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

The USB flash drive sent by Kamu contained a lot of information and videos, almost all of which were abnormal behaviors of organization members investigated by his intelligence hacking team.

Gin did not interfere much, but sorted out these things and sent them to the boss according to his previous habits.

After that, not only did he not receive any contact from the boss, but another guy who had rarely contacted him recently called him.

When Gin saw an unfamiliar phone number calling, he didn't realize anything until he answered the phone and heard a slightly older voice on the other end.

"Gin, I haven't seen you for a long time. I heard that you are very busy recently. I wonder if you have any free time these days?"

It's rum.

Gin's expression became serious. He glanced at Lancer, who was still sleeping, and stretched out his hand to pull the quilt over his face.

"What's up?"

You don't need to talk too much nonsense when you get along with Rum, otherwise this old man's talkative nature will kick in and it will be endless.

Probably because he heard Gin's unpleasant tone, Rum asked with a smile: "What? Did I disturb your good deeds?"

"Now that you know it, let's get down to business. Otherwise, I'm not sure I have the patience to continue listening to you."

"Well, you are still so direct. I want to invite you out for a cup of coffee this weekend. I wonder if you are willing to give me a favor?"

weekend?

Gin asked: "Is it black coffee?"

"Of course, I promise it's your favorite flavor."

"Understood, I will go to the appointment on time."

Probably after getting a satisfactory answer, Rum said on the other end of the phone: "I will send you the time and place of the meeting later... But Gin, I suggest you don't bring that boy out."

"He was too ostentatious."

With a beep, Gin hung up the phone.

He irritably pushed back the long hair that fell in front of his forehead, cursing the old fox in his mind.

Why didn't you think that this guy Rum was such a verbose person before?

Lancer, who was finally woken up by him, turned over, yawned and said lazily: "What's wrong? Why did that guy Rum suddenly think of asking you to drink coffee?"

Lancer had never been in a gang, so he didn't know the gang's code words. He thought Rum was setting up another banquet for Gin.

Gin explained to him: "Black coffee is the secret code used by our counterparts in the organization. When he asked me out to drink black coffee, he meant to kill someone."

There is such a saying?

Hearing this, Lancer blinked, sat up from the bed, and asked, "Who are you going to kill?"

"I didn't say anything." Gin lit a cigarette and stood up to get dressed.

Lancer grabbed his hair and said, "So, can you take me there? I also want to know who Rum's target is this time."

The little black cat came back from wandering outside, got in through the small hole in the door, and jumped on the big bed.

When Gin lived here by himself, he would never let the black cat go to bed under any circumstances. But after Lancer came, one person and one cat often stayed together, and over time, the black cat also developed the habit of sleeping next to him.

Lancer yawned, stretched out his hand to touch the cat's belly a few times, and then looked at Gin longingly.

"Are you thinking about how to reject me? If you can't, just say no. I can understand it."

Gin, who was about to take a shower in the bathroom, did not rush to answer his question. Instead, he finished smoking a cigarette and turned to ask him: "Do you want to take a bath together? You must be feeling very uncomfortable now, right?"

Ha, a confident man.

Under his joking eyes, Lancer said forcefully: "No, I don't have any discomfort, and I can even perform somersaults for you!"

After saying that, as soon as his feet touched the ground, his legs went weak and he knelt down.

[System: I really can’t see...]

In the end, Lancer was carried into the bathroom. The two of them took a relaxing hot bath for a while, then moved their bodies and got ready to start training.

Lancer stood in the open space in the center of the tube building and said to Gin: "If you want to drive a battleship, you first need strong physical strength."

"I should have proven this to you early in the morning." Gin put his hands in his pockets and didn't pretend to be cool, but Lancer was obsessed with him.

His old face turned red and he continued: "You also need to have an extraordinary memory, because there are a lot of operating equipment on the battleship. If you are not careful, you will put yourself in danger."

"Since there are so many operating devices, it should also require relevant memorization and practical training, right?"

The man rarely wore a white shirt, his silver hair was simply tied back on his head, and he even wore slippers on his feet.

Lancer snapped his fingers, summoned the battleship and parked it in the yard.

A private warship would not be too exaggerated in size, and would be about the same size as a helicopter. It would be more than enough to park such a thing in the yard.

This was the first time Gin saw Lancer's flying battleship, and the cigarette he was holding in his mouth fell to the ground with a clatter.

Lancer was pouting proudly, waiting for the man's admiration and praise. Unexpectedly, Gin opened his mouth and said, "Why does it look like an egg?"

"...Are you polite?"

They just designed it in an oval shape, and it has cool wings and launchers!

Lancer is autistic online.

Time flies by unconsciously, and the weekend is here in a blink of an eye.

According to the indicated location, early in the morning, Gin took people to the door of a coffee shop that was not open yet.

He and Vodka fell into silence as they looked at the closed door.

A few minutes later, Vodka said suspiciously: "Brother, isn't Rum really playing tricks on us?"

Who would have thought that he actually made an appointment at the door of the coffee shop? Could it be that he was really invited to drink coffee?

Gin kept silent and just gave him a look to signal him not to say too much.

Not long after, two cars parked one behind the other. The driver of the car pressed the horn, so Gin opened the door and got into the back seat.

Vodka sat on the passenger seat and nodded to the driver as a greeting.

He tried to see Rum's face in the rearview mirror, but the driver moved the angle of the rearview mirror with a grin on his face, so Vodka could only see Gin.

The brim of the man's hat was lowered very low, so it was impossible to clearly see the expression on his face at this moment.

Now that I think about it, Rum seems to really pay attention to the confidentiality of his identity.

In order to confuse the undercover agents, he even made up two lies to disguise his identity.

"I didn't expect you would bring someone here." Rum handed the coffee in his hand to Gin. As promised, he brought a cup of black coffee.

Ginjiu sneered coldly: "Isn't it a little too shabby to meet like this?"

He was sarcastic, but Rum didn't care at all.

"When this operation is successful, I will definitely send the best quality coffee beans to where you live...if you can kill that woman."