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

After being brought back, Rum entered the emergency room that he had prepared early in the morning.

Through the huge glass, you can see those people wearing medical uniforms giving first aid treatment to Rum.

Soon, tubes were inserted all over his body.

Gin watched intently, as if he wanted to imprint all this in his mind.

And Belmode appeared next to him, arms folded, his tone as arrogant as before.

"Is this also part of your plan? Gin."

Stand-in Gin looked at the scene inside without blinking and snorted casually, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

Belmode did not accept his trick.

The woman pressed forward and asked, "Who were you coordinating with when you killed the woman named Rumi Wakasa? Was she also your target this time?"

The air was silent for a long time.

Belmod didn't want to see him pretending to know nothing, so he reached out and pinched his chin, forcing him to look at him.

"Gin, you'd better not play tricks in front of me, or I can kill you at any time. You know, the boss has been dissatisfied with you for a long time."

"Then why don't you kill me as soon as you catch me?" Substitute Gin tilted his head to look at her, and raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a cruel and crazy smile. "Don't you want to use me? You also think I still have residual value that can be used, don't you?"

Belmod raised his delicate eyebrows and hummed: "This is all what the boss means."

"Really?" Gin didn't seem to believe what she said, "Did it really mean what the boss meant, not you?"

The woman's beautiful yet dangerous eyes narrowed at him, Gin laughed mockingly, and then didn't speak again.

The lights in the emergency room came on, and the electrocardiograph facing the glass wall seemed to have returned to normal.

The doctors inside nodded towards the glass, indicating that Rum had passed through this dangerous period safely.

After the attending doctor came out of the door, Belmode and Vodka walked up to the doctor and asked about Rum's condition.

The other party said helplessly: "Although he is out of danger, with his current body, he may not be able to worry about the organization's related activities or tasks in the future."

Chianti held his beloved gun and said inappropriately: "Oh? Is Rum planning to retire?"

Cohen responded blankly: "Is that so? Then wouldn't we become very bored?"

From beginning to end, Belmode did not speak.

After they finished talking, the substitute Gin asked between cigarettes: "So, how long will it take for Rum to recover?"

"This depends on how well his body absorbs the recovery drugs. If everything goes well, the tubes will be removed in about a month."

Gin snorted, indicating that he knew it.

Seeing that they were fine, the doctor began to feel troubled.

He took off his mask, took a deep breath, and asked with some anxiety: "Lord Rum said that the things your group brought back... need to be handed over to us."

As if waiting for his words, Belmod glanced at the vodka aside, and the other party immediately took out the pill box from his coat pocket.

The medicine is still inside.

Belmode opened it and took a look, then handed it to the doctor.

"Rum doesn't want to take this pill now, does he?"

The doctor solemnly held it in his hand and replied cautiously: "We will make sure Lord Rum's body can withstand the effects of the drug before letting him take it."

"Hmph, that's best."

……

"One month?"

After meeting Gin and Lancer the next day, Bourbon was still a little hungover.

But when he heard what these two people said, he couldn't help but frowned suspiciously.

"Rum can only live for a month? Where did you get the news?"

Lancer made a pause gesture and said with a smile: "Don't ask, just ask because we have informants."

"Isn't this just right?" Gin said coolly, holding a cigarette in his mouth: "I'll give you a holiday and go around to have fun. You won't have to show up with that guy in front of me all day long and be an eyesore."

That guy was Rai, who was shopping for souvenirs and cigarettes in a store in Osaka.

Rai, who doesn't hold a gun, looks no different from ordinary people, except that he likes to wear knitted hats.

Bourbon crossed his arms and said with some dissatisfaction: "You have to figure it out. You were the one who said you wanted us to help you, and now you want to kill us. What do you think of us?"

Lancer, who was eating chocolate, woke up from his distracted state, rubbed his sore waist, and broke a piece of chocolate to him.

"How about we go on a trip for four of us together?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bourbon and Gin shot towards him like sharp arrows.

It was obvious from Gin's face that he was not happy, and Bourbon refused directly: "No, I don't want to go out with you like my boss, and have to look at the face of some cold guy on the way."

"What does it matter? Anyway, if you and Rai are together, the two of you will always stay in a hotel or a hotel."

Lancer hit the nail on the head: "If it's not on the bed, it's on the tatami, or in the bathroom tub, how else can you play?"

Bourbon's expression changed again and again, and finally he couldn't bear it and said: "You should be talking about the two of you!"

His voice was so high that it scared the children passing by.

The children wearing little yellow hats ran away quickly, looking at them as if they were looking at some strange thing.

Finally, Rai came out of the store after doing his shopping, and they were finally on their way.

Gin didn't understand why they had to seat four people in their car. He asked Rai a little disgustedly: "Didn't you drive when you came here?"

"We were sent here by Camus in a helicopter." Ley leaned against the car window, biting a piece of throat lozenge.

Maybe he was in a good mood, so the corners of his mouth were raised when he said this.

"Then where are you going to play?" Lancer yawned and had already begun to search for tourist attractions in the country that would be suitable for them to go together.

Every time I finish a mission, I want to relax, even if Lancer didn't contribute much in this mission.

He was scrolling through his phone when he suddenly received a text message.

Camus sent it.

[The Osaka Prefectural Police Department is working with Interpol to investigate the organization's actions and has obtained information on relevant internal members. Please be careful. 】

"Hattori Heizo has so much power? But whose information can he get?"

Bourbon behind the car suddenly coughed twice.

"Almost... everything I have collected has been backed up by the police."

"..."

The organization is doomed.