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

It took them less than nine minutes in total from entering the warehouse to coming out.

When Lancer came out, Kamu keenly smelled the fishy smell on his body, frowned slightly under control, and then quickly let go.

Lancer, observing his expression, asked in a low voice: "Is the smell obvious?"

Kamu shook his head: "It's not important, I will send you to the cold storage right away."

At this moment, they were not idle outside. Among the people on the ship, there were those who were looking for clues, some who were following, and some who were covering for the wind.

The final conclusion is: the cold storage is indeed suspicious!

Lancer glanced at the Phantom Thief beside him, who put on his gloves and shrugged: "Sorry, I won't be involved in your next actions. Handsome guy, our deal is settled!"

The two of them turned their backs and walked in two completely different directions as they came.

Suddenly, Lancer turned around: "Have you seen me?"

The Kaitou paused in his steps and only turned half of his body.

After witnessing such a bloody scene, he had to be wary of this young man.

"Huh? No, I'm just used to calling men this way. After all, it's a nickname that everyone likes to hear."

Lancer raised the corners of his lips, too lazy to talk to him about it.

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter even if you have seen it. Anyway, I have already found out your details——"

"Phantom Thief Kidd."

His voice was cold, and the words that followed made 1412's back feel hairy.

"If you are sensible, you'd better not tell anything about me. Otherwise, with our ability, it will be a matter of time before we find out your identity. You'd better be mentally prepared."

The Phantom Thief finally turned around formally and bowed to him as a gentleman.

"Understood, Your Highness the Black Prince."

Lancer: "..."

Kamu: "..."

[System:...Did he say you have dark skin or a dark belly? 】

Or maybe he just saw his underworld background.

Lancer motioned to Camu, who took the key from his body and took him to the door of the cold storage.

You only need a key to enter the cold storage, because some ingredients in the kitchen are also stored here, and the chefs will come and go here before meals.

Now, after Lancer entered the cold storage, he attached an adsorbable electronic lock to the door to prevent others from entering.

He quickly scanned around the cold storage and saw no sign of anyone else.

Although the liquid nitrogen capture device of the cold storage is turned off, the regular refrigeration function is still there. After bypassing the large bags piled on the ground, Lancer opened the refrigerator doors one by one, and the cold air hit his face the moment he opened the door.

Lancer exhaled a white breath and finally put his hand on the handle of the last refrigerator door.

If this were not the case, there would be no place to hide people here.

When he pulled it open with force, the unexpected cold air hit his face. Lancer's face was filled with joy and he walked directly along the passage.

There was another space behind the refrigerator. When he encountered another door, Lancer stopped and took out the infrared detector from the system space.

The interface showed that there was only one person inside, and Lancer took it for granted that only Gin was locked inside.

However, to be on the safe side, he still threw in an anesthetic bomb that could induce coma, and the anesthetic agent inside would permeate the air in large quantities.

After waiting for the anesthetic bomb to take effect, Lancer put on a gas mask and rushed in.

There was no special lock on the door, which made Lancer feel a little confused. After he entered, when his face was illuminated by a beam of light, Lancer finally understood why.

As the old saying goes, please enter the urn and catch the turtle in the urn...

Wait, is he scolding himself?

[System: Yes, don’t use idioms randomly. 】

When he kicked the person holding the light source to the ground with his neat skills, he took off the mask on his face and saw the other person's face clearly in the dim light and mist.

A strange middle-aged foreign man seemed to have been waiting here for his arrival.

At that moment, Lancer felt as if his heart was falling rapidly into a bottomless ice cave.

He imagined many kinds of scenes where Gin would reunite with him. In order to save him, he screened out more than a dozen rescue plans in his mind, and Bomore and the others spent countless efforts on this operation.

After all, I didn't expect that he was not in this action plan!

He was not brought to this boat!

All efforts are like a joke, playing hard on them all!

Lancer's anger level was slowly building up, and he pointed his pistol at the head of the man he stepped on without hesitation.

"If you shoot, the person you want to save next may be in big trouble."

The man has the two-stroke beard that foreigners love, and even in this disadvantaged situation, he speaks more calmly than the average person.

If he wasn't completely sure, how could he dare to sit here?

Lancer sneered: "You want me to compromise?"

"No." The man put the crooked glasses back on his face, his posture disgustingly calm. "We just want to keep you here, and you have no choice."

"us?"

When Lancer was confused, a gust of wind came from behind. He kicked the person under his feet away with force, and while ducking sideways, he fired two shots at the foreign man.

Both shots hit the opponent perfectly. One shot hit the leg, and the other hit the arm. His attempt to take out the gun was interrupted, and he could only limp towards the door.

When Lancer was about to shoot again, the man who attacked him from behind took the opportunity to attack him with sharp punches and kicks. It looked like he had professional training.

After having several hand-to-hand fights with him, Lancer noticed that his movements were consistent with his own, and he also saw clearly his face wearing a gas mask.

It's that boy!

It is said that after he exposed Gin, he himself was captured and imprisoned. Now it seems that all this was just a trap planned early in the morning.

A trap for Lancer!

The corners of the young man's eyes were crooked, and he was still smiling at him as if he was demonstrating.

Lancer's eyes narrowed.

"you are dead."

He raised the hand holding the gun and attacked the opponent's abdomen. The opponent made a fake move, and the gas mask on his face was accidentally pulled off by Lancer.

Lancer took a breath, raised his hand to summon the drone, and aimed several red dots at his eyebrows, chest and other vital parts.

"A replica is a replica after all. Do you think you can replace me?"

The boy who got up from the ground laughed softly. When he raised his head again, his eyes were glowing red.

"Just because I can't, doesn't mean that all clones can't."

The red light seemed to be counting down, and Lancer was startled.

He is... an android? !