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

The corner where the sound originally came from suddenly fell into silence.

Lancer tilted his head and was about to take a closer look when he suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind him.

He and Gin turned around at the same time, and saw a tall, thin man wearing black clothing appearing from behind them, with a gun on his waist.

He looked to be in his early thirties. He ran his hand wearing a short glove through his messy hair, and then waved to Lancer.

"Hello, awesome big cat!"

Lancer frowned, his eyes slightly disgusted.

Why does this person randomly give people nicknames?

As soon as he finished smiling at Lancer, he looked at Gin again and moved closer to the man.

"You wouldn't mind lending me your little brother for a while, right?"

The bold man also took off the top hat on Gin's head, twisted a strand of silver hair hanging on his shoulders, and smiled provocatively with his white teeth.

"Hey." Lancer called him dissatisfied. The man looked down at him, only to find that the gun originally attached to his waist had been in Lancer's hand.

"Since this matter has something to do with me, shouldn't you ask me personally?"

The gun was pointed at this guy. The man was a little surprised. He waved his hands repeatedly and stepped back: "Oh! I didn't expect you to be quite popular. However, guns are not something that everyone can play with-"

"Bang!" Lancer shot him without hesitation.

You can tell that the shot was empty by the sound of the bullet hitting the wall.

Lancer discovered that the man had dodged as soon as he pulled the trigger, and dodged very quickly. His skills showed that he had been trained for a long time.

What kind of monster is this...

The other party landed next to Lancer in the next step, took the gun back lightly, and put it back into the butt.

He smiled and said: "You are really not simple! Gin, where did you find him? If you want to send him to the training camp, you might as well leave it to me to 'take care of' him!"

Of course, this is not a good thing to say.

Lancer couldn't help but look at Gin beside him, and began to figure out his purpose of bringing him here.

And Gin, who seemed to have guessed his thoughts, looked down at him for a moment and stretched out his hand towards the man.

The other party threw the top hat in his hand back to Gin and whistled.

While Gin put on his hat again, he said in a deep voice: "I have a mission to come to you this time, and it has nothing to do with matters on the island..."

"Beaumore."

On the highest observation deck on the island, Bomore climbed onto the platform with the telescope like a monkey, looked in a certain direction for a long time, and muttered something.

Lancer couldn't get used to his hard-to-speak accent, because after he came outside, he discovered that Bomore was a mixed race, and he would occasionally say some strange words in his mouth.

"Gin, why is he here? Judging from the code name, he should be a key member of the organization, right?"

"Ah."

Maybe because he felt a little cold, Gin wrapped his coat around him.

Suddenly a body came close to him. Gin moved to the side with a cold eye, but the young man was attracted to it like a magnet and pressed against it again.

Gin shot a glare at him, and Lancer reluctantly took a small step to the side.

"It's so stingy to be the boss of someone else's family..."

"Huh? Dad? What dad?"

Bomore finally jumped down from the observation deck. With his ears empty, he heard Lancer's muttering and couldn't help but admire Gin with admiration: "Awesome! You were a single man last time we met, and you have a child after a few months. !”

He paused, as if he finally realized something was wrong.

"Did I hear it wrong? Hey! It's not important anymore!"

Gin blew out a puff of cigarette smoke into Bomore's face, who choked and sneezed several times, and quickly stepped back to ensure his safety.

"How's it going? Are you sure?"

Putting away his cynical attitude, Bomore leaned on the fence on the top floor and looked towards the distant sky.

"If your intelligence is reliable, then the cruise ship will definitely pass through the bay here when it goes to its destination. It is indeed the most convenient way to bring people from the nearest island to blend into the cruise ship and kill the target."

Bomore added, "If anyone can pick it up."

Gin said: "I've asked Vodka and Belmod to prepare it."

Just when Bomore was about to say something, Lancer couldn't help but complain: "If Vodka's brain leaves your mind, it shouldn't be able to turn around, right?"

"..."

"If you compare other people to mannequin dolls that move only when they are wound up, then the vodka clockwork is definitely the kind that is rusty and cannot be turned."

Bomore laughed mercilessly.

And the next moment, Gin didn't want to throw them away, and turned back towards the stairs.

"Where are you going? Gin?"

Unfortunately, Gin had no intention of answering him and left alone.

Suddenly, a hand was put on Lancer's shoulder, and Bomore approached him in a familiar manner, trying to persuade Lancer not to be too angry.

"Don't look at him like that, but anyone who gets his approval is taken care of by him!"

"Huh?" Lancer thought carefully.

It seems that except for vodka, Gin treats everyone equally.

Including myself...

Bomore said: "With a personality like Gin, generally speaking, one would look down on a brainless fool like Vodka."

As if he had a personal grudge, Bomore enunciated the word idiot very clearly.

He changed his tone and sighed quietly: "But who asked Vodka to save his life and then be completely devoted to him?"

Lancer twitched the corners of his mouth and emphasized angrily: "That's called loyalty! Only lovers can use such ambiguous words!"

[System: Yo! You're in a hurry, you're in a hurry! The aloof boss and loyal dog subordinates are also very good to eat~]

Sooner or later, the ashes of this system will be raised!

Bomore waved his hand nonchalantly, "Oh! It all means the same thing!"

Unable to stand his lack of education and the bone-chilling cold wind in the early morning, Lancer prepared to go back indoors to keep warm.

Before leaving, he asked Bomore one last question.

"Did Gin really stay here before?"

In the temporary lounge——

A lot of wall coverings had fallen off the damp walls, and there was only a bed, table and chairs in the small room.

The glass on the window might be a little loose, and it was shaking in the wind and making a tiny crackling sound.

Let the already restless night be ruined by this insignificant tremor as it comes to an end.

Gin put his coat in front of him and smoked cigarettes until his fingers were burned.

Only then did he realize that he had been distracted for a long time.

There was a quiet sound outside the door. The sneaky young man climbed onto the bed on his hands and knees, lifted up the coat covering him, and squeezed in. The two of them sat side by side.

Gin's mood was still as indifferent as before.

"There's still room nearby, stay away from me."

"Why are you so angry? It's such a cold day, so of course it's warmer if two people stay close together."

[System: Ouch! Look what I got! 】

Gin couldn't drive people away, and he was too lazy to move. The young man inevitably squealed: "Look, you still say you don't have me in your heart? You can't even bear to drive me away."

Gin snorted.

"You'd better make sure there's no next time."