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

They didn't want to kill themselves, but they wanted to capture themselves alive.

After realizing this, Lancer took out his pistol and shot once in the arm before the men moved towards him.

Severe pain forced him to wake up.

The pain that constantly hit his brain made Lancer's breathing become rapid, and his chest rose and fell.

The warning sound of the system echoed in his ears, making his head almost explode!

The person in front of him wanted to take the opportunity to take him down. One hand was dislocated, but the other hand did not hinder his movement.

As Lancer stepped back, the man used his good hand to knock the gun out of his hand, and before Lancer could fight back, he punched him in the jaw.

The huge difference in body shape put Lancer, who had already been hit by the tranquilizer gun, at a disadvantage. The punch sent him flying far away, and he only had time to roll on the ground and get up quickly.

The sleepy consciousness and pain repeatedly tore at his sanity.

The man approached him, picked up the gun he dropped from the ground, stood up, and threatened in a condescending manner: "I advise you to calm down and let go. Otherwise, if I do it again, I will just use a tranquilizer gun on you."

Lancer's eyes gradually turned red. Facing the danger of life and death, he was on the verge of going crazy.

The demon-like young man smiled coldly, his eyes filled with contempt.

"Just because of you, you want to threaten me?"

[System: You can advance the use of machine guns on credit. It only costs 3000 points, dear~]

Lancer seemed to have no choice between being captured or getting credit.

Just when the system thought it could complete a new achievement, two bangs exploded on the glass window behind Lancer, and countless glass fragments flew out!

Everyone had time to cover their faces with their arms, but a few seconds after the glass was broken, they experienced a bigger impact.

A black figure stepped on the glass from outside and broke in. He raised his gun and fired in the dark. His strikes were quick, accurate and ruthless, which was impressive.

It was already very difficult for Lancer to stand still.

He was hit by the wave of glass fragments, and there were many scratches on his back, and even the exposed skin was mostly covered with bleeding wounds.

But when he slowly turned back, Gin saw his eyes that were redder than blood. He was slightly startled, and then a senseless anger drove away all his reason.

"...Gin?" The man saw the arrogantly invading silver-haired man appearing like a ruthless demon, and picked up the young man without any mercy or pity, as if they had always been so close.

He noticed that the man looked at Lancer with an undetectable and subtle emotion. For a moment, he seemed to have glimpsed some terrible secret, and his heart and soul were trembling.

"...What on earth does he have to do with you?!"

Gin looked coldly and didn't answer him.

Lancer, who was leaning on the man, touched the hand that held the gun and said in a light voice: "You will know when you go to another world."

"boom!"

A gunshot to the head, no room for maneuver.

When the others reacted and aimed their guns, Lancer took out a grenade from Gin's windbreaker before them.

The devil showed his white teeth and threw the grenade at them, and these people subconsciously lay down in the direction of the door.

Gin, on the other hand, dragged him and jumped out of the window.

With a bang, this office was like a gaping hole in a beast, and it was burnt black.

Such a big movement was enough to attract other police officers in the police station here. When they finally opened the twisted door, they were faced with a mess on the ground and several corpses with no signs of life.

The car stopped in front of Gin, and before the policemen came after him, the person in the driver's seat shouted to the man: "Get in the car quickly!"

The man in the driver's seat seemed to still have a arrogant face, but when he spoke, it was Belmod's voice.

The black vehicle passed by the police car that was rushing back. Seeing that they had temporarily gotten rid of the troubles, the person in the driver's seat had a free hand to tear off the disguise on his face, and his long wavy golden hair flowed smoothly. Throw it out.

Belmode glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Lancer cowering in the corner because of pain, and Gin's eyes always glanced at him. She couldn't help but said: "Gin, you are too indulgent to him. Right? He messed up this mission. If Mr. is blamed, even you can't intercede for him, right? "

But Gin said: "He didn't know the true purpose of this mission in the first place, so I can't blame him."

"So, has he done everything he needs to do?"

"Well, when I went, the information on the computer had been covered."

"We will modify the stolen information and label the enemies who belong to the police as our own people to confuse their targets, just in time to watch them fighting in the house and dog eating dog... Gin, you really deserve to be watched by that gentleman. The people in it.”

Belmode was never stingy in his appreciation for Gin, "It's no wonder you didn't agree to directly destroy the data using such a crude method. It turns out you had expected that the other party would make a backup."

Faced with the woman's compliment, Gin just leaned on the back of the back seat expressionlessly and said calmly: "You are very noisy."

Belmode had nothing to say to such a man who didn't understand the charm. He snorted and had no choice but to continue driving.

After a long while, Gin lowered his head and looked at Lancer who fell asleep next to him again.

The young man frowned in pain even in his sleep.

The gunshot wound on his arm was very eye-catching. If someone could be as ruthless as him, Gin would admire him from the bottom of his heart, and he would be tempted to recruit people into his group.

He is often unwilling to pay too much attention to the dead, but he is very concerned about the living, especially those who are traitors to the organization.

But when he suddenly thought of Shirley, who he once pursued to the point of risking his own life, he suddenly couldn't remember the last time he bothered to investigate her hiding place.

Maybe it was because of the frequent betrayals in the organization that Shirley's escape was not eye-catching; maybe it was because of the arrival of this guy that almost all his unnecessary attention was diverted away.

This is dangerous and a precursor to depravity.

When Lancer woke up from the pain, he was no longer in Nagano Prefecture.

The bullet in his forearm was removed, but the doctor who did it didn't look like he was using anesthesia. It didn't look like he was trying to save him, but he looked like he was preparing to kill him.

"Ahhh! It hurts!"

Lancer was so painful that he squeezed out tears. He took a breath of air and complained to Gin who was watching this scene: "Murder! Can you please let him be gentle?"

Several smoke rings appeared above Gin's head.

"If you are dissatisfied, I can do it myself."

"...It doesn't have to be."