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

Bomore drinks harder than Lancer.

One drink after another, as if they won’t stop until they get drunk.

Lancer and Rai looked at each other, as if they could vaguely understand what he was thinking.

However, whether it is Lancer or Rai, their absolute loyalty is not to the boss, so they cannot empathize with Bomore's emotions and experiences.

At this time, the only one who can persuade him is probably Gin.

Lancer raised the beer can and clinked it with Rai's glass, and they both raised their heads to drink at the same time.

Tired of eating all kinds of raw seafood on the beach, Lancer took out his mobile phone and wanted to ask Gin, who was resting in the hotel, to go shopping in the city in the evening.

But before he could make a call, Gin found the tavern first and picked up the drunk Bomore.

"Lance."

Before leaving, Gin called his name.

Lancer stood up and said, "What's wrong?"

"Pay for his drink and come with me."

"Okay." Lancer took away the last can of beer that had not yet been finished. He was taking out the cash in his wallet and was about to go to the counter to pay.

Perhaps seeing Rai's puzzled look, Lancer asked casually: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Rai put his fingers on the glass and said calmly: "I'm just curious, you seem to have the habit of being too frugal. Judging from your appearance, you don't want to continue drinking it, right?"

After hearing what he said, Lancer picked up the half can of soda in his hand, blinked in surprise, and then smiled.

"Oh, what are you talking about? Although I don't really want to drink it all, it would be too wasteful to throw it away. When some things may become a luxury in the future, it is not a bad thing to cherish them now."

Lancer clinked his glass again, then went to the counter to pay the bill, and left with Gin who had been waiting at the door for a while.

In the tavern, Rai stared at the wine glass in front of him, lost in thought.

From what Lancer said just now, it sounds like he has been through a very difficult time. But since Lancer was born, even if he is not valued by the organization, he should not suffer too much material grievances.

Why does it sound like someone crawled out of the slums?

Rai took out a cigarette, placed it on the table and lit it gently. His mind couldn't help but recall the memories of Lancer he had seen in the underground research institute.

What kind of place is that?

Is it the future...

Bomore's wine tasted surprisingly good, and he didn't make any fuss when Gin was carried on his back, as if he was asleep.

Lancer took a sip of beer while observing Gin's face.

The man's face had a cold and distant expression as always, but because he was wearing a hat and his head was lowered, most passers-by couldn't see clearly what he looked like.

"Be careful and watch the road."

Gin suddenly spoke, and as soon as Lancer could react, he tripped on a stone, stumbled, and almost threw the beer can in his hand.

[System: Wow! It’s so embarrassing, you don’t even notice the obstacles on the road when you see them, you big nympho! 】

Lancer: "..."

Fortunately, this trip was not far from the B&B where they were staying. When walking back, Lancer saw Camu waiting at the door of the B&B from a distance, sitting on the steps, looking a little lonely.

It wasn't until he heard Gin's footsteps that Kamu turned his head and saw Bomore on his back at a glance.

Camu stood up and went to pick up the person. Although Bomore's body sank to the ground like a puddle of mud, Camu skillfully leaned the person on his shoulder and thanked Gin.

"Do you want to have dinner here? I can cook."

Gin shook his head. He put his arm around Lancer and took the beer can in his hand. "No, we will eat outside. If you don't mind it, just stay and take care of him."

"Okay." Camu was about to go back with Bomore, but he still paused. "Lord Gin, regarding this matter..."

Gin drank the remaining beer in the can and then threw it into the trash can not far away. "When he wakes up, I will make it clear to him."

As if receiving Gin's assurance, Kamu lowered his head towards him with gratitude in his eyes.

After watching Kamu drag Bomore back, Lancer asked Gin: "What do you want to talk to Bomore about? About diving?"

Gin glanced at him sideways and said, "You don't need to worry about this matter."

"Oh, okay, I know I have no place in your heart. We have been together for so long, but you still don't let me get involved in this and that. It seems that our relationship is nothing more than... well !”

Before he could finish his words, Gin shut his mouth.

The beer taste in their mouths has not completely dissipated. It is mixed with other flavors and fermenting in their mouths, which seems a bit strange.

Lancer hugged him and finished kissing him, feeling disgusted and dumbfounded: "It was like kissing a piece of vomit."

Gin narrowed his eyes: "Say something nice."

"Well... the technique is good."

They drove a rental car for a drive on the street. Lancer rested his chin on his hands and looked at the scenery on the roadside.

Although we have already left the seaside and headed towards the city, we can still see the scenery of the sea.

"I don't know what celebration day it is today, but there are people setting off fireworks at the beach." Lancer looked at the colorful fireworks rising into the sky and took out his mobile phone to take a few photos.

When he finished taking the photo, Lancer noticed that there seemed to be a few more black dots at the bottom of the phone screen. He hesitated and was about to zoom in to take a look, but the car suddenly stopped, causing him to throw his hands down to his feet.

"Gin? What's wrong?" Lancer looked up and found that there was an intersection in front of him, and the green light at the intersection happened to turn into a red light.

The brakes were a bit harsh, and Lancer even felt the strong pull of the seat belt.

He looked at the man next to him in confusion. He was about to say something, but he saw Gin's solemn profile.

The man's eyes were full of violence, his dark green pupils were filled with sinister intent, and the corners of his lips were pursed indifferently. He seemed to have turned back into the guy who seemed strange to Lancer.

Sure enough, this incident must have had a great impact on him.

"Gin?"

"We must hurry up and find that guy." Gin's hands tightened on the steering wheel, his eyes cold.

"He had murderous intentions towards us."

Lancer shrugged, "Obviously."

Although the freighter that sank at the bottom of the sea carried a lot of valuable things, it was not enough to make the boss behind a huge organization tempted to salvage the cargo in the ship.

What's more, since the ship has been sunk for so long, the contents may have been destroyed long ago.

Unless there was something on the boat that he was afraid of being discovered by the police salvage team, or he already knew there was something on the boat that might not be damaged.

After thinking about it, there are only poison gas cans wrapped in vacuum bottles.