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

Although it's not a life-long friendship, it's not like there's no suspicion at all, so you can't recognize it right away, right?

Lancer took a deep breath.

Gin next to him was twisting the seawater on his sleeves. After hearing Bomore's words, he sneered.

"idiot."

Lancer nodded in deep agreement.

"Hey, I haven't talked about you yet! Why did you come back with someone you don't know? Where's Lancer following you? Did you leave him alone on the boat?"

Gin was too lazy to talk to him, while the others looked at the man in front of them curiously, with a lot of wariness in their eyes.

In fact, there are really not many smart people, maybe they all gather around the young detective Edogawa Conan.

Lancer spread his hands and asked Bomore: "Hey, man! Do you think the clothes I'm wearing look familiar?"

Bomol touched his chin, looking more and more familiar.

"This looks like the one I gave Lancer—huh?!"

His eyes suddenly widened, and when he looked at the hair color and appearance of the man in front of him, he looked very much like Lancer.

He took a breath, incredulous.

"Are you just..."

Lancer smiled and nodded.

"Is that guy Lancer's brother or father?!"

"..."

Forget it, tired.

Lancer's face fell and he didn't want to explain more.

With a sarcastic look on his face, Gin took out the cigarette case from his pocket, turned the wet cigarette case around, and saw a thin stream of seawater flowing out from the torn hole.

The man showed a rare expression of disappointment and clicked his tongue.

After scanning around the yacht, Lancer asked curiously: "Why don't you see Belmode and Kil?"

He originally wanted to test Kil's reaction again, but unfortunately she didn't seem to follow him.

The yacht has been driven by another person, so Vodka can come in and rest for the time being.

He heard Lancer's question and took the initiative to explain: "Belmode said she had a way to escape on her own, so she decided not to go with us, and Kil also went with her. These two women have never liked to act with us. "

Lancer crossed his legs and leaned on the back of the seat, stretching.

He raised his lips and smiled: "Maybe, they have other tasks!"

I don’t know what kind of information Kiir handed over to the FBI today.

But I can’t control that much for the time being.

Only now did he have time to open the system panel, look at the flashing task progress bar, and submit the points doubler card he had obtained before to the system.

[System: The reward for this mission will be 1 points doubling card x. Are you sure to use it? 】

Sure.

[System: Congratulations to the host for gaining points and 2 blind box lottery opportunities! Do you want to start the first ten draws now? 】

I don't know what kind of thing he can shoot, his hands are always black.

By the way, speaking of lottery...

Lancer looked at Gin beside him.

He was probably tired, and he didn't bother to change the wet clothes on his body. The black shirt was stained with water and clung to his body, showing off the curves of his muscles.

Her long silver hair was neatly pulled back, exposing her eyebrows and forehead.

Perhaps because he was worried about not having a cigarette, he frowned slightly and crossed his arms, looking a little impatient.

Suddenly, a finger poked his upper arm.

Strong muscles are very elastic.

Gin opened his eyes that were about to squint and turned to look at Lancer.

The guy smiled at him, forcefully pulled his arm away with a gentle but undeniable force, and then put Gin's palm against his forehead.

Before Gin could speak, Lancer rubbed his forehead hard against his palm.

Come European energy, come European energy!

This confusing behavior also attracted the attention of the killers on the opposite island - what on earth is this man doing?

Moreover, why does Gin-sama, the elite elite who is highly valued by that gentleman, indulge this guy so much?

Isn't this action too intimate? !

"What to do?" Although Gin seemed a little reluctant, he did not pull back his hand.

Lancer put his forehead on the palm of his hand, pursed his lips and smiled: "Charge."

"..."

The blind box lottery interface was displayed by the system. After the lottery started by default, the treasure box changed several times, and finally burst into a golden light under Lancer's eager anticipation.

Among the pile of guns and ammunition, the Chevrolet sports car was particularly conspicuous.

There is no man who doesn’t love sports cars, and Lancer does too.

He once saved a whole garage of money to run away, but it was blown up by his enemies.

But this thing is not strictly needed at the moment. He is just idle all day long, and he hardly needs this thing if he is not on a mission.

Gin saw a disappointed expression on his face, which was somewhat similar to the previous situation.

Without allowing him to think too much, Lancer quickly rubbed his head against his hand, then fiddled with his fingers and let his eyes wander.

After a few seconds, a surprised expression appeared on his face.

"Have you seen God?" Gin asked him.

Lancer shook his head, "I saw my grandma... No, I saw a drone!"

The people on the yacht immediately looked outside.

It was pitch dark at night and nothing could be seen.

This is of course, because Lancer obtained an AI combat drone in the second ten-consecutive draw.

Lancer can control the drone through commands, conduct real-time reconnaissance, lock on the target, and continuously fire to solve the target.

Of course, this can be used as a means to assassinate or deal with targets. As a killer, Lancer just found it strange and looked at it a few more times.

However, what surprised him was another golden card——

Copy card.

Any unlocked weapon currently stored in the system space can be reproduced in large quantities.

If that combat drone is just a killer, wouldn't the replicating a batch of combat drones be a killer army?

Or you can use it on other more valuable props.

The more Lancer thought about it, the more he realized he had made a huge profit, and happily accepted the copy card.

At this time, Gin Jiu's cold words floated over: "Your mood is like the weather on the sea, it's really changeable."

After regaining consciousness, Lancer scratched his chin casually and said, "After all, I am still a young man with unstable temperament!"

He found that the man's dark green eyes were staring at him, seemingly suspicious.

While everyone else was feeling tired and taking a nap, Lancer leaned closer to Gin and asked him in a low voice: "Don't you have anything to ask me?"

For example, the light machine gun was taken out very suddenly, and Lancer took it back very suddenly.

Gin has seen it, doesn't he want to know what's going on?

Lancer had already thought of an excuse and planned to use magic tricks to fool him.

In the end, this man didn’t even give him a chance to fool him!

Gin twitched the corners of his lips and asked him: "I asked, will you tell me?"

Lancer, who crossed his knees, thought about it seriously, then shook his head: "Not yet."

"Then tell me when you want to say it."

Lancer's toes turned white from the soak and curled up uneasily.

He sighed silently in his heart.