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

"Okay, don't waste your time."

McCarron pointed the gun in his hand at Kamu at his feet, while the subordinates in black around him stared at Lancer eagerly.

Faced with the threat of such a large battle, Lancer, dragging his body still recovering from his injuries, seemed to be at a disadvantage.

"Aren't you going to beg me for mercy? If you behave well enough, then I might leave you a whole body of that gentleman for the sake of saving your life."

The man's foot kicked Camu hard, as if he wanted to deliberately stimulate Lancer.

"He doesn't live long anyway! Hahaha!"

Lancer looked at him with cold eyes, as if he were looking at a piece of garbage, "Madman."

"What did you say?"

"Don't you want to hear me begging you for mercy? Come closer and you can hear my begging for mercy more clearly, right? The wind here is too noisy."

The hospital has a very high floor, so the wind speed above is much faster than downstairs.

A lot of cold wind filled Lancer's hospital gown. The loose and empty clothes made his body weak, as if he would be blown away by the wind at any time.

McCarron was deceived by his appearance. After stepping over Camu's body, he immediately stood in front of Lancer.

"You brat! I advise you not to play any tricks, otherwise..."

"I sincerely want to apologize to you!" Lancer covered his abdomen and slowly bent down.

McCarron snorted: "Is that the only way? If you want that kid's life, you have to at least kneel down, right?"

"Don't worry, it's coming~"

Before he finished speaking, he directly raised his foot and kicked McCarron's knee. When the opponent was forced to bend his legs, he raised his knee and hit his chin hard.

McCarron instinctively tilted his head back to dodge, not wanting to fall into the trap of Lancer's fake move. The opponent clamped his neck with his legs and threw him hard, knocking him down to the ground.

After rolling several times, McCarron's face was pinned to the ground, and a cold hard object was pressed against his neck.

Lancer's knee pressed hard against the man's back, and he was really kneeling on one knee.

"Don't move."

Lancer's lips curled up and his eyes smiled, but he said cold words: "Bullets don't have eyes. If they hurt you, your men will be heartbroken."

The subdued McCarron snorted unconvincedly, "You still want to threaten me based on your current appearance?"

He squeezed Lancer's hand that was pressing on the back of his neck, struggled desperately to turn over, and threw Lancer out.

But when he tried to stand up with his other hand, he found that he couldn't use that hand.

McCarron lowered his eyes and was shocked.

Dislocated? !

But when...

Lancer, who held the pistol tightly and rolled away a few feet, stood up in a hurry, took off the silencer that had been pinned there from his waist, and installed it neatly on the gun body.

Then, the dark muzzle was pointed at McCarran.

McCarron was shocked, where was his gun?

McCarron's pistol was on the ground where the fight had taken place, and the gun's body was still shining in the sun.

Before picking up the gun, McCarron yelled at his men: "Kill Camu!"

"It doesn't matter. To me, he is just a subordinate that I can use easily. It doesn't matter if he dies." Lancer held the gun in both hands and fired without any nonsense, accurately hitting McCarron's arm.

The next shot was the calves, thighs, upper arms, shoulders and waist and abdomen.

Blood flowers bloomed in the wind, shining bright red in the bright sunshine.

"Because the purpose of my coming here was originally you - McCarron."

Putting aside the deliberately weak look on his face, the silver-haired young man raised the corner of his mouth, raised his gun and shot at him casually, looking confident and leisurely, as if he was not killing someone, but performing some beautiful artistic creation.

This crazy look reminded McCarron of someone.

Gin.

Two identical lunatics!

I saw Lancer leisurely changing a magazine, and said calmly: "Although it is a few days late, we have finally settled this account - you caused me serious injuries and I had to waste time in the hospital. What a great week.”

Then, he turned his gun and pointed it at McCarran's stunned men, and said lightly: "If you don't want to be beaten into a sieve, just listen to me and move my people to the stairs. in a wheelchair.”

The men raised their guns at him.

Lancer smiled softly: "Of course, the person above won't blame me if I kill you. But if you dare to touch me, the result will be different."

"Think carefully!"

McCarron, who was shot in kind, soon passed out from excessive blood loss.

His past experience as a killer did not allow him to escape this disaster. Instead, he experienced the desperate feeling of being hunted like a fish in a net.

Lancer still raised his gun, whistled to his men, and said, "Do you know what to do now?"

Those people looked at each other.

soon--

[System: Congratulations to the host for completing the mission of rescuing Camu! The task rewards have been successfully distributed to the system space. You can use them as you wish! 】

The emergency room of the hospital finally returned to calm after a whole day of chaos.

Looking at the gradually stable electrocardiogram, Lancer sat back in his wheelchair and touched the gauze wrapped around his body. His face looked a little pale because he was enduring the pain.

"Lance... Young Master..."

The man on the bed opened his eyes. His slightly dull face was much less shiny than when Lancer saw him before, and now it was completely gray.

Lancer glanced at him and said to him in words that were neither comforting nor encouraging: "Don't show that expression. At least you have to live to see the death of your enemy, right?"

The young man opened his mouth, a look of pain flashed across his face, and soon became calm again.

"Speaking of which, if I hadn't insisted on killing the pastor, they wouldn't have involved you for this matter. You can just regard me as one of your murderers, and it doesn't matter if you come back to me for revenge after you recover. "

"No..." Kamu refused, "I can still distinguish the importance of this."

His fingers were trembling slightly, his eyes were a little hollow, and his whole body was much more haggard than before. Lancer was too lazy to torture him any more.

"There's something I need to ask and then I'll leave."

"You say."

"There was a subordinate who surrendered to me before. It seemed that his tail was exposed because he was targeted by Gin - I heard you mentioned that he seemed to be from Nagano Prefecture?"

Kamu, who was on the hospital bed, tried to think back for a moment, and finally responded with certainty: "Yes, I heard that he has always been a wanted criminal wanted by the Nagano Prefecture Police. He was good at saving Mr. Yu's life, so he was taken under Mr. Yu's command. Very trusted.”

"So, generally speaking, if such a person is chased by Gin, he shouldn't run to Nagano Prefecture, right?"

Kamu sat up with his injured body, shook his head and said: "I don't know this, I haven't worked with him for a long time. But what is certain is that there are people from Macallan lurking in Nagano Prefecture."

Lancer looked towards him, his smart eyes full of surprise.

He seemed to be encouraged and continued: "When I was beaten until I was half-conscious, I heard McCarron telling his men to let the people from Nagano Prefecture take action... As for what kind of action it was, I don't know. Clear."

[System: The host triggers a new mission—rescuing Gin who is trapped in Tsumame Mountain in Nagano Prefecture. The mission rewards 500 points and unlocks x1 anesthesia watch of the same type as the protagonist. 】

[In addition, an additional reward will be added... I wish you a successful rescue mission! 】