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

Maybe I have been fishing for too long and I have received retribution.

Ever since Rai was discharged from the hospital, there have been endless changes in the organization. Not only did the information search team find many undercover agents, but also members of the Karasuma family took the lead in rebelling.

Gin didn't have much emotional ups and downs about these bad things. Rai also snorted mockingly and closed his mouth under Gin's gaze.

So the crazy person became Lancer.

He looked at the international air tickets he had booked and was so sad that he squeezed out a few tears.

"These damn guys ruined my vacation!"

Gin glanced at him and said without any sympathy: "You haven't put in any effort these days, right? You're always recuperating, and your bones will get rusty."

Hearing this, Lancer rolled his eyes.

"All migrant workers like to fish while working. This way they can enjoy freedom and get paid at the same time. Isn't this the best of both worlds?"

He spoke with conviction.

While wiping his favorite gun, Rai asked him: "Have you ever received any remuneration from the organization in all this time?"

Lancer scratched his head: "Doesn't the gin you gave me count?"

"That can only be regarded as the service fee Gin gives you."

The man with short silver hair reached out and snatched the gun from his hand, and pointed the muzzle of the gun neatly at Rai's head.

"You are so dirty."

"Both each other." Not to be outdone, Rai raised his eyebrows slightly.

For a long time after that, they were busy cleaning up the organization's undercover scoundrels. As for the certain family branch that had rebelled against the organization, Gin didn't care about them.

There is a huge disparity in strength, and he is not stupid enough to have to fight head-on.

Moreover, there are many people who want to make a name for themselves in the organization, and the boss or Rum will take action to deal with them.

Time flies, half a year has passed in a hurry.

The unbearable heat has passed, and autumn and winter have finally arrived again.

After cleaning up the last tipper, Lancer wiped the blood off his face with a handkerchief, and then threw it on the body.

He took out the mobile phone with the screen still on from the deceased's hand and browsed through the contents at a glance.

At this time, a pair of black leather shoes walked slowly behind him, making a clicking sound.

A cold white hand pulled out from the left pocket and quietly reached towards Lancer's back.

However, this hand was not intended to do anything to the squatting Lancer. Instead, it reached over his shoulder and directly took the mobile phone away from his hand.

Lancer's action of checking the message was interrupted, and he turned to look at the man behind him.

As usual, he had his long silver-gray hair hanging loosely and wore a top hat. There was no expression on his face, and his dull face was comparable to a plaster statue.

"Can't wait in the car?"

Gin hummed, finished reading the content on the phone screen, and then glanced at the corpse on the ground, his eyes filled with mockery.

"Such a low-level undercover agent still wants to sneak into Death Training Island?"

Lancer turned the pistol in his hand and put it back into the system space. He said boredly: "Didn't I tell you earlier? If you let them go, they may not survive. There is no need to waste time finding them. "

"Bomore's methods are no worse than yours."

Hearing this, Gin glanced at him and said calmly: "Bomore is injured."

"Oh?"

This is quite surprising.

Just when Lancer wanted to learn more, Rai's voice suddenly came from the mobile headsets they were wearing.

"If you don't leave, you will be caught by the police."

A few streets away from the warehouse, the sirens of police cars were blaring.

Hearing this, Lancer frowned and said in disgust: "Why can't you drive them away like flies?"

After speaking, he took out a small bottle from his body and poured the transparent liquid inside onto the body.

Gin lit a cigarette for himself on this occasion, and after making sure he emptied the bottle, he flicked the cigarette onto the corpse.

The fire rushed up almost instantly, and with the help of the night wind, it completely enveloped the body of the deceased.

His clothes were quickly burned clean along with the bloody handkerchief.

Lancer put his arm on Gin's shoulders and asked with a smile: "My dear, do you have time to go on vacation after being busy for a while? I learned a new word from these people, it's called honeymoon~ It's so romantic! "

Gin's laughter could be heard in the wind.

"Romantic? You want that?"

"No, I just want to take a vacation. We've been at full attendance on almost every mission this year, right? That bitch boss doesn't pay me wages, isn't he allowed to take a vacation on my own?"

Counting the days, it’s almost the end of the month.

Halloween is around the corner, which is a great time for a holiday, but it's also a great time for assassinations.

After several people met in the underground parking lot, Lancer sat in the driver's seat and took off his blood-stained jacket, revealing a sweater with a cute pattern underneath.

Rai took one more interesting look, then turned to look at Gin.

The man chewed on his cigarette and returned a cold look: "You don't think I would wear such childish clothes with him, do you?"

Rai shrugged: "Maybe."

Ever since Gin had gotten used to Lancer touching his hair and witnessed Lancer braiding two braids when he was having a voice conference with his subordinates, Rai felt that there should be no impossibility in Gin's dictionary. These are three words.

Ginjiu, who was retorted, sneered coldly and said no more.

With all his defenses off, Rai felt his mentality changing as he sat in the car.

As a former FBI agent who returned to the organization, I thought he would be guarded by Gin as if he were a prisoner. However, although he has a bad face, he is very kind to his subordinates who work for him and are not suspected of being undercover agents or traitors.

When they encountered trouble several times, Lancer and Gin did not hesitate to take action, making Rai gradually trust them.

This is really scary.

"You just said that you heard from others that the other party is going on a honeymoon. Master Lancer, have you made any new friends?"

Rai was already sleepy and tired, but in order to stay awake, he asked Lancer vaguely while lighting up his cigarette.

The latter hummed and said, "Didn't I go for a morning jog some time ago? I accidentally met Officer Takagi from the Metropolitan Police Department, and we worked together to solve a kidnapping case. Later, we became friends and talked about everything. friend."

He twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling Gin's glance, and explained with a smile: "Of course, not with my face, but with another identity."

Disguising without trace is now the easiest thing for them.

"I heard that he was going to hold a wedding in a high-end church in the center of the city, so I planned to go over and join in the fun."

"Which church?" Gin asked.

"Oh." Lancer said in a relaxed tone, "It's the church where the pastor died."