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

Lancer put the gas mask on his face and watched as Belmode slowly fell down due to inhaling the drugged gas. He walked over and picked up her gun.

After he and Haiyuan Ai left just now, they encountered several corpses lying on the ground.

Although he was disgusted, he still took off the coat from the corpse and put it on himself, blocking the cracked seams of the clothes. At the same time, he also took away the gun and spare magazine from the other party's hand.

[System: It’s not like I won’t give you weapons, why should I be so frugal? 】

Lancer: It’s so funny, it sounds like you’re being generous.

The system closed its mouth shyly.

The double-standard Lancer left Belmode alone and picked up the unconscious Haibara Ai.

He vaguely felt that his physical weakness was getting worse, so he found a bedroom on the second floor, covered Haiyuan Ai with a black coat, and hid her in a closet.

There is not much time left for him. He needs to find other people who are hostile to him hiding in this villa as soon as possible, and then deal with them all.

Lancer tied Belmod's gun to his calf and wiped the sweat from his forehead and side of his neck with the back of his hand. The white Adam's apple exposed from the side of the high-erected assault collar rolled slightly, with bloodthirsty thirst. , step by step firmly into the darkness...

the other side--

Gin, who followed after hearing the news, looked at the bombed darkroom, snorted lowly, and then saw a hand stretched out from the ruins of the wall.

The hand was stained with blood, and it was unknown whether the owner of the hand was alive or dead. Gin just glanced at it, then nonchalantly stepped over the rocks that fell on him, and prepared to go to the flower room.

Unexpectedly, when his foot crossed over, that hand grasped Gin's ankle for a moment.

Gin immediately took out his gun and pointed it at the person buried under the pile of rocks, his eyes cold.

Vodka understood what he meant. He leaned over and dug out the largest stone slab and stood it up. He saw the person buried here at a glance.

"Kamu? Why are you here?"

Having worked together several times, Vodka still has a good impression of this person who doesn't talk much but loves to work.

I saw that this man was covered in injuries, including gunshot wounds and beating wounds. He looked like he died with someone but did not die.

Vodka looked at his lips and said to Gin, "Brother, he seems to have something to say."

Gin raised his wrist with a cold look, and Vodka understood what he meant.

It was very easy for the big man to do these physical tasks. He dug Kamu out of the messy ruins.

Kamu's legs seemed to have been broken by someone, or broken by a falling stone, so he couldn't stand on his own.

With the help of vodka, he was able to look directly at Gin, and the sounds coming out of his mouth gradually became clearer.

"...Lancer...Young Master..."

Gin's eyes suddenly darkened, and his whole body exuded a cold aura.

If the eyes could be embodied, I'm afraid the entire Dusk Annex would freeze.

He said coldly: "Is that guy here?"

Kamu closed one injured eye and said intermittently: "Danger... Mai, Karen, want to... kill..."

Vodka couldn't stand listening and continued what he said: "Are you trying to say that Macallan wants to get rid of Lancer?"

But Kamu grabbed his sleeve with his blood-stained hands and said a few words intermittently: "drugged...body, identity..."

"That's enough." Gin already had a general idea based on this little information, "If you continue talking, I'm afraid you will die."

Kamu's eyes gradually blurred, and his consciousness gradually moved away from him.

Before passing out, he heard Gin groan impatiently.

"He tried his best to save you. If you die, I will be in a lot of trouble..."

Hey, would Gin, who is so valued by that gentleman, also be afraid of trouble?

Kamu fainted and was carried by Vodka on his shoulders.

When walking past the flower room, Gin also saw Belmod lying here. Although she was a little surprised, after making sure that she was still alive, the man stepped over her body mercilessly, and everyone was stunned by the vodka.

Although he knew that his eldest brother was not interested in this woman, Belmod ignored several of his overtures. At this time, he didn't even have the intention to save people...

Is this reasonable?

On the way back from the greenhouse to the front hall, I saw many corpses. The man stepped over the mountains of corpses and sea of ​​blood with great grace and walked towards the place where the gunshots were heard.

During the melee between several forces, Lancer took the opportunity to hide Ayumi and her three children, who were stunned by drugs, outside the window of the annex. Unexpectedly, at this moment, he was suddenly shot through the shoulder by a bullet flying from a corner. He groaned.

He quickly let go, and Yuantai rolled a few times from the window and hid in the grass like a ball. He didn't wake up like this, which showed that the effect of the drug was really extraordinary.

The bullets flew past, grazing the window frame and throwing up a few sparks, exuding a dangerous smell of gunpowder smoke.

Lancer subconsciously looked at the opponent's hiding place, aimed at that place and fired several shots.

The two sides were coming and going, and gunshots were fired constantly.

When the surroundings returned to silence, the other party's arrogant laughter rang out.

"It seems you don't have any bullets anymore. How about we be frank and talk about cooperation together?"

Lancer held his wound, his shoulders rising and falling.

"Okay, then let's show up and meet him!"

The other party threw out the pistol first and raised his hands high. Seeing this, Lancer also threw away the empty gun in his hand and slowly stood up from behind the bunker.

[System: Danger, danger, danger! 】

Just as the system's warning sounded, the opponent took out a gun from behind and aimed it at him. Not to be outdone, Lancer pulled out a spare gun from his calf and fired at the opponent.

Each counted the bullets in each other's guns, and when the last round was gone, they grappled together without hesitation.

Lancer deliberately sold a flaw to the other party, making the man think that he had an opportunity to take advantage of it. However, Lancer knocked him down and put a sharp dagger on the man's neck.

He finally became honest.

Lancer pulled off the other party's gas mask, looked at McCarron's face that needed a beating, spat at him unhappily, and said in disgust: "Why aren't you dead yet?"

Hearing the unfamiliar tone mixed with the familiar tone, Macallan glanced at the man's beautiful peach eyes and dazzling silver hair in surprise, and said suspiciously: "Are you...Lancer?!"

The man's waist is slender and thin, and his fingers are well-jointed. The sweat on his face continues to collect towards his well-shaped mandible, and finally sinks sexily down his neck into the black collar...

Macallan found shamefully that at this moment he actually thought the young man in front of him looked so delicious!

He suddenly felt thirsty in his throat.

[System: I can’t stand this one...]