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

In a certain underground bar in Tokyo——

Rock music with rhythm and groove rumbled throughout the dark but spacious space.

The sound of the subwoofer rumbled in their ears, making their hearts almost beat out of their chests.

Lancer frowned in discomfort.

Looking around, almost everyone was shaking their heads and dancing wildly on the dance floor.

They raised their hands high, as if they had undergone some brainwashing ritual, and shouted the same name together.

It sounds like it should be someone's name.

"It's like the little zombies who were brainwashed by the big zombie in the doomsday era. They can only remember the killing orders given to them by the big zombie, and their clumsy mouths will only repeat that sentence."

Lancer had a look of disgust on his face.

He asked Gin: "Who are we here for?"

Gin said a name, and it was exactly the same as the name everyone here shouted.

Lancer was stunned, then turned to Bourbon and said, "It's over, it's over, he's been assimilated by these brainless zombies. If he bites me later, you must save me!"

The background sound was so loud that Bourbon couldn't hear what he was saying at all. He could only see his mouth opening and closing.

So, Bourbon took out a pistol from his body, looked around, pointed the gun at the built-in speakers installed on the ceiling, and fired several shots.

After the sharp sound was elongated and howled like an alarm, the people in the underground bar finally heard the gunfire. They were so scared that they hugged their heads and squatted on the ground.

It was also mixed with the screams of women and the noise of panicked crowds.

Gin glanced at Bourbon with some satisfaction, and then glanced at the DJ playing songs on the high platform of the bar.

The man was very tall and wearing sunglasses in this dim environment, which was really a bit pretentious.

After the lights in the bar were turned on, Lancer could barely see the man's outfit, and was shocked.

"What kind of hairstyle does he have? Are there a few sea cucumbers on his head?"

Lancer showed an incredible expression, his eyes full of drama: "Those lips...where did you steal the red sausage? You don't need to put on lipstick, it's really convenient."

Bourbon on the side silently clenched the gun in his hand.

He was not afraid of the person whom Lancer was commenting on, but he was afraid that Lancer's mouth would be too bad and would cause the other party to harm himself.

After thinking about it, both the crowd and Gin were shouting the same name, Lancer finally realized.

"What? So this guy's name is Pinga?"

Lancer seemed to understand something.

Pinga is also the name of a kind of wine, derived from a Brazilian distilled liquor, which is the same raw material as rum.

In this case, this guy should be Rum's man.

Lancer's voice was not loud, but after the background music suddenly stopped and the bar became silent again, it was so clear that almost everyone could hear it.

I saw this guy walking out from behind the DJ equipment, turning over and jumping off the high platform, and finally walked through the crowd and came to Gin, looking at the three of them with wild and unruly eyes.

Lancer looked at the hairstyle he had just described as a sea cucumber, and murmured in a low voice: "Dreadlocks, reggae..."

"Good taste. It seems we have the same hobby." The other party took off his sunglasses and winked with Lancer.

This flying eye almost sent Lancer away.

It made him sick!

"Long time no see, Gin, you came to ruin my place as soon as you showed up. We have always kept our peace. Isn't it a bit against the rules to do this?"

Although Gin's status in the organization is not low, the guy in front of him is very hostile to Gin.

Lancer and Bourbon were keenly aware of the mutual fear.

As the first provocateur, Gin lowered his head slightly and covered most of his face with the brim of his hat.

"This is not the place to talk."

As if he expected that they would ask for something from him, Pinga pulled up his thick lips and laughed, said something in a foreign language that he couldn't understand, and then turned around and walked in a certain direction.

Everyone in the bar was watching this scene, and some were whispering, probably discussing their identities.

You know, the people who can come to this bar are not simple things.

The speakeasy has a decadent retro style from the 1980s.

An old wine barrel was leaning against a wall covered with graffiti painted with spray cans. Pinga pressed a certain mechanism on the barrel, and the door hidden in the wall opened.

Lancer looked at the traces of graffiti beside the door and twitched his lips slightly.

"It's well hidden," he whispered.

Bourbon looked at the surrounding environment and explained: "This looks like a basement left from the past. It looks like it has been there for a while."

"Why do you need to build a basement in a place where earthquakes often happen? Aren't you afraid of being buried in it?"

"It's a lot of worry... To be able to build this kind of basement is probably because of the use of earthquake-resistant materials."

The door opened, and behind it was a long corridor.

The lights in this corridor are weird, either red or green, and it gives off a gloomy and gloomy atmosphere no matter how you look at it.

It wasn't until the pinga at the front opened a door at the corner and turned on the light inside that it finally seemed normal.

"I never thought you would come to see me one day, Gin." Pinga sat on a chair in the room wearing a black leather coat, crossed her legs, and had the word "rebellion" written all over her body.

There are many members with distinctive personalities in the organization. Gin did not take his careless appearance to heart, but asked him: "How much do you know about Rai?"

Pinga looked like he didn't understand, shrugged and said: "Ley? What Ley?"

Gin raised his head slightly, and the brim of his hat also rose, revealing his sinister eyes.

For a moment, Pinga seemed to be suppressed, and his whole body felt tense.

After staring at each other like this for a long time, Pinga spoke first.

He sneered coldly: "You mean, that Rye Whiskey who went back to work as the FBI because his identity was exposed? Wasn't it you who saw through his identity code in the first place? Gin, now you come to me to ask about his whereabouts. Could it be that you have found the wrong person?”

Ginjiu said coldly: "Did I ask you about his whereabouts?"

"What?" Pinga's expression changed.

Behind him, Bourbon also raised the corner of his mouth, "He just asked you how much you know about Lai, and he didn't ask you where the Lai people are. By saying this, do you think you are not asking yourself?"

Being trapped for no reason, Pinga will naturally not admit defeat.

He said with a cold face: "Even if I know, so what? Why do you think I will tell you?"

At this time, Gin raised the corners of his mouth and showed a devilish smile.

"Just admit that you know."

There was a golden pocket watch in his hand, and when it was dangled in front of the man with the dreadlocks like a fish bait, the man didn't take it seriously and laughed at Gin in turn.

"Where did you learn this crappy hypnosis technique? You don't think you can hypnotize me... right?"

His mind gradually drifted away, his head sank, and his sunglasses fell to the ground.

Gin put away the pocket watch and gently rubbed the watch case with the pad of his thumb.

"Bourbon, ask."