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

After getting what he wanted, Gin let him go.

Based on his character, he should drive everyone away and kill them all. But he knew very well that McCarron would not be able to leave this private club today no matter what.

He just didn't pay attention for a moment, and McAllen seized the opportunity and climbed out of the window.

But how far can a person run with a leg injury?

Ginjiu snorted coldly and didn't care.

A moment later, a gunshot rang out and narrowly missed McCarron.

Lancer, who was still looking forward to it, instantly lowered his eyelids and glanced at the guy who was still trying to take aim.

"I knew you were good, but I didn't know you were so good."

Bomore clicked his tongue. He wanted to scold him but didn't dare. He wanted to refute but couldn't find a reason. He could only comfort him: "It doesn't matter. It's okay if you're not good at it. I can kill him with a rifle."

There was a spare rifle standing next to the chimney. Just as Bomore was about to reach for it, Kamu insisted: "I said, I will do it myself."

Bomore had no choice but to squat aside holding the gun and watching helplessly.

Another shot, still missing the target.

Even the system cannot sit still.

[System: Give him an eight times scope! I offer it for free! If this allows McCarron to run away, it's like stepping on my face and insulting me! 】

Lancer looked at the man who was hiding everywhere but could never find a suitable bunker. He became more and more crazy. Finally, he walked into the best view of the sniper rifle and cursed at the snipers.

Lancer took out a telescope and saw McCarron lip-syncing to Kamubi.

Very dirty, an English word starting with F.

The next second, a bullet hit his heart. The pain caused the man's face to become distorted, making him look even more hideous.

Seeing this once invincible opponent fall in front of him, Lancer felt a familiar feeling of emptiness in his heart for the first time in a long time.

He suddenly missed Gin and wanted to find his own existence from his body and his eyes.

At the moment when Lancer was in a daze, Kamu slowly put down his sniper rifle and sat down as if he had lost all strength.

The Western-style roof provided an excellent barrier. When he fell down, Bomore helped him upright. The two sat quietly at the other end not far away. However, due to the obstruction of the sloping roof, Lancer did not reach out in time. teased them both.

Lancer slowly came back to his senses when Gin's voice came from the earphones.

"Ready to withdraw."

He stood up and planned to ask the two people to go together, but when he looked out, he saw the two people hugging each other.

Kamu, who had always been taciturn and rarely showed his emotions in front of others, was biting Bomore's shoulder hard at this moment, crying silently with red eyes.

In other words, he was venting.

Bomore, on the other hand, gently stroked the back of his head with his palm.

Lancer couldn't see his face, but he thought his expression should be gentler than stroking his gun.

Looking at the big sniper being thrown aside, Lancer thought sadly: You are going to fall out of favor.

[System: Go quickly, go quickly! This pair is so cruel, I don’t want to eat it! 】

Lancer laughed at it: After all, he is a man who has seen the world, but he can't even stand this little abuse!

There are so many hardships in this world. Compared with the unknown future, this little pain may be like a little sugar.

I originally thought that after meeting up with Gin, I could leave this hellish place immediately, but Lancer didn't expect that Gin planned to stay here and leave after attending the trade fair.

"Is there anything at the fair that's worth your while?" Lancer's eyelids twitched, and he stretched out his hand to rub it a little uneasily.

Thinking about the goods stored in the warehouse, Lancer rubbed his forehead with a headache, a little unsure of Gin's thoughts.

"You have to find a reason to explain to the boss, right?" Gin said in advance, "It would be weird to go back empty-handed."

Lancer rubbed his aching head and whispered: "I feel fine..."

Not sure if it was because he was acclimated or because he was under the influence of the anesthetic just now, Lancer felt a dull pain in his head.

Gin looked down at him and asked, "Are you feeling well?"

"No, I just have a headache."

Placing his broad palm on Lancer's forehead, Gin lowered his eyes and whispered, "You have a fever."

Fever again?

Lancer touched his forehead with his hand and couldn't feel anything wrong.

"Of course you won't feel anything when you touch it yourself, your hands are like a stove!"

Maruo rushed to join them, and of course he heard the conversation between Gin and Lancer through his earphones. He mocked him with a smile on his face: "I thought you were so capable, but you were just beaten here. She got sick after being tied up and exposed a few times."

Lancer's eyelids twitched, "Don't make me sound like a psycho."

Seeing that he was still interested in quarreling with others, Gin raised his lips and arranged: "I'll let Vodka take you out, and you stay in the car for a while."

The trading reception shouldn't last too long, so Gin made up his mind to bring something back so he could communicate with the people in the organization.

"But I want to be with you..."

The young man's brows frowned slightly, his face with clear features showed a reluctant expression, and even his eyes showed a bit of grievance.

[System: Good boy, you have mastered the attributes of your tea boyfriend! I have perfected this trick of pretending to be pitiful~]

The corners of Lancer's mouth twitched slightly, and he resisted trying to talk to the system.

People in the banquet hall were already heading to the trading venue one after another. Time was tight and they could not tolerate any further procrastination.

Pomaro saw Gin directly pick him up, as if holding some kind of handover ceremony, and handed him to Vodka.

The guests passing by burst out laughing, making Lancer's ears turn red.

By the time he reacted belatedly, Lancer had been taken back to the car with Vodka to stay.

There was also Gin's windbreaker on the back seat of the car. He was used to changing his disguise and putting back on his own clothes when he didn't see anyone.

Lancer felt that the temperature of his body was rising little by little. He couldn't help but lie down on his side, wrapped himself tightly in the man's windbreaker, and fell asleep in a daze.

After sitting down on the chair in the trading hall, Pomaro took his mobile phone and said to Gin who was a little distracted: "The news over there spread very quickly. The boss already knows about our departure."

I saw Gin's fingers brushing across my cheek unintentionally, and said casually: "Did I come to see you?"

"No, it's just the word of mouth coming from our informants."

"Then ignore it for now."

While Bomaruo was replying to the other party's message, the first goods to be traded were displayed on the stage in the middle of the trading hall.

As soon as the black cloth was lifted, the whole place was in an uproar.