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

Bourbon's thoughts are easy to guess, but not too easy to guess.

How do you feel when your colleagues and partners who fought side by side in the past become enemies?

Rai didn't feel anything and even took out his gun to shoot at them.

The three of them put on mobile headsets when they split up. When Lancer walked through the darkness with his bright face, he saw a figure hiding in the corner.

He killed the man with one shot and didn't forget to hit him again.

Then he walked in, kicked the man, and turned over his body, so he could see his face clearly.

foreigner?

It shouldn't be Brenika's organization. Since it was a script arranged by Bourbon, it should probably be...

"Ley, your wife has cooperated with your old employer."

All that could be heard in the headset was a snort from Rai, followed by a burst of fast footsteps.

When Rai was looking for a suitable sniper spot, Gin also turned on the microphone and taunted: "The whole world wants your life, I think you should kill a few more people to get rid of the bad luck."

Lancer was shocked: "Wow~ I have never heard of this method of removing bad luck."

As soon as he finished speaking, a pistol was pressed against the back of Lancer's head, and a cold voice came from behind.

"Don't move, put your hands up."

Lancer hung the pistol on his index finger and turned it around, then raised his hands leisurely.

The other party immediately confiscated his pistol, put the muzzle of the gun against his head, and searched his pockets to see if he had hidden any other weapons.

Lancer looked at the hand roaming around his body and raised his lips, "Brother, if you raise and lower your hands on a man, you probably like me, right?"

The man with a foreign face cursed, and words like pervert came out of his mouth.

Lancer's eyes changed.

When a dark cloud suddenly blocked the moonlight, Lancer suddenly turned around, and his fingers passed through the man's throat, his movement was as fast as a bolt of lightning.

The man froze and didn't respond for a long time.

It wasn't until Lancer took the pistol pointed at him away from the man's hand that he fell straight behind him.

The corner of the ID card was exposed from the man's jacket pocket. Lancer pulled out the ID card and opened it to take a look.

Sure enough, he was an FBI agent.

There were footsteps all around, and Lancer raised his eyebrows. After blowing a whistle, the rested drone was released, scanning the entire dock's inventory area with its cold red electronic eyes.

As the figures moved, the drone seemed to have captured them, diving into the darkness to chase and shoot.

Soon, there were several muffled groans and screams of pain in the deep night, followed by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Lancer plundered a lot of revolvers, had a row on his waist, and still held two in his hand.

The poor and miserable nature of the apocalypse is fully exposed.

The FBI without Shuichi Akai is like a tiger that has lost its claws and teeth, with all its strength but nowhere to use it.

Click, click.

There was the sound of steady footsteps behind him.

Lancer said without looking back: "I suspect that these FBI are mixed with local police, maybe from the public security department."

"Ah."

Gin appeared behind him like a ghost and said calmly: "There are two groups of people, and they use different guns."

Even though he already knew this, when Gin saw the pistols hanging all over Lancer's body, even though he was as calm as an old dog, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

"It's probably not feasible to become an arms dealer in this way."

Lancer rolled his eyes, "I know, I don't lack arms and weapons. I just use these people's guns to do something bad, so I can take the blame, right?"

Gin took a sip of his cigarette and said nothing.

Just as the two of them were hiding in the shadow of a certain container with the moon behind them, they suddenly heard the sound of footsteps not far away.

It seemed that the people who were not chasing them forced this time's target into a nearby open space.

The two moved over there, stopped a distance away from a container, and hid behind it.

On the other side of the container, in addition to Ley who was blocked, there were also James and other people who had been close to him.

Ley was chewing a cigarette and holding his rifle on his shoulder. He sat with his legs lowered on top of the high container and looked at the people in front of him calmly.

They raised their guns high, and pointed the dark muzzles at Rai, so cold that they seemed to blend into the dark night.

"Akai, it's been such a long time."

James looked at him warily, with mixed feelings in his heart, not knowing what to think.

When they were separated, they were still the best subordinates. Unexpectedly, they would become rivals when they met again.

James once thought that Akai had some unavoidable reasons for returning to the organization. But since Judy died in his hands last time, James realized that he was wrong.

"It hasn't been that long." Rai pulled up his knitted hat and said with a smile, "It doesn't seem like it's been that long since you plotted against me last time."

"Judy has been gone for almost a year." James did not let him continue, his deep tone was full of solemnity.

"It's because your heart is too numb and you no longer know how to sense the passage of time."

Rai curled up his lips and said, "I'm really sorry. I've been living in a dark place for so long. I've lived in a hazy state. I've long lost track of how normal people live. It sounds like you guys are colluding with the police to punish me for this." Are you a sinner who doesn’t respect time?”

James persuaded him earnestly, but the gun in his hand was always pointed at him.

"It's time to turn around, Akai, don't make the same mistake again."

"Old man, don't be so self-righteous." Rai raised his chin slightly and looked at him condescendingly: "If you want to kill me, do it as soon as possible, otherwise, you will definitely regret it."

"you--!"

Seeing that he really had no regrets at all, James made a gesture to the people around him.

The men approached Rai and seemed to want to take him down by force.

Suddenly, Rai looked up and saw something that seemed to be thrown from the other side of the container.

The dark clouds that obscured the moonlight dispersed, and a grenade was thrown into the FBI circle.

Ley turned around and rolled to the other side of the container where he was.

A few seconds later, there was an explosion, and those few people were killed while wailing.

James, who was lucky enough to escape first, went around to the other side of the container, and happened to meet Gin and Lancer.

The two of them kissed while eavesdropping on the FBI's internal strife.

After being disturbed by this guy, Gin raised the hand holding the gun without hesitation and fired.

James' defensive posture slowly dropped, and as a bullet entered his forehead, blood flowed from his forehead.

Lancer grinded his teeth, "I really don't have the eyesight. Didn't you see others being intimate? It's a terrible sight!"

"It's time to go." Gin reached out and knocked on the iron sheet of the container and asked, "Are you still alive?"

Rai touched his hair that was burned with sparks and looked very ugly.

"Please say hello to me before you throw a grenade next time."