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

The elderly man guarding the room pointed his pistol at Gin's head and threatened him: "Don't move around, Gin-sama."

Ginjiu glanced sideways at him and realized that this person was Zhang Sheng.

There are many capable people around the boss, so this person must have his own uniqueness.

Gin looked at the woman who climbed up from the carpet and stood still.

The woman tore off her disguise, revealing her original face, and her long hair fell down from her back like a gilded waterfall.

She raised her lips and smiled: "Gin? I didn't expect you to actually dare to come here. Aren't you afraid that you will die in this mansion?"

The blond woman walked around Gin, and when she passed by the elderly man, she raised her hand and pressed down his gun-raising hand.

"I have investigated your actions. You have disobeyed the boss's orders several times and attacked members of the organization. According to the organization's rules, people like you will be executed."

Gin raised his head, revealing his dark green eyes, with a calculating look faintly flashing through.

He turned his attention to the study room with crystal bead curtains and said meaningfully: "In that case, let me meet Mr. Boss before I die. I still have a few questions that I want to ask Boss. "

Belmode did not speak, and the figure of the adult man in the study did not move.

On the contrary, it was the elderly-looking old man who said the most arrogant and contemptuous words in the most serious tone and expression.

"Consider your own identity. No matter what the problem is, it is not your turn to question the boss."

But Gin grinned, took out a pistol from his pocket, got in front of the old man, and shot him directly in the head.

With a bang, my brain exploded.

"Gin!" Belmode put the pistol against the back of the man's head, raised his kick and kicked the pistol away.

She searched the man's pockets with a cold face. After finally making sure that he had no weapons, she lowered her eyes and looked at the old man lying on the ground, with a trace of regret in her eyes.

"I am not the one who is not qualified to speak." Gin raised his hand to press the painful arm, and glanced back with his dark green eyes, meeting Belmod's gaze.

"I said, I have questions to ask the boss. If I don't get the answer I want, even if I die here today, my accomplices will not make it easy for you."

Belmode immediately thought of the lunatic Lancer, and put down the pistol with a twitching corner of his mouth.

"What do you want to know?"

When Gin stretched his hand into the middle of the curtain and wanted to break into the study, Bellmode stopped him: "I advise you not to go in. If you go in and see the true face of the boss, you really have to go in today." Stay here."

"Keep your wits about you, Gin."

Gin and Bellmod stood there confronting each other for a while. After noticing that Bellmod was determined not to give in at all, he took his hand back and put it back into the pocket of his black coat.

So, through the dazzling diamond curtain, Gin spoke slowly: "Were you the one who decided to trade me and the Kurosawa children?"

The figure inside shook slightly and spoke immediately, but what he said was: "What? Exchange?"

Just this sentence revealed his identity.

"Hmph, sure enough!"

Belmode stood behind him, her beautiful eyebrows frowning slightly: "Exchange? What are you talking about, Gin?"

"What are you pretending to be? Don't you already know my identity?" Gin turned to look at her, and made the shape of a pistol with his empty hand. Finally, when he touched Belmod's forehead, he turned into a gun for no reason. Got a cold, real pistol.

The man's lips opened slightly and he said slowly: "Boss."

Belmod's eyes widened and he looked at Gin in astonishment. Finally, he frowned and stared at Gin's face.

"Do you know what you are talking about? Gin." Her eyes glanced in the direction of the study, and after briefly returning to normal, she sneered. "Are you out of your mind? You actually think of me as your boss?"

"Ah!"

Gin laughed for no reason, which made Belmod's heart sink even more deeply.

He looked like he was confident.

The two men faced each other with guns drawn.

Gin glanced at her fingers and suddenly asked: "Do you know the name of the virus that is spreading wildly in the country this time?"

"It sounds like you are very knowledgeable." Belmode shrugged, "Although I would like to hear your explanation, but now..."

"This virus is called a zombie virus. Mild infections are through physical contact, while severe infections are caused by bites from infected people. The first symptom is that the hands of the infected person will become shriveled, like a zombie."

Having said this, Belmod subconsciously looked at his gloved hands.

The black gloves almost blend into the body of the pistol.

But what the hands look like under the gloves is probably only known to Belmode as the owner.

"But, what does that have to do with me?" Belmod deliberately pretended not to care, and shrugged: "I don't even know where these viruses came from, and I have never been infected with this virus. What do you mean by saying this? Change the subject to delay yourself?"

Gin hummed: "Really? Are you really not infected?"

"Of course, when Vodka was suspicious, I took off my gloves to show him." Belmod seemed to have guessed something and stared at him with a sure look: "If you came after him, you must have He has a listening device and a tracking device installed on him, so you must have heard what he said, right?"

"Really? If I remember correctly, you only took off one glove, and you probably didn't show him the other one, right?"

Belmode laughed angrily at this man who was pressing closer and closer: "Oh? Do you mean now that you want me to take off my gloves and show you?"

"No need." Gin interrupted her, glanced at her hand, and sneered: "That detoxifying agent has fallen into your hands. You must have used it, right?"

"Oh? You say that, do you have any evidence?"

Gin felt that it was a waste of energy to keep pointing the gun at her, so she put the gun back and snapped her fingers instead.

Several drones appeared in the room, and their dark trajectory points were aimed at Belmode.

Belmod felt a chill running through his body.

Gin calmly lit a cigarette for himself, then sat on the sofa. After blowing out a puff of white smoke, he said calmly: "The masked man who played a life-and-death game with Rum's men in the church before. , it should be you, right?"

Belmod's smile gradually faded away, and his expression darkened.