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

"I heard that things have gone haywire at Rum, but you guys are still in the mood to play cards here?"

After returning from Hachijo Island, Lancer and Gin took a rest.

Although the full age recognition system can help them erase several shadows of their actions from police cameras, Gin believes that Death Training Island is still the safest place at the moment.

The day after they returned, they heard that Rum had disappeared from the organization.

A week later, I heard that Rum's men had found his body. Due to rapid aging, his body was completely shriveled when he was found.

I heard that a DNA comparison was done later, and it was confirmed that it was Rum's body.

Gin, who had already expected this, acted as if nothing was wrong. He was holding playing cards in his hand and was fighting the landlord with Rai and Bourbon.

Faced with Bomore's question, none of the three people wanted to answer him. In the end, Lancer smiled at him and said: "Belmode has actually lived for a long time. Do you know what the secret of her eternal youth is?" ?"

Bomore frowned, shook his head repeatedly, and then curiously asked: "What is it?"

Lancer smiled: "The secret is - mind your own business."

Bomore: "..."

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

He hissed, crossed his arms and said angrily: "How can Rum's matter be regarded as noisy business? Aren't you always not easy to deal with?"

"Yeah, so isn't he dead now?" Lancer glanced at Gin's card secretly, and then hesitated which step he should take.

He put down a Queen of Hearts and said with a smile: "Or, Bomore, do you actually want to take Rum's place?"

Upon hearing this, Bomore immediately jumped up: "Don't talk nonsense! I don't have this idea. I just feel that you guys are weird."

Especially gin.

Rum is dead, he should be running to set off firecrackers, how can he be so calm?

Or……

"You shouldn't have known that Rum would die, right?" Bomore finally reacted and opened his eyes wide, as if he wanted to see what happened on Gin's face.

After losing miserably to a deck of cards, Gin had another small braid tied with a red bow in her hair.

He finally felt that Bomore was noisy.

"Yes, I have planned Rum's death long ago - his death has been doomed since he took Shirley away."

Bourbon had changed the medicine himself, and of course he knew Gin's plan.

Bomore never expected: "Among the few people, I was actually the last one to know..."

Seeing the new addition to Gin's unique style, Lancer showed off his white teeth, grabbed his long braided tail, played with it like a cat's tail, and finally let go I brushed it on my face.

Lancer and Bourbon were both ready to make a move on Gin's hair.

Rai is different, "I am an adult man, and I only want your new cigars. Don't think I don't know, you just ordered imported goods from abroad."

Gin, who had lost three games in a row, said reluctantly: "Cut!"

He intended to expose Lancer, but the two men saw through it and grabbed him by the door and beat him.

Although there is no sticker on the face, if you go out wearing these two braids, you will probably be laughed at.

Several people sat down and reviewed the mission of the Pacific Buoy, and conducted some research on the current organizational situation.

"Isn't it possible that Rum is faking his own death? His bad old man is so bad that it wouldn't be surprising if he faked his own death." Bomore boldly made some speculations.

"It's not impossible," Bourbon said.

Rai said: "It has been set up for so long, and if he breaks it so easily, that's not Gin's style."

Gin, who was struggling with his knotted hair, said coldly: "Don't praise me so highly. I've caught you a few times before, and I'll take your compliments as sarcasm."

His hair was deftly untied by his hands. He lit a cigarette for himself and asked: "Rum is dead, there is no doubt about it. Where are all his people?"

Bomore crossed his legs and touched his feet, making quite a few small moves.

He said nonchalantly: "Everyone got together, and then they all fought among themselves. I heard that several A-level killers died!"

Hearing this, Lancer became interested: "There are levels of killers in the organization? Why have I never heard of it?"

Gin sneered: "It's Rum who likes to do that. He likes to categorize people and things."

Bourbon paused and suddenly realized: "No wonder he wants to work part-time as a sushi chef. Does it turn out to be a healer?"

Everyone burst into laughter.

Now is a good time to annex the Rum forces. The useless guys have been eliminated internally by them, and the remaining people are undoubtedly what they need.

"The boss will definitely find someone to take over Rum's power. We must get all these infighting guys to our side before the boss's order is issued."

Gin said.

Rai couldn't help but look at him deeply, and then said bluntly: "This will show that you are fighting against the boss."

Bourbon was also very doubtful: "They all want to take over Rum's position. Who would be willing to become a minion under you?"

Gin opened his mouth and showed a sinister smile.

"When death is imminent, naturally someone will be willing."

……

The man hiding in the darkness looked at Belmode. The beautiful and charming woman was sitting in front of the mirror putting on makeup.

She was putting on brightly colored lipstick, and she gave it a final puff, showing a satisfied smile.

At this time, I suddenly heard a man ask: "Is Rum really dead?"

Belmode nodded and replied: "Of course, his body has been recovered, hasn't it? DNA has also been tested."

"Why did he die?"

"I think it's probably because he took the medicine he got from Shirley. The success rate of that medicine is not high, and not many people take it."

"The batch of medicine that was successfully produced was destroyed, wasn't it?"

"But Rum obviously doesn't believe in this evil. He also wants to have a young and strong body forever, and he also wants to restore his right eye... He is so stupid and naive!"

The woman in the mirror showed no sympathy or regret, even if the dead person was an old man who had made countless contributions to the organization.

The man hiding in the darkness said calmly: "He has great ambitions, but...that's all he can do."

Belmode stood up from the chair, opened the wardrobe and chose a sexy and beautiful dress for herself to change into.

"Who asked him to mess with that system? I really have to thank Lancer this time, otherwise that guy Pinga will definitely send this system over. I'm afraid we will both be in trouble~"

The man leaned back in his chair, his body hidden in the shadow of the light.

"Then what are you going to do now?"

Belmode played with her blond wavy hair, zipped up her clothes, and smiled charmingly.

"Of course you are going to receive what originally belongs to you..."

"Boss~"