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

Hearing this, Lancer rubbed his eyes suspiciously and looked at the person in front of him again.

He didn't mean to attack personally, but the second-in-command's appearance was indeed a bit worse than Gin's.

Lancer didn't know if there was any conspiracy behind his bright smile, so he took two steps back warily.

"So you are Rum."

The posture should be steady and the momentum should not be inferior, but you should still show some changes in expression to give the other party a small sense of psychological satisfaction.

Although he had no idea why Rum appeared at this critical moment.

Rum turned around and sat back on a chair behind him, making an inviting gesture to Lancer.

Lancer looked behind him now, only to find an empty chair appearing behind him.

Rhythm was taken away by the other party, and Lancer was a little unhappy.

He curled his lips and refused Rum's kindness: "No need, I'm rushing to save people. If you have anything to say, I'll talk about it after I get back."

With that said, Lancer turned to look at the gentleman hidden in the darkness, and said in a polite tone: "I wonder why you came to me?"

The gentleman did not answer him, but Rum in front of him spoke first.

It was as if they had discussed this early in the morning.

This made Lancer wonder whether the figure in the darkness was the boss himself.

"Master Lancer, I wonder how much you know about the young man of your age that Gin brought back to the organization?"

Lancer was a little surprised, why did he suddenly mention that guy?

However, in accordance with the prearranged words, Lancer half-squinted his eyes and said calmly: "I only know that Gin brought it back from a trade fair. As for his origin, the trade fair has never allowed investigation."

Rum said: "This time Gin was just going to perform a small task that was easy for him. In addition to Chianti and Colen, who often partnered with him, he also brought this boy with him."

When he thought that Gin was likely to be stuck by that replica all the time while he was doing the mission, Lancer's mood was not so wonderful.

Lancer raised his eyebrows and finally sat down on the empty chair. He raised his eyebrows and asked the other party: "Then what? What do you want to say?"

Perhaps the voltage was unstable, and the few dim light bulbs in the room flickered a few times.

It feels like you are listening to a ghost story.

Rum continued: "In the southern sea, there is a little-known island. It is a secret research base privately used by neighboring countries. Gin's purpose this time is to contact the undercover personnel who organized the infiltration into the base. , and obtained highly confidential research information."

Hearing this, Lancer's eyelids twitched, and he felt angry for no reason.

He suppressed his anger and said coldly: "If it fails, do you know what the consequences will be?"

Lancer wouldn't worry about this broken organization, he was only worried about Gin's safety.

If caught, he could face an international trial. by that time. The situation will become more complicated.

Tired, destroy it.

Lancer leaned back on the seat, crossed his legs and looked indifferent, staring at Rum, as if waiting for the next step.

After a brief silence, Rum spoke again.

"Everything went smoothly. You know, Gin has always been very experienced in this area..."

"Stop talking nonsense."

"But at the critical moment when they agreed to meet, the boy Gin brought disrupted their plan and suddenly triggered the base's security alarm. As snipers, Chianti and Colen retreated first under the cover of Gin , when Vodka reached the two of them, Gin could not escape and had been captured by the other party."

Lancer's eyelids twitched.

Two tracing masters, an unreliable younger brother, and a replica whose identity is questionable and may betray him at any time, what exactly does Gin think?

Do you think your life is long?

The lights in the room flickered twice more, and Lancer's tense nerves were touched. He said angrily: "Can you replace this broken light bulb?"

"I'm afraid this won't work." Rum put his hand on his leg, still laughing loudly, thinking he was very humorous and said: "This is a lamp specially bought to match the atmosphere of a haunted house. Mr. likes it very much."

"..."

Lancer glanced at the dark figure again, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Somewhat mentally disturbed.

Returning to the whole, Lancer said: "Since Gin has been captured, he should still be in the secret base on that island? I can lead people to rescue him."

At this time, Rum raised his hand, glanced at his arm, and said to Lancer: "If you want to sneak into the island to rescue people, I'm afraid it will be a little difficult."

"Why?" Lancer raised his eyebrows, "Is the defense there very tight?"

"No, because they plan to transfer him." Rum laughed twice as if he didn't care about the danger this time: "After all, there are still many secrets in him that are worth exploring, are you right? Master Lancer."

The man bit out the last name he called him so hard that it sounded like a taunt, more like a threat.

After what he said, Lancer finally understood the purpose of why they called him here.

He turned his head to look at the figure in the darkness, and said anxiously, "You don't want to rescue Gin, you just want him to shut his mouth forever, right?"

The dim chandelier began to sway slightly for some unknown reason.

But the figure still remained silent.

Just like the huge crow of the organization, it never cries, but quietly swallows up the lives of many people.

……

After that, Lancer returned to the place where he stayed and stayed behind closed doors all day and night.

Bomore waited until his phone number was about to explode, then finally answered the call with a tired look on his face, packed up briefly, and set off to the seaport.

Several of them met on a yacht on the sea. The person responsible for docking the boat was still the simple and kind-looking fisherman from before.

After watching him drive away the fishing boat, Lancer entered the yacht.

He saw the old acquaintances sitting on the yacht at a glance. He couldn't help but twitched his lips, put his hands in his pockets and found a seat to sit down.

"Hey my old man, you're here!"

The only person who can warm up the situation is Bomore.

He stretched out his hands and opened his arms. He was about to give Lancer a big hug, but he was frightened by Camu's cold look and shrank back.

Lancer didn't bother to talk to him and went around to sit next to Camu.

"I came over as soon as I got the call. How about it? Is the person still alive?"

He acted lightly, as if it didn't matter, making everyone confused and afraid to speak.

After glancing at it, Lancer asked in surprise: "Huh? Why isn't Belmode here?"