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

Akai Shuichi's marksmanship is indeed very accurate.

If Lancer hadn't conveniently grabbed one of the men holding Kilwine, the bullet might have just passed through his heart instead of just grazing his shoulder, which was a minor injury.

At this time, the overturned car of Kiljiu and the others had leaked a lot of oil, and there was a risk of catching fire at any time.

Lancer raised his hand, and his men held several CIA personnel in front of him to prevent the snipers from continuing to shoot at them.

"Master, please leave here and avoid risks."

The person saved by Lancer was very loyal. He quickly noticed the direction of the shooting and blocked Lancer with his body.

Unexpectedly, Lancer cracked his head and asked him to avoid it.

"Don't worry, he can't kill me."

Lancer pointed the gun in his hand at Hondo Yingyu, and then raised the corners of his mouth in a certain direction, his face full of provocation.

His face was clearly visible through the scope. Akai Shuichi, who was on the distant viaduct, was puzzled by his confidence and disdainful of his arrogance.

"Who gave you the courage?"

He was actually within his shooting range, in front of his muzzle, so arrogant!

However, this is an excellent opportunity, and Shuichi Akai will definitely not miss it.

He aimed at the young man who was showing off to him and decisively pulled the trigger.

The bullets of the sniper rifle broke through the wind again, heading straight towards his target with a violent momentum.

Time gradually slowed down, and the speed of the bullet seemed to be pressed in the space bar, suspended in the air.

When time returned to normal flow again, the bullet fired from Shuichi Akai's gun was suddenly hit by a bullet fired from another direction. After an extremely precise friction, the two were offset.

"Shuichi, what happened?"

Judy's uneasy questions came from the earphones. Shuichi Akai very keenly raised the rifle and used the scope to find the second sniper.

Soon, a blond and dark-skinned man appeared in his field of vision.

Under the red mark of the scope, the man raised his gun and saluted him with his fingers, but the smile on his face was as flamboyant and provocative as Lancer's.

At this moment, Akai Shuichi finally understood who gave Lancer such arrogant capital and courage.

Before he could react, Toru Amuro, no, pure black Bourbon had already set up his gun again and fired towards his location.

Akai Shuichi quickly put away his gun and ran away, but his route seemed to have been seen through by the opponent, and he chased and beat him all the way.

Several bullets passed by in front of his eyes, which was so thrilling that even experienced people like Shuichi Akai couldn't help but break out in cold sweat.

Lancer sighed regretfully and looked down at Kilwine.

"Your last hope is gone. Do you have anything else to say now?"

Kiljiu looked in other directions in shock, seemingly not giving up on escaping.

Lancer didn't waste any time talking to him, and fired a shot at Bentang Yingyou, aiming at the young man's heart with great accuracy.

The blood splashed on the pure white snow, and the color looked weak and pitiful, just like the boy himself.

After the person carrying him let go of his hand, he withered and drooped to the ground like withered flowers and grass.

Kiljiu let out a heart-rending cry and struggled desperately to crawl towards his beloved brother.

The smile on Lancer's face faded, and his expression was as cold as the winter when snow began to fall.

Before she could touch the body of Hondo Yingyu, Lancer put the gun in his hand against her forehead.

"Don't be sad, Miss Yinghai."

The pistol was cocked and the trigger was pulled again.

The whole world has become much quieter.

"Your family will meet again in another world..."

The car was burned into flames, and pedestrians passing by could only vaguely see a few motionless figures in the light and shadow.

As a piercing scream echoed, the new year also arrived with cheerful bells.

In a ski resort in Hokkaido——

The young man slipped along the ski slope, awkwardly swaying his body back to the starting point, then threw away the ski poles in his hand, and then sat down on the snow.

"I'm so tired! I don't want to slide anymore!"

Lancer had never skied before. After arriving at the venue and renting a lot of ski equipment and protective gear, he quickly shouted for mercy and gave up.

Gin, disguised as a new face, stood in front of him, staring at the thing tied on his butt. After exhaling a puff of cigarette, he asked lightly: "What is that?"

Seeing his interest, Lancer immediately got up and turned around to show him.

The turtle-shaped pad can protect beginners’ butt well when they fall.

It's very thickly padded, so it's no wonder Lancer sat on the ground regardless of his image.

Gin was chewing on his cigarette, not knowing what to say.

"Skiing is not interesting. I saw that many people are interested in skiing, and I thought it would be fun."

The man complained to him: "Don't blame others for what you do best."

Lancer put his hands on his hips and said unconvincedly: "If you have the ability, go skate for a while. If you are not handsome, I will laugh at you!"

Gin turned his head and refused: "It's very childish."

"Let's go~" Lancer pushed his back and said with a smile: "There are all strangers here anyway, no one will pay attention to you! When I proposed skiing, didn't you agree happily?"

This is the starting point of the ski resort, a steep slope with a slight slope.

Lancer pushed Gin frequently, and with a little force, he pushed Gin down from the board.

I thought I could stand on the sidelines and watch Gin's embarrassment, but before he went down, this guy quickly grabbed Lancer's collar and hung him on him like a chicken.

Lancer suddenly felt like he was going to be thrown out.

"I--your uncle! I don't want to play pairs figure skating with you--!"

Lancer's screams echoed from the ski slopes.

The wind roared past his face. Lancer was afraid of being thrown out, so he crossed his legs on the double board tightly around Gin's body, and tightened his hands around Gin's neck.

[System: This posture... tsk tsk! Isn’t it too showy? 】

Passer-by skiing: "Huh? What happened just now? A stack of Arhats?"

I have to mention Gin’s core strength and balance here. He can swing around on the ski slopes with a person on his back, and even has ollie moves, which almost scared the soul out of Lancer. out of body.

Gradually, he adapted to the speed and began to raise his hands and cheer in the cold wind.

Gin felt like he was kissing her face, and she pursed her lips imperceptibly.

When he returned to the starting point, Gin stopped for a moment, then pulled the young man who had strangled him from his body and threw him into the snowdrift beside him.

Lancer pulled it out like a dog hook and shook his head.

"Exciting! Can you do it again?"