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

If it were an ordinary person, witnessing the scene of a murder would definitely be frightened, panicked and unbalanced.

But the two of them not only watched it with great interest, but also commented on the murderer's method of dismembering the body.

They look like two perverts.

"Aren't we leaving?" Lancer was tired of looking at him. He didn't want to stay in such a gloomy place and feel the cold wind all night.

But Gin said frankly: "I can't act now."

"Is it because you are injured?" Lancer reminded him: "Let me see your wound. I brought a hemostatic bandage and disinfectant..."

"Wait a minute." The man stopped him in a deep voice, indicating that he should not speak for the time being.

The murderer's footsteps were getting closer and closer, seeming to be walking towards them.

Gin dragged Lancer back and hid their figures behind a big tree, not intending to attract his attention.

Because once that person realizes that they witnessed the murder, he will definitely silence them.

If there was a conflict, it would be easy to attract the three forces that were searching for them.

At least now is not a good time for a head-on confrontation.

Lancer also understood this and held his breath together with the man behind him.

The murderer divided the victim's head and body into two parts, wrapped the head in a sealed bag and put it in the car. The body was also wrapped in something and put in the trunk.

There were two operations in total.

Unfortunately, when he turned back for the second time, the murderer came face to face with Vodka who had returned from the guerrillas, and both of them were stunned for a moment.

Lancer heard the man sigh impatiently.

Immediately afterwards, he heard the sound of Gin rubbing something from his pocket.

For a moment, two gunshots in the darkness startled countless birds hiding in the woods, and also attracted those who were chasing after them smelling the smell of blood.

But what was unexpected was that Gin's marksmanship was rarely inaccurate.

He only wounded the murderer and allowed him to escape!

When Vodka drew his gun, he was brought down by a grappling technique. This scene can be recorded and played a hundred times on the organization's black history bulletin board - how did he survive until now?

The man climbed onto the car dragging his injured blood and stumbled down the mountain.

Lancer pressed Gin's hand and said, "There are so many people guarding this mountain, he shouldn't be able to escape, right?"

But Gin didn't think so.

"Judging from the grappling technique just now, he should be a policeman. The FBI and that guy are operating privately and will not care about him. As long as he tells the policeman on the mountain that he was injured by a fugitive prisoner, he will You can be safe and sound.”

As for the corpse, it can be abandoned on the way to escape as a last resort.

Lancer glanced at his right hand holding the gun, joking on the surface, but very worried in his heart.

"The dominant left hand is pressing the wound tightly, but the right hand is also misdirected... It seems that your injury is quite serious."

"Brother, what's going on?" Vodka, a big man who had been thrown down, trotted towards them, but received a cold look from Lancer and Gin at the same time.

He felt a chill all over his body and did not dare to say any more.

After finding some water in the mountain cabin, a few bloody towels were thrown aside. The bandages were wrapped around Gin's waist with well-defined abdominal muscles, and finally he was beaten on the side. A bow that doesn't suit his temperament.

At this time, Gin had lost a lot of strength due to excessive bleeding. He was sitting under a tree, showing signs of weakness.

He took out the lighter but did not light the cigarette. He just played with it carefully with his hand that was not stained with blood. His indifferent expression still did not reveal what he was thinking at the moment.

"Although the bleeding has been temporarily stopped, we need to send you to the hospital as soon as possible."

Coren, who was exploring the road, told them the truth.

"McAllen's men and the FBI have locked hands on the mountainside. The police are also rushing there. They should have no time to take care of us now."

Vodka asked: "So, now is the best time to go down the mountain?"

"No, I know those guys very well." Gin finally spoke, his tone much weaker, but still with the man's unique confidence. "They came for me, so today the outcome will probably be like this: fight to the death!"

Lancer put the disinfectant back into his backpack and looked at Gin with the same determination.

The night wind blew up the man's silver hair hanging in front of him and spread it on Lancer's face.

I saw the young man gently wrapping the silver hair around his fingertips with his index finger, twisting it lightly with his fingertips, and then flicked it away as if it was touched by something hot.

[System: You look like that idiot...]

"Obviously, neither McCarran nor the FBI will let us get off the mountain alive today. Of course, we who came to Nagano to get rid of the undercover also have the same idea. So I have three methods for you to choose from. ——”

The young man held out three fingers and counted them one by one.

"First, take the risk and turn back. Among the three parties, neither McCarran nor the FBI want to offend, only the local police. I heard that the police officers of the Nagano Prefectural Police Investigation Section are very difficult to deal with, so those two parties can If you avoid it, avoid it, and we have to disguise ourselves as the police. The probability of encountering obstacles when going down the mountain will be reduced, but the risk is not without it..."

"Secondly, there is a cliff behind Wife and Girl Mountain. Although it is a bit rugged, I brought tools to assist the landing. If I run from there, I will be able to get over it as long as I get hurt and grit my teeth."

Of course, that's assuming Gin wasn't injured.

The third finger was curled up, and Lancer's smile gradually widened.

"The third way..."

The man's hand playing with the lighter paused slightly, as if he had expected it. The corners of his lips were raised with an almost destructive madness as before.

Not long after, something that looked like a firework made a sharp noise, rose into the sky with a creak, and then exploded into a meteor shape, streaking across the night sky for a long time.

Just as the search operation was about to come to an end, everyone dormant in the night couldn't help but have doubts.

How could someone set off fireworks in this deep mountain and old forest?

When they watched the falling fireworks about to fall towards them, these people's pupils dilated and they screamed in fright.

"This is not fireworks! This is a Molotov cocktail! Repeat! This is a Molotov cocktail!"

Almost all the ammunition fell to the ground at the same time, and sparks exploded all over the mountain with a bang. The sparks were fueled by the strong wind, and soon connected together, forming a huge force that could swallow mountains and seas, rolling huge tongues of flames and rushing towards the trees at the foot of the mountain.

Every tree swallowed by them becomes an accomplice of evil with their claws stretched out.

Seeing the light of fire emerging from the mountain, the woman in the car dialed a certain number.

Not long after, the responding helicopter landed precisely where Lancer and the others were.

Although the fire started halfway up the mountain, it won't take long for the top of the mountain to be engulfed by the fire.

Those who worked hard to plan this trap may only end up with a few ripe roasted sweet potatoes.

Lancer took the lighter from the gin to his sweaty hands, sighed and said with a smile: "It seems that we are all the type of people who like to support others... and we will die together!"

Gin showed a rare tired look.

He looked at Lancer for a long time, then raised his blood-stained fingers, pinched the young man's chin, and rubbed his lower lip vigorously with his thumb.

His lips, which were bloodless and no better than gin, were dyed a coquettish red. He seemed to be an elf born from blood and fire.

Lancer looked at the man's raised eyebrows and acquiesced to his transgressive behavior that symbolized the unity of the formation.