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

As a tool man who was trained as a killer since childhood, Lancer has a conscience, but not much.

Have dignity, but rely solely on your own strength to fight for it.

In his world where the jungle prevails, others will respect and fear you only if you have strong power.

He was not born with a system. After he clearly gained powerful power, he was always squeezed out of his living space by some people with the aura of the protagonist. He almost died at the hands of others several times.

The Lord God assigned the system to his world and chose him, the unlucky guy.

And he certainly didn't let the system down.

"Although my eldest brother always says that he can handle these things, I think this time is a little different."

Lancer, who was immersed in his own thoughts, slowly came back to his senses after hearing Vodka's words.

He asked: "How is it different?"

Vodka said: "Didn't you get assassinated before when you incorporated Mr. Yu's forces? Those were all people arranged by Rum."

Rum?

The guy with the mosaic on his face?

Lancer hummed and said calmly: "Then what?"

Seeing through the rearview mirror that there was no obvious change in expression on Lancer's face, Vodka began to feel a little uneasy.

I don’t know if I should tell Lancer these things.

"The time you were attacked in the hotel, eldest brother killed Rum's people with his own hands. It probably caused Rum's dissatisfaction, so this time when the higher-ups proposed to put eldest brother on trial, Rum sided with them. .”

You know, Rum is the second-in-command of the organization, and his father is also a high-status assistant to that gentleman.

Since he chose to take sides, I'm afraid Gin will be in big trouble this time.

Lancer licked his back molars with the tip of his tongue, closed his eyes and thought for a moment, and then asked: "Where is Macallan? He has taken the position of the priest now, and I'm afraid he doesn't want Gin to have a hard time, right?"

It seems like I haven't heard from McCarron in a long time.

this lunatic...

The car turned the corner and headed towards the checkpoint set up at the inspection station.

Lancer became increasingly irritated as he realized that they were about to leave downtown Tokyo.

Are they actually so far apart?

"Well, that's weird." After Vodka passed the inspection station, he explained to Lancer: "Macallan is responsible for a batch of maritime freight, going to the Golden Triangle area to complete business docking with Vietnam. But I heard that he was attacked, and his whereabouts are unknown until now, and he has not contacted anyone in the organization."

Just when Lancer was about to make a few sarcastic remarks, Vodka then said: "There is one more thing that I think is worth noting."

"..."

"It's Bomore. He seems to have been investigating McCarran recently."

The young man rubbed his eyebrows, feeling like a parent who heard his children being naughty but could do nothing about it.

Although Bomore is a knife in the organization, special rights are required to mobilize him. There should be few people in the entire organization who can control him, so if nothing else, Bomore's actions were done by himself without anyone's instructions.

He is really at ease!

The more he thought about it, the more he felt a headache. Lancer simply glanced out the car window and asked casually: "Where are we going now?"

"Tottori."

Vodka glanced at Lancer and asked him seriously: "Master Lancer, do you want to consider changing your body? This will make you look more imposing."

"...Do you think I am a Gundam?"

A few hours later, the car stopped in front of a mansion somewhere in a remote part of Tottori Prefecture.

After Vodka got out of the car, he opened the back seat door politely.

But the people in the car refused to get out of the car.

Vodka pushed down the sunglasses on his face, then put his fist to his mouth and coughed heavily, "There is no one here now, you can come out."

There was still no movement inside.

So, Vodka tried to close the car door, but a hand stretched out from inside and blocked the car door.

Then, a mature man wrapped in a black coat stepped out of the car.

His hair was pushed back due to sweating, his facial features were more three-dimensional and deeper than before, and the line of his jaw was colder and harder, as if it had been polished like a knife.

A stronger figure does give people a stronger sense of oppression.

Lancer exhaled a hot breath, and flew towards Vodka with a dagger in his eyes.

"You had already planned it. You even prepared clothes for me?!"

Vodka, who was rarely smart for a moment, grinned, looking very stupid.

"This windbreaker is a luxury item brought back from a haute couture store. It's my favorite - you will definitely like it."

Lancer blushed and quickly regained his composure.

"Hmph." The man sneered, "Remember, your eldest brother's favorite is this young master!"

"..."

"Lead the way, lead the way!"

The mansion is very large. Compared with the former Twilight Villa, it is just bigger but not smaller, and it is luxurious enough.

But thinking about it, it makes sense to match the Karasuma family that has been around for a hundred years. But from the first moment he stepped into the gate of the mansion, Lancer felt like he was out of place here.

In the hall of the mansion, the maids were working mechanically like robots. Even Lancer's arrival did not attract their attention, and no one even glanced at him.

It was as if Lancer's presence was air.

Lancer crossed his arms and looked around here. The grand interior decoration did not make people feel pleasing to the eye, but had a faint sense of oppression.

Especially the crow statue placed in the middle of the hall, including the base, is at least three meters high, and ordinary people have to look up to see it.

Everyone in the organization is proud of the crow, and many members will worship the sculpture.

Vodka praised: "It is said that the person who made this sculpture is a famous foreign craftsman. It took several weeks to polish such a perfect work of art!"

[System: How many more weeks will it take for this piece of crap? Do you want famous foreign craftsmen? Even if I gnaw a cucumber, it looks better than his carving. 】

But the only question Lancer cares about is: "Do you think it can withstand an RPG blast?"

Vodka: "..."

Do you have any normal thoughts in your head?

Apart from the crow sculpture, there is nothing else interesting in the lobby of the mansion.

Lancer asked him: "Where is Gin? He hasn't responded to my messages since leaving the hospital. You call him and ask him to pick me up."

Hearing this, Vodka showed a troubled expression on his face.

At this time, a slightly older voice sounded behind Lancer——

"I'm afraid you won't be able to see Gin-sama for a while, this young master."