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

After Lancer got off the car, he glanced at the old apartment in front of him, with a puzzled expression on his face that had not completely subsided.

He glanced at Gin: "Aren't you very trusted by that gentleman? He doesn't pay you a salary?"

Gin drank for a while, "What does this have to do with you?"

"Of course it does matter. Aren't we going to live together in the future?" Lancer said in a clear and hoarse voice with disgust, "This place is too shabby!"

"You talk too much." Gin bit his cigarette and said coldly: "If you don't want to, just go sleep in the garbage dump."

In the distance, a garbage recycling truck was working in a mountainous garbage dump.

Lancer sighed reluctantly: "Okay."

[System: This person seems very difficult to get along with...]

"Well, it's almost like a god of death... No, maybe more like Shura."

Lancer just whispered something to the system, and Gin heard it.

His eyes immediately changed.

He reached out and grabbed Lancer's collar and pulled him in front of him.

Gin was half a head taller than Lancer, but the pressure from his imposing manner was far greater than that.

"Who were you talking to just now?"

His eyes were as sharp as a knife.

Although Lancer was threatened, he did not look angry or intend to resist.

His face looked a little thin, but his eyes were shining, and there was a faint smile in his eyes when the corners of his mouth were raised.

"I have the habit of talking to myself, right? Or do you want to find something like a bug or a walkie-talkie on me before you can rest assured?"

The two looked at each other for a long time, and just when Lancer felt that Gin wanted to kill him with his eyes, an unexpected person appeared.

"Brother, what you want me to bring-eh? Who is this guy?"

He wears a black hat, a black coat, a square Japanese melon face and a pair of sunglasses.

The big man Vodka was holding an oversized black handbag. When he saw Gin and Lancer who were forced to be very close to him, he was stunned.

The same silver hair, even the profiles look similar.

Could it be...

"You're here." Gin glanced at him, finally let go of his hand, and pushed Lancer in the direction of vodka in disgust.

This man has strong arms and is so graceful that he seems to be throwing cigarettes as lightly as he usually does.

He snorted coldly: "Just in time, he left it to you."

Vodka looked at Lancer blankly for a few times, then at Gin, and spoke hesitantly.

"Brother, he...couldn't he be your biological brother?"

Gin paused as he entered the apartment, turned sideways and took out his gun.

Vodka quickly changed his words: "No, I was just making random guesses..."

"Brother, calm down!" Lancer not only said something shocking, but also deliberately rushed over and pressed down Gin's arm, his tone full of flattery. "Brother, don't be angry. He just told the truth in a flash. I can pretend not to have heard anything!"

He sniffed teasingly and said, "It's okay with me."

Vodka's head was dripping with cold sweat.

It’s over, it’s over! After knowing the secret of eldest brother, he will be silenced, right?

Gin squinted his eyes and saw a little cunning and pride in Lancer's pitiful eyes.

Tough guy!

The room in the old apartment was unexpectedly neat and clean. Rather than saying it was clean, it was better to say that there was basically no furniture.

The style is just like Gin himself, not very popular.

After Lancer entered the apartment, his hazel eyes rolled, and finally he locked on the refrigerator squeezed in the corner. He quickly walked over and opened the refrigerator door, trying to find some food from inside.

Seeing that the guy was as impatient as a wild beast in search of food, Gin sneered coldly and ignored him.

"Brother..." Vodka hesitantly placed the handbag on the coffee table with only an ashtray on it, and asked, "Who is he?"

Gin raised his eyes, his pupils as cold as poisonous snakes.

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"Uh, forget it...this is the information you want, brother. If it is confirmed, we can start."

After a few quick glances, Gin finally gave the order.

"Call Chianti and Cohen over."

"Understood." When Vodka was about to call, he suddenly smelled a burnt smell.

He looked up and saw that there seemed to be a flickering fire in the kitchen.

Vodka gasped: "Brother! The kitchen was set on fire by that guy!"

Gin finally had a new expression: "Huh?"

After struggling for a long time——

Lancer, who had moved to a new location, spent a week scanning the current living environment and expressed that he was very satisfied.

[System: Warning, the target’s killing intent towards the host is as high as 50%. 】

A chill came from behind.

When Lancer turned his head, Gin kicked him unceremoniously.

But he soon felt that his feet were missing and he didn't hit anything.

Lancer dodged in advance, turned somersaults while jumping in mid-air, and finally landed in a very neat posture.

pretty! Full marks!

Lancer fiddled with the silver hair hanging in front of his eyes and stood up easily.

[System: Ah! Double A, strong, good to drink! 】

Lancer's mouth twitched: Why do you eat everything?

Gin on the other side did not provoke this guy who would explode at the slightest touch. He took off his black jacket and put the pistol on the table, which was quite intimidating.

Gin warned him: "People like us will not stay in a fixed place forever. Once exposed, there is no other escape except death."

Lancer understood: "So, that old apartment is not your hiding place, and it won't be here."

"Humph." It was the acquiescence.

"This is probably the so-called cunning rabbit's three burrows." Lancer shrugged his shoulders in understanding.

The hotel is located in the center of Aipido, and they didn't even go through formal formalities at the front desk when they checked in, which shows that this hotel secretly has close business ties with the organization.

Gin wiped the pistol with his eyes as if looking at his lover.

Lancer felt that the system could take a swipe at his and Gun-Ai's CP.

[System: I refuse! How can CP be eaten if it is not a living creature? 】

Ignoring the system's protests, Lancer asked Gin, "How long are we going to live here?"

"Don't be impatient. I will naturally come to you after I deal with those rebellious rats." After saying this, Gin put the pistol back on his waist and used his black coat as a cover.

Upon hearing this, Lancer pretended to be pitiful and regretted: "Boss, are you going to leave me alone?"

The man's hand pinched his chin and raised his face.

If the other party's eyes weren't so cold, it would be hard for Lancer not to think of the kind of tyrant novels he had read before.

"You want to be my little brother? You're not qualified yet."

"..."

Lancer twitched his lips, "Are you polite?"