble.

The green plants on the island are much more lush than before, completely covering the buildings, training grounds, and defense and security systems on the island.

The scenery here is better now than in Tokyo, which is still bare.

In the training ground downstairs, a group of people gathered together, cheering and shouting from time to time.

As for the two people they surrounded, one of them was a high-level killer who survived the training camp, and the other was Rai, who had defected from the FBI and returned to the organization.

Bourbon's blond hair looked dazzling in the sun. He stood watching with his arms folded. He was probably the only one among the group of guys who hoped that Rai could win.

Soon, the two men were fighting each other, and they started to move without leaving any room.

Lancer was so interested in watching it that he didn't even notice the sound of the door to the room opening and closing.

It was when Gin handed him a pack of snacks that Lancer came back to his senses and asked, "Has Camus been here?"

"Well, he said there's no more French fries, just potato chips."

"Oh, it doesn't matter, it's all the same."

Lancer opened the snack bag and smelled the smell inside like a small animal trying to hoard food, then grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his mouth.

The sound of chewing like a hamster sounded in Gin's ears.

The man had long silver hair, and the cigarette butt in his hand was about to burn out. He took one final puff, then put out the cigarette butt on the window sill, and casually popped the cigarette butt out of the window.

"Which one of them do you think will win?" Lancer asked.

Gin chuckled, "If Rai doesn't want to die, he won't be the loser."

"But his opponent doesn't want to die either. Rai's close-range tactics should be inferior to his marksmanship, right?"

Lancer thinks so.

Maybe the usual Rai left a wrong impression on Lancer, so when he killed the man, Lancer still had unfinished potato chips in his open mouth.

Gin reminded him kindly: "The wind here is strong, and bedbugs will occasionally be blown here. Do you want to taste it?"

Lancer immediately shut his mouth.

The crowd below erupted in cheers as Rai crushed his opponent to his feet, emerging as the winner of the brawl.

Lancer whistled and his eyes rolled up with laughter.

"How long are we going to stay here?" After seeing enough of the fight, Lancer turned to ask Gin: "According to your habits, we should be in Tokyo right now to take revenge on Shirley and Kudo Shinichi."

"There's no rush, I think some people are losing their composure and are planning to take action here!"

Lancer heard something and groaned.

"Are you talking about the boss, or Rum?"

Since assisting Bomore in investigating the shipwreck last time, this guy has sealed off the Death Training Island after returning, cutting off contact with the outside world and even the boss.

He had been working for the boss for so many years, but he never expected that the other party really wanted his life.

Even a temperless person like Bomore doesn't want to contribute anything to the organization. He just wants to guard this acre of land and manage the people here.

Mentioning the identity of the other party, Gin was silent for a short time, and then replied after a long time: "Maybe both."

Winter on Death Training Island should be coming soon.

It is very simple to deal with Bomore. The supplies on Death Training Island are transported by ship. As long as the cargo ships are cut off, the entire island can be isolated and helpless.

So when two days later, all the fishing boats and yachts that could be used outside on Death Training Island were destroyed, Gin was not surprised at all. He put his hands in his trouser pockets and showed no excited reaction.

But Bomore cried as if his father was dying, howling and screaming.

Lancer was a little disgusted: "Isn't it just a few ships? As for you crying like this? You are not a big man anymore!"

Bomore was so sad that he frowned and said depressedly: "What do you know? People on the entire island rely on these boats to get in and out. Now that they have been destroyed, you can't leave here!"

Lancer looked back at the helicopter on the top of the building and said, "Thank you for your trouble. We can take that one back to Tokyo."

Kamu, who walked over silently, said to them: "I have checked. The helicopter's wings are damaged. I'm afraid it won't be usable until it is repaired."

Hearing this, Lancer frowned, "Is there a mole among us? If it weren't for the mole's destruction, how could the ship and helicopter be destroyed?"

Bomore raised his head indifferently, squatted on the ground and looked up at them, "Isn't it normal for a mole to appear in a place where hundreds of people are staying?"

Gin: "... Silly."

Bomore stood up excitedly: "You're scolding me when we're brothers?!"

"Okay, let's think about what to do next." Lancer crossed his arms, glanced at the yacht closest to them, and said regretfully: "Even if it is repaired, it will be damaged. Did you find the ghost?"

Bourbon, who had been listening for a long time, said, "Isn't this what Gin should do?"

"match of major."

Gin: "..."