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

When Lancer followed Gin's footsteps and set foot on the island, he was warned by Gin to follow him every step of the way.

Because there is a minefield on the island, specifically to prevent people on the island from leaving.

Lancer thought, so it seems that it is not a big problem to say that this island is a prison.

After walking through a dense forest, he suddenly saw a very modern pass in front of him.

The two huge machines were set up several meters apart, with no door in between.

Seeing that Lancer was a little confused, Gin handed him a pair of glasses.

Lancer put it on and saw that it was densely packed with infrared sensors.

Judging from the cutting marks on the mechanical equipment, most of them were scanned by infrared rays, triggering the equipment's mechanisms, and then were killed by the bullets fired.

The elevated network extending to the periphery on both sides should also be connected to high-voltage electricity.

Gin once again proved to Lancer that his status in the organization was not low. The identification card he showed was scanned on the machine, and the infrared rays disappeared.

"Go in."

In order to test what he was thinking, Lancer followed Gin into the door and saw that the infrared light came on again, so he threw the little octopus in his hand.

Unexpectedly, what was fired was laser damage, which directly wiped out the little octopus.

There was also a burnt smell in the air, which was not fragrant and made people feel sick to their stomachs.

Lancer looked back at Gin who curled his lips and sneered, and regretted: "Is it too late for me to vomit now?"

Gin was noncommittal and turned around to leave.

While the system was beeping and cursing non-stop, Lancer hurriedly followed Gin, fearing that he would be left in some dangerous place by the man.

There is no doubt that this island is indeed a dangerous place full of secrets.

When Lancer followed Gin to the center of the island, he heard a murmur of movement all around.

[System: Host, be careful, there is danger here! 】

nonsense! He also knew there was danger! But where does the danger come from?

[System: ...maybe, he will be behind you, waiting to kill you in the face. 】

Lancer hugged Gin's waist, but the man pushed his head in disgust. "What are you doing? Are you scared?"

"I'm not scared...just my legs are a little shaky."

Gin: "..."

Even the system scolded him for being useless.

However, at this time, someone's footsteps seemed to be approaching them quickly.

Gin raised his eyes and looked around, and Lancer had to take out his weapon from the system space again to be on guard.

Maybe the system's mouth is open.

When Lancer turned his head and looked behind him, the big black dog with its fangs lunged towards him!

Oh shit! It’s so damn shameless to kill him in the face!

Lancer was knocked down by the big black dog before he could even touch the gun. His slender neck was exposed to the vicious dog's mouth, and he could die at any time.

But it just stuck out its big sticky tongue and licked his face passionately like a hot towel.

It was like tasting some delicious bones.

Lancer froze and didn't dare to move. He lay on the ground and winked at Gin as hard as he could. It wasn't until Gin had enough of watching this scene with interest that he drank away the black dog.

The dog was obviously acquainted with Gin.

Lancer's first impression of this dog was very bad. He got up and wanted to kill the dog, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, Gin confiscated the pocket pistol.

Lancer's eyes turned cold, and he said with a gloomy expression, "Do you want to see me being bullied by this dog?"

"Just bear with it." Gin put his gun in his pocket, cast a sidelong glance at the young man, and strode deeper into the area.

"After all, its prestige on this island is higher than mine."

The black dog followed Gin with his tail wagging.

[System: Dog lovers. 】

Lancer: Ha, woof!

Finally, a piece of flat land was opened up ahead, and bodies covered with white cloths were lying on the ground.

The strong smell of blood entered his nose, and Lancer blocked his nostrils with his fingers in disgust.

"What's going on? Why are there bodies here?"

"Oh, they are just eliminated losers, no need to make a fuss."

Gin seemed to be used to such scenes.

The managers on the island were preparing to dispose of these corpses. When they saw Gin, they all bowed to him.

The man turned a blind eye and led Lancer into the huge training ground built in the center of the island.

Lancer saw many people fighting each other like wild animals.

No, fighting may not be enough to describe the intensity of their fighting. It was as if they were fighting a life-and-death struggle.

As a killer, Lancer is very familiar with this kind of training method.

He frowned in disgust.

The arrival of Gin made these people stop in surprise, and all turned their attention to the man and Lancer himself.

Maybe Gin could ignore it, but Lancer could clearly receive emotions such as shock, fear, panic, envy, etc. from these people.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the man who was looking straight at him, twitching the corner of his mouth and humming softly.

Their figures soon disappeared through another door.

The vicious dog that did not follow them barked wildly. It was like an order or a signal, and soon the place fell into fighting again.

When the bell rang, they stopped, and those who fell to the ground and could not get up were dragged out by people outside.

The people inside can get a short rest.

"Hey, Gin."

After seeing various familiar training machines, confinement rooms, and punishment tools, Lancer loosened his arms, put them on the back of the man's neck, squeezed him, and asked him.

"Are you from here too?"

Gin took a step.

Although he didn't say anything, he firmly grasped the wrist of the hand on his shoulder and threw him out with a sharp back throw.

He looked angry.

Lancer was like a cat with a tail, using his hands and feet to land lightly.

It wasn't that embarrassing.

He half-crouched on the ground and looked from bottom to top, and saw Gin's dark green eyes as cold as ice, filled with deep warnings.

It seemed that if Lancer asked one more question, he would die here immediately.

[System: ...Wan Duzi, Gin’s murderous intent has soared, the host should hold back and stop poking scars on others! 】

Lancer curled his lips, disapproving.

At this moment, other people's voices suddenly sounded in the dark room with only the skylight for ventilation——

"What can I do if I tell him? Gin."

"You belong here, don't you?"

Without hesitation, Gin took out the pocket pistol that had just been confiscated from Lancer, pointed it at a higher position and fired several shots.

But based on Lancer's judgment, it was probably empty.

This guy is so awesome...