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

Nick finally relaxed, but this was not the right place to continue talking.

Gin also took out a pistol from the inner pocket of his windbreaker, and when he was about to lead them to forcefully leave, the other party broke in, directly destroyed the rolling shutter door, and crashed in from the outside.

"Honey, this is for you."

Lancer held the two fighting Nick in one hand, and took out a grenade from the system space with the other hand and handed it to him.

Unexpectedly, Gin Jiu only glanced at it with his peripheral vision, and said with a twitching corner of his mouth: "I brought it myself."

"Huh?" Lancer's eyes widened, and he watched in amazement as the man took out a grenade of the same size from his pocket as if by magic.

Pull the ring and throw.

With a bang, the road ahead is as wide as it needs to be.

Ordinary people in the market have been frightened by the violent behavior of these people and have hid in their homes. The streets that were crowded with pedestrians before coming here have now become empty.

After returning to the car without any danger, Lancer looked at the unfinished task and did not relax, urging Gin to drive.

"If you have anything to say, wait until we are in a safe place to say it. Let's go first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a pinging sound from the car door. Gin stepped on the accelerator, and the car ejected directly from the street.

Lancer glanced at the killer through the rearview mirror and recognized the killer's identity through his graceful figure.

Lancer leaned on the back of the back seat and exhaled a long breath, and exclaimed: "It's really amazing! With people like Bart, you can't even underestimate the beauty!"

It took a while for Nick, who was in shock, to regain his breath, and asked him in surprise: "How did you know he was Bart's person?"

Lancer was impatient to explain to the old man. If he didn't want to get some important information from him, he could throw the person out of the car now.

At this time, Gin who was driving suddenly spoke: "Is it because of that woman's hand?"

Lancer's eyes lit up and he blew a rainbow fart at Gin.

"Did you notice too? You are indeed mine! Amazing!"

He also gave a thumbs up, fearing that Gin wouldn't see it, so he deliberately raised it to the man's face.

Hearing this, Gin sneered.

"It seems strange that a woman who likes to wear jewelry all over her body would not wear a ring."

"But I put on nail polish~"

"It's just a cover-up. The more you cover up, the more obvious it becomes." Gin held the cigarette in his mouth, lit it with one hand, smacked his lips and said vaguely: "Although she didn't mean to show off, I did learn from her hand. I saw the calluses worn out by practicing with guns."

"..."

[System: Very good, show him off again! 】

What is it like to be surrounded by people who are obsessed with details?

Lancer sighed with emotion and joy, and called Bomore.

It would be extremely easy for a local snake like Bart to know their whereabouts. So the next conversation must be a little more private.

When the car arrived at its destination, Lancer finally breathed a sigh of relief and pulled Nick, who was stained with blood, out of the car.

Bomore had been waiting nearby for a long time. Seeing that both he and Gin looked embarrassed, he couldn't help but joked: "It's just contacting people, how did you get yourself into such misery? Could there be someone on the road?" Are people hunting you?"

"You really guessed it right."

"Uh..." Bomore's eyes wandered around, and finally fell on Nick, "Is this the connector? I'll take him to stop the bleeding first."

This time they chose to stay in a large villa owned by a wealthy man who lent them the airport space.

Unexpectedly, no one else followed, only Kamu stayed here.

When he saw Lancer, he stood up from the sofa in the villa and nodded respectfully to Lancer: "Master."

Lancer said in surprise: "Are you and Bomore the only two people here?"

"Yes."

"He is so clingy to you. He takes you with him wherever he goes. Is he afraid that you will run away?"

"..."

Faced with Lancer's teasing, Camu's face seemed a bit confused.

When he put the phone in his pocket, Lancer also saw the quail egg-sized diamond ring on his hand, and sighed inwardly.

6ah! You can put it back on again, Bomore is very good at chasing husbands!

[System: They said they are pigeon eggs... The host remembers to receive the reward. 】

After receiving the life-saving potion, Lancer didn't rush to take it out in front of Camu and take a closer look. He just glanced at Gin, who had been sitting on the sofa and puffing away from the moment he entered.

The restless heart felt faintly at ease.

After about ten minutes of touching, Nick finally sat across from Gin. Lancer leaned against the window, keeping an eye on what was going on outside with Camus and Bomore.

Nick, who had lost a lot of blood, shook his white lips and spoke slowly: "If you have anything to ask, just say it."

Gin stopped beating around the bush, put the cigarette butt in his hand, and asked him: "You gave Bart a boy with his hands, feet and mouth tied at the trade fair. Do you remember?"

As if he was afraid that he would not be able to remember because of his poor memory, Gin reminded him specifically: "It's the one with an electronic lock on his neck."

I saw Nick squinting his wrinkled eyes and thinking for a moment, and then opened his mouth slightly, looking as if he was suddenly enlightened.

"Are you talking about the boy who attacks people like crazy when the lock is unlocked?"

"You knew he was dangerous?"

"That's what the seller said." Nick carefully recalled the man's face and said calmly: "The man said that this was just one of his experimental products and it failed very badly. He wanted to get rid of him but couldn't bear to do it, so he had to Ask me to sell him."

This is indeed in line with Wendell's character.

He requires that his works must be perfect, and he will make as many as a dozen replicas. But all of them are useless, and they are like old scavengers. They are reluctant to throw away anything, so they are chopped up by Lancer like vegetables.

Lancer turned to him and asked: "Have you seen that person? What does he look like?"

Nick shook his head, wondering: "The number of times he came into contact with me can be counted on one hand. Each time, he wore a black cloak and covered his face tightly, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed."

Lancer was a little discouraged by these words.

"But he should be just like you."

"Because of the language?"

"Yes." Nick recalled: "He said he had a laboratory. I think he was probably a doctor or a scientist."

"By the way, he seems to often go to a scientific association to participate in seminars. I can write you the address."

Lancer sighed and murmured in a low voice: "Are we going to have to find a needle in a haystack again?"

"No, this time I'm just sitting back and waiting."

At some point, Gin came over and put his hands on his back.

It was like holding him in my arms.