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

Lancer was finally dug out from under the quilt by Gin.

Before he could speak, Ginjiu said in a deep voice: "Listen to me first."

Lancer frowned, and although he still showed dissatisfaction with this matter, he still said nothing.

Gin said: "I didn't bring him back to replace you, so don't think too much about it. Calm down and don't be so impulsive."

As soon as the man spoke, Lancer became furious again.

He took a few heavy breaths and said disgustedly: "Do you mean that I am like an irrational lunatic who deliberately seeks trouble for you?"

Gin opened his lips slightly, as if he had something to say.

But he shut his mouth again under Lancer's crackling attack.

"Okay! Since you think your behavior is impeccable, how about you watch me find another man and throw myself into my arms? You think this kind of thing is normal anyway, don't you?"

Gin's eyes turned sharp, "You have always dared to say what you said and do what you did."

Lancer raised his head proudly: "Of course."

"So, instead of letting you go out and do something that will make me angry, why not let me kill you here now."

"..."

The man who said such words in such a calm tone was really terrifying.

Lancer gritted his teeth, "You bastard..."

As his anger grew stronger, Gin suddenly took out his cell phone from his pocket and found a video to show him.

"Don't be too quick to get angry. Let's take a look at this."

Lancer was too angry to express his anger. He frowned and glanced from the man's face, to the phone screen, and then to the man's face.

Zhiqi's expression was full of reluctance, and his hands were tightly holding his arms.

As a result, the other party's long arm reached into the quilt, easily dragged him in front of him, and half-forced the phone into his hand.

"Look." Gin said.

Lancer's breath was stuck in his chest.

Because Gin was so persistent, he clicked the pause button on the screen.

The scene in the picture is the trading hall of the private annex.

The guests sat in their seats and waited for the goods to be moved out and traded to the booth.

The first few items were world-famous jewelry and relics of celebrities. Except for Gin, who was not interested, everyone else was bidding fiercely.

When the fifth cargo appeared, the young man imprisoned in the cage appeared.

Human trading is not uncommon in the black market. Although Lancer hates it, he doesn't want to interfere in other people's business.

When he first appeared on the screen, this guy seemed to have something like a shackle on his mouth, and there seemed to be a red bright spot flashing across it.

"Watch his neck," Lancer was reminded.

Gin's voice rang in his ears, so close that even the thin hot breath from his mouth could be clearly sensed.

Lancer couldn't help but scratch his ears that were starting to turn red, and said impatiently: "I know, I know!"

Through the surveillance screen, you can see that the boy is wearing a mechanical collar around his neck. When he raises his head, he can see it clearly now.

The hands tied around his neck, mouth, and behind his back were not tied with handcuffs or ropes. They were all electronic shackles worn by prison personnel.

As long as there is a slight tendency or movement to escape, electric current will be released from inside.

Perhaps he was well aware of how dangerous this man was, so the introducer only briefly talked about some of his useful abilities.

All the guests present felt that such a slender body was not as powerful as the introducer said, so they all asked him to open the cage and let this guy out for a look, otherwise they would not pay a high price.

In order to earn a good price, the introducer had to agree to their request. In order to be safe, he also hired several burly bodyguards to guard the line.

Unexpectedly, the shackles on his body were opened, and the bodyguards surrounding him were knocked down almost in the blink of an eye.

The scene was chaotic, and the guests were screaming and running away.

Gin stood up calmly in a panic. He was originally not interested in such a dangerous and uncontrollable guy, but the other party targeted him as a dangerous target and started a fight with him.

The wild Gin was a little more powerful than the young man, and all the blood on his body belonged to that person.

But Lancer's focus was not on Gin, his eyes were fixed on the boy on the screen.

He pulled the progress bar back a little with his hand and took another look at the opponent's attack plan.

After a few seconds, he opened his eyes wide in shock and turned to look at Gin.

"he……"

"The way of fighting is very similar to yours."

Lancer was silent for a moment, and his IQ took over the high ground: "Is this the reason why you brought him back to make me angry?"

"..."

A little speechless at what he said, Gin clicked his tongue and lit a cigarette for himself.

Lancer pulled the progress bar and watched the scene of the two fighting back and forth several times. The more he watched, the more he felt something was wrong.

How could there be anyone so similar to me in this world?

If he hadn't been specially trained to imitate him, it would have been absolutely impossible for him to perform like this.

[System: There is another possibility. I wonder if the host has thought about it. 】

Ok?

[System: Genetic Replication, what Wendel is best at. 】

A certain ugly face flashed through Lancer's mind for a moment, and the hand holding the edge of the phone tightened instantly.

The raised joints turned white, and even the muscle texture on the fingertips became tense.

Gin noticed his nervousness. After blowing out a puff of smoke, he asked, "What's wrong? Did you think of something?"

"It's okay." Lancer said coldly.

He didn't look like he was okay at all.

Scenes of beating up a dozen of Wendell's clones appeared in front of his eyes, and Lancer felt a severe headache.

The ability of the clones has always been lower than that of the clones, so those cloned Wendells have never posed a threat to Lancer.

But is this man really the masterpiece he recreated?

The replica looks exactly the same as the original person. This person only looks like him at best, but there are still many differences from him.

[System: Have you forgotten the host? After you came to this world, you did not use your own body. Wendell may have noticed traces of your existence and learned your general appearance through various descriptions. Because there is no way to obtain your genes, I made a replica of you to fry fish. 】

Lancer pinched his chin and murmured to himself: "Sure enough, I am the fish that was blown out..."

He said this suddenly, and Ginjiu hummed and raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"The one who bites the bait is called a fish. You are just a soldier at best."

"..." Lancer glanced at him sideways.

"So have you come to any conclusion?" Gin held the cigarette and flicked the ashes away. When he lowered his eyes and looked at Lancer again, his eyes were gloomy.

"I think it's time for you to tell me what you've been hiding for a long time?"