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

"That gentleman attaches great importance to this assassination operation. If you need it, I can have someone assist you... What are you looking at?"

Sitting in the Porsche, Lancer had no interest in appreciating his old antique car.

He stared at the tablet in his hand, lost in thought, and didn't even listen to what Gin said.

Gin saw that his attention was not on her, but on holding the edge of the tablet tightly, staring at the tablet non-stop. So the man stretched out his black-gloved hand and took the tablet away.

He fiddled with it and looked at it for a while, then returned it to Lancer and said casually: "Humph, these are all old tricks."

A word to awaken the dreamer.

Lancer opened the tablet and flipped through it for a long time, but didn't see any strange software, so he had to ask him: "Are you saying it has GPS installed? Or is it eavesdropping software?"

"You look down on those old guys." Gin snorted. "Those new gadgets are not impeccable in their eyes. They are just old-fashioned tampering with the internal structure."

It's either a positioning transmitter or a miniature eavesdropping device.

Lancer was surprised: "Can those broken things still be useful these days?"

"You didn't notice, didn't you? It's enough if it works." Gin leaned against the car window, resting his chin on his hand, and the old god was blowing smoke rings on the ground. His lazy posture looked like he would become an immortal at any moment.

Lancer asked shamelessly: "Then how did you know?"

"The tablet shows signs of being dismantled."

"What if it has just been repaired after a certain amount of use?" Lancer raised the tablet and observed the interface and screen. "There are scratches on the interface, and the screen protective film also shows signs of aging."

"This brand of tablet will have a factory serial number engraved on the metal protective shell on the back. Generally, it is based on the manufacturer number, tablet type, model, and the date and time of the factory. You can know what it is at a glance. Purchased at that time.”

Lancer suddenly realized, "So, these traces of use are..."

"Ha, it's old." Gin threw the finished cigarette butt out of the car window, weighed the cigarette case, and planned to smoke a second one. "I tried very hard to lie to you."

Vodka, who was driving in front, planned to blow a wave of rainbow farts based on Gin's judgment, but unexpectedly, Lancer beat him to it.

Lancer opened his bright eyes, clasped his hands in a prayer position, and looked at Gin with admiration.

"You are worthy of being the eldest brother! This reasoning is wonderful! I really don't know what kind of perfect devil can create you who are full of advantages! If possible, please allow me to offer you an affectionate kiss to express my respect for you, eldest brother——"

Before he finished speaking, a pistol was pressed against his nose.

The young man pursed his lips and kissed the air, not embarrassed.

There was no expression on Gin's cold face, but his disgust could be seen from his stern eyes.

"Don't be so disgusting."

Lancer disagreed.

He held the pistol pointed at him with his backhand, and lightly touched the muzzle of the gun with his lips, making a chirping sound.

"Okay, boss."

Gin froze for a moment, then took back the pistol in disgust.

This guy……

Vodka, who witnessed this scene from the rearview mirror, didn't even dare to breathe.

Even if he practiced for another hundred years, he might not be able to match this level of praise!

As the car drove to an unknown destination, Lancer asked: "I have one thing to know. Is the research on drugs in the organization still going on?"

Not many people know about drug research, but the top management of the organization is basically very concerned about this matter.

So when Lancer asked, although Gin looked at him in surprise, he didn't hide it. After all, it is not difficult to find out about this matter.

"There is a traitor in the institute, and we haven't found a suitable candidate to continue research yet."

Lancer observed Gin's face and found that when he mentioned the word "traitor", although the corners of his mouth were raised, his eyes were filled with cold murderous intent.

After a pause, Lancer asked tentatively: "Did you...make a mistake when you killed him?"

There was a dead silence in the car.

When Gin's eyes glanced over, Lancer looked out the car window wisely.

He praised in a calm and numb tone: "Wow, the scenery here is really nice."

Outside the window, there was a huge chimney emitting exhaust fumes.

Gin: "..."

Since matters related to drug research might be a thorn in Gin's heart, Lancer did not look for his displeasure anymore, but asked his own system for help.

[System: Are you thinking of me now? If you have something to do, there will be no beauty; if you have nothing to do, it will be summer and spring! 】

In the dim room, Lancer tapped his fingers on the table, sat in front of the computer with a faint cold light, held his chin and said lazily: "If you don't want to help me, I will kill all the CP you have eaten!"

[System: ...I am lucky to be bound to you, really. 】

"Stop being so nagging, if you don't want to help, I will destroy all the electronic peripherals you secretly placed in the hidden space of the system."

[System: Yeah! (crying loudly)]

As the system's crying voice sounded in my mind, new messages and data began to appear on the computer screen.

Lancer rubbed his ears and looked at the relevant messages sent by the system himself, his brows getting tighter and tighter.

"The research institute and related corporate institutions were burned down, leaving no trace at all. Huh? What is this?"

Some densely packed symbols that were incomprehensible appeared in front of him. Lancer looked at the chemical structure formula and guessed: "Could these be related information about drugs? Where did you find them?"

[System: Backup of the Metropolitan Police Archives Department. 】

"Your hands are quite long." Lancer's hand slowly slid down the mouse, and finally a list of names and a certain person's information appeared.

He read out word by word: "Gong, Ye, Zhi, Bao..."

With his thin lips raised, Lancer already had a rough guess in his mind.

On the next day off, Lancer arrived at Dr. Ali's house early in the morning, holding a box of snacks in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other.

Little girls should all like beautiful flowers.

No matter what, let's build up the goodwill first.

But now at the door, Lancer felt a little embarrassed - both hands were occupied, so he couldn't ring the doorbell.

Lancer wanted to do a live split and touch the doorbell with his toes.

Just when Lancer was raising his calf, a hand reached out before him and pressed the doorbell for him.

Lancer raised his head and saw the other person's lenses reflecting in the sun. Although his squinted eyes were smiling, it gave people a chilling feeling.

The man asked: "You are here to play with the little girl who lives here, right?"

Lancer didn't answer, but glanced at the pot in his hand.

"Brother, are you here to sell pots?"