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

"Holy shit! Such a manly robot actually has a female voice!"

Bomore circled around the tall robot and let out a straight man's sigh.

Lancer raised an eyebrow and looked at him, "Would it be much better if it was paired with Kamu's voice?"

"This is..."

Are you actually considering it? !

Lancer twitched the corner of his mouth and turned to look at Bomalou, who was tied up and even shackled.

He patted the woman's shoulder with one hand and said with a smile: "Hey, beauty, why are you so embarrassed after not seeing her for a few days?"

Pomaro rolled her eyes at him, completely ignoring the image of a beautiful woman.

The ship in front seemed to be approaching the dock at an extremely slow speed. Lancer rubbed his chin and wondered: "Who is on board?"

Gin said: "It's not clear yet, but it should be someone under Rum's command."

Or Belmode.

Lancer frowned slightly, because he had already seen that the deck of the ship was already full of men in black. Judging from this posture, they were here to capture Death Training Island.

But think about it, half of the trained killers in the organization come from here.

Since Bomore closed the island, no matter who it is, they will no longer provide killers to work for various forces, and they should be anxious.

Seeing this, Lancer reached out and took Gin's arm with some concern.

"Are you really going up there? Once you get on the ship, there's no way you'll come back alive."

[System: I’m going to curse! 】

Lancer ignored the system's protests and changed his words: "It's not that simple to escape unscathed."

"I know." Gin just responded lightly, and then stretched out his hand towards him.

"Is the hypnotic pocket watch at your place?"

"Yes." Lancer asked redundantly: "What do you want to use it for -"

He suddenly understood, his eyes fell clearly on Bomaluo's face, and he nodded: "This is indeed a good method."

The golden pocket watch was placed in Gin's big hand, and he hypnotized Pomaro.

"From now on, you must forget about your betrayal. When you go to the ship with me, be my spy. Find the person who instigated you and kill him."

Bomaruo's eyes lost focus, and his current thinking was no longer under his control.

After Gin finished these words, she nodded dullly to show her understanding.

Soon, Lancer snapped his fingers, and Pomaro woke up from the hypnotic state. He blinked, his eyes showing clear stupidity.

Despite this, Lancer was still worried.

He crossed his arms and said to Gin: "Do you have to go up? I think there is a way to avoid direct conflict with them at the moment."

Gin said: "I just need to meet Rum so that he can know that I have a reason to live."

Lancer scratched his head, seeing that he couldn't stop him, he had no choice but to let him go.

Bomore, who had already established a good relationship with the robot, turned around and said to Lancer: "If you don't want to die with him, then come and help me clean up the trash that broke into the island! You are very free anyway, aren't you? "

Lancer: "..."

Some people live a life of hard work.

Lancer couldn't help but start to think about why he came to this island in the first place. He obviously wanted to have a good rest, didn't he?

The ship gradually approached, and under the aim of several guns, Gin and the hypnotized Bomalou boarded the ship.

Lancer, who left early, ducked into the dense forest.

He suddenly heard several gunshots, and cautiously came to the spot where the other party shot more than ten meters away, but saw a person who shouldn't be here.

The man had his long silver hair tied into a high ponytail. He was only wearing a thin shirt, tight pants, and a pair of military green leather boots that he rarely wore.

how to say?

The whole person is wild and uninhibited, completely different from the cold and solemn Gin before.

After shooting the target, he flipped some hair from his forehead and spit out the cigarette butt he was holding in his mouth.

"When do you want to see it?"

Gin suddenly asked, looked towards where Lancer was hiding, and waved to him: "Come here."

Lancer's mouth changed from an O to a straight line, and finally he came to him with a gun, and used to pull off his mask or disguise card to pull his face.

The man's face was deformed by him, and finally Lancer confirmed: "It's really you?!"

Gin hummed: "What's so surprising?"

"But didn't you go to the ship just now? With Bomalo!" Lancer jumped up on the spot, "I saw it all! It can't be my illusion, right?"

Hearing this, Gin lowered his eyelids.

He reluctantly lit a cigarette and asked, "Have you forgotten the substitute card from the last mission reward?"

Substitute card?

It seems that there is such a thing.

Lancer took a breath, "So, the person who got on the boat was actually your stand-in?"

"Yeah." Gin admitted.

But Lancer still circled around him and said doubtfully: "Why do I think you are more like a substitute? You don't look very much like Gin."

"There's no way." Gin's voice was so cold that it felt like he was in the dead of winter.

The system sucked in a breath of cold air.

"Who told me that after using the substitute card, a guy wearing nothing would appear?"

wearing nothing?

Lancer's eyes lit up, "Is he exactly the same as you? Then..."

His eyes glanced down, "Are they also equal to each other?"

No matter how Gin changed, Lancer was still the same gangster and couldn't change a bit.

"Let's go." Gin said, "The situation on the stand-in can be observed through the system's electronic eyes. Take advantage of the time to clean up all the guys who broke into the island."

"I hate it when someone else takes my place."

He walked in front, and Lancer followed behind, getting the method to open the electronic eye from the system, mumbling.

"I know, I know, this feeling is like you are eating a bowl of ramen and suddenly a piece of bird poop falls into your bowl..."

"..."

The massacre on Death Training Island continues, and it is still unclear who is better in this game that requires brain power and physical strength.

On the other side, the Gin who boarded the ship was unsurprisingly stripped of his firearms and even had his hands tied behind his back.

Pomaro was loosened by them, but the cannon was not easy to open. She desperately asked the men in black on the boat for help.

After the other party tried it, he replied helplessly: "Don't open this with force, otherwise your mouth will be torn."

"Unless this guy is willing to open it for you."

So, someone kicked Gin to the ground and pointed a gun at him.

"Hey! Do you hear that? Open that thing for her, or I will kill you with one shot!"

Being able to humiliate the arrogant Gin is an unimaginable thing for every ambitious guy in the organization.

Gin, on the other hand, had to act much calmer.

"Take me to your leader."