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

There was dead silence in the restaurant.

The butler was probably someone who was used to big scenes. After Lancer made such an outrageous and crazy move, he still maintained a calm expression and guarded the door dutifully like a pillar.

These gang leaders were all quietly reaching into their pockets or waists at this moment - they were all members of the same family, and they had already mastered each other's characteristics extremely well.

The man who was shot originally wanted to leave the restaurant temporarily to bandage his wound, but he hesitated and did not dare to move.

Because the silver-haired man was playing with the gun in his hand while turning his smart eyes, seeming to wander around his body.

It seemed that as long as the middle-aged man moved, the other party would shoot him a second time without hesitation.

The system triggered an alarm, and murderous intent came from all directions.

Lancer raised the corners of his lips evilly and pulled out an MP submachine gun from under the table, instantly making everyone shrink back.

There was a bit of fear in their astonished eyes.

Damn, this guy is serious!

"As for me, I am a kind-hearted person and my reason comes first. I will never implicate others due to a temporary loss of control of my emotions, so you can rest assured that I will not let you die too happily, oh no... I won't let you die. You will die too soon."

"???"

Everyone else had a confused "are you serious" look on their faces.

[System: I can’t stand listening anymore, you are so shameless! 】

Ignoring the system's complaints, Lancer snapped his fingers toward the door.

Not long after I saw him, Vodka walked in from the outside holding a tablet computer. He seemed to be well prepared.

The people of the Karasuma family turned their attention to him one after another, which made Vodka quite stressed.

But thinking of Lancer's instructions during the day, he calmed down again, opened the screen and clicked on the video to be played.

On the screen, I saw a warehouse at an unknown location, filled with boxes marked with danger marks.

The surveillance screen suddenly cut to a nearby scene, where a package of something that was obviously a bomb was placed close to the ground, with a 2-minute countdown on it.

The man who was shot recognized where this place was at a glance. He stood up and shouted at Lancer excitedly, covering his wound: "What are you doing?! Who gave you the courage to put your hands on my land!"

His face was hideous and ugly, and his facial features were very distorted due to changes in emotions.

If Lancer hadn't been far away, his spittle might have hit his face.

The countdown on the tablet suddenly reached zero, and the entire warehouse was blown into a sea of ​​flames.

It could be seen that the man was distressed, and his lips trembled a few times.

Isn't there still two minutes left? Why did it explode suddenly?

Lancer slowly showed what he was holding in his other hand.

It was a remote control with several buttons arranged on it.

These people are all human beings. Just by looking at it, they can tell that the number of buttons on it corresponds to the number of people present, and they all immediately become nervous.

A middle-aged woman closest to Lancer swallowed her saliva and said politely: "Well... I don't know what you call her? I think we can sit down and have a good chat."

When she said these words, the muzzle of the pocket pistol that fell from her sleeve was secretly pointed at Lancer.

But Lansehun didn't care, as if he didn't know the danger existed at all.

He raised his finger towards Vodka, and Vodka cut out the blackened screen and switched it to another surveillance screen.

The old woman's attention was temporarily attracted by the picture on the tablet, especially when she saw the person on the other end of the monitor, her whole body collapsed instantly.

There turned out to be her lover who was tied up and imprisoned!

Behind the man's tall body, her youngest son huddled in the corner and shivered, with a dark gun pointed at him in front of him.

"It's eight o'clock in the evening." Lancer raised his wrist and looked at his watch, with a bright smile on his face.

"If I don't contact the killer in ten minutes, your lover and children will be killed!"

Lancer glanced at her trembling hand holding the gun and shook his head: "Do you still want to kill me now?"

How can a person who comes out to hang out these days with only this little mental quality be able to do it?

Facing Lancer's cheesy smiling face, the old woman stared at him for a long time with wide eyes.

Finally, he was defeated in the confrontation between the two people's eyes, and took the initiative to hand over the gun in his hand. He lowered his head and gritted his teeth and said patiently: "Who are you?! What do you really want?"

The smile on Lancer's face disappeared without a trace in an instant.

He raised his submachine gun and pointed it at the ceiling and fired. The fierce gunfire frightened everyone, and they all raised their hands to cover their ears.

The connecting part of the chandelier on the top was shot off, and the entire barbed retro-style chandelier fell heavily from a high altitude and hit the dining table, completely making the dinner a mess.

After Lancer stopped, a few timid people got out from under the dining table and looked at Lancer fearfully.

The man laughed mischievously.

"It seems that you are used to living a comfortable life and have forgotten how Mr. Yu died."

He was holding a submachine gun, and the dark gun body made the fingers of his hands exceptionally long and graceful. Even the pink fingernails showed a delicacy that matched his appearance.

If you ignore his almost crazy eyes.

I don’t know who shouted, the voice was a bit hysterical and had a bit of a broken sound——

"Lancer? Are you Lancer?!"

The guy who was kicked around by Mr. Yu like a ball? !

Everyone present showed expressions of shock and astonishment.

The man in question rested his chin on the gun and smiled wryly.

"It's down."

He also put the index and middle fingers of his right hand together and placed them on his forehead in a flying salute.

Before anyone could react, Lancer leaned back and put his legs on the edge of the table, like an unscrupulous and scoundrel second generation ancestor.

But his face was pretty and handsome, with a touch of elegance that made it hard for people to dislike him.

"Well, I am very nostalgic. I feel very uncomfortable when I am in such trouble with my uncles and aunts."

Lancer sighed with pretense of regret, and the remote control in his hand was turned so fast that everyone else's hearts were in their throats.

"But don't blame me for being ruthless. Who asked you to embarrass my people over and over again? This is a small punishment, not too much."

Lancer's eyes swept over their faces, and he rolled his eyes coldly and asked: "Before your beloved babies are destroyed by me, I suggest you tell the truth -"

"Where's Gin?"