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

The young man had a very strange dream.

In the dream, I was in a very hot place, as if I was being burned by fire, and my whole body was soaked with sweat.

clothing? Laughing to death, I have no clothes on at all.

He was as naked as a newborn baby. Before he could call out twice, he heard the deep laughter of the man who was so entangled with him, chewing him like food.

Chewed it from top to bottom.

Then he woke up from the pain.

Of course, this pain is not the pain in dreams, but the pain of being bitten by a dog.

As soon as Lancer opened his eyes, he found that the big black dog he had seen last night appeared in front of him, breathing out with his mouth open and his long tongue hanging out.

"Did you deliberately bully me while Gin was away?"

Lancer stretched out his hand to pinch its neck, but suddenly heard a man's voice coming from very close behind him: "Who did you say is not here?"

Only then did Lancer realize that he was wrapped in a quilt and was directly carried onto a yacht by Gin.

The man's hand that was used to holding the gun was still tucked at the corner, probably because he was worried that Lancer would slip off his lap.

As for why he had to protect him, Lancer guessed that it was probably because the big black dog was staring at him with a row of killers on the opposite side.

After discovering that Lancer had regained consciousness, the vicious dog barked twice with joy, and then was called back to Bomore's side.

Unexpectedly, he would sleep so deeply. Lancer turned his head and looked at Gin in confusion.

From this angle, he could clearly see the jawline of Gin's side face.

Hiss...a bit handsome.

Gin noticed his gaze, slightly raised her chin, and looked down at him: "What's wrong?"

"How long have I been asleep?"

"Seven hours." Gin's eyes bent slightly, "Of course, in order to let you have a good sleep, I did some tricks."

Lancer was a little unhappy.

The action was concealed from him, and he was even knocked unconscious. Didn't this mean he didn't regard him as one of his own?

"Put me down."

Gin chewed his cigarette and said vaguely: "It's better for you to just stay here. We'll be ready to take action soon."

While they were talking, a group of seven or eight people sitting opposite them had begun checking guns and knife equipment.

They all wore the same clothes, thick boots, and acted in the same way. Under the command and deployment of Bomore, everyone gave Lancer a heavy sense of oppression.

Judging from yesterday's conversation, they should all be elites trained on the island.

Lancer seemed to have thought of something and secretly glanced at Gin.

The man's attention was focused on the front of the yacht.

Against the backdrop of the gloomy gray sky, in the early hours of the morning, Bomore still answered Lancer's question.

"Are you talking about Gin? He was picked up by the higher-ups of the organization and brought to the island when he was very young. He has also been trained here since he was young..."

"He killed the children who were about the same age as him one by one, just like wild beasts cannibalizing the same kind. The lives of his companions nourished his body until he became the strongest killer on the island."

"That guy can no longer be considered a complete person, but..."

"There's always something that can shake his cold and fearless heart, right? Even if it's hatred..."

Can it shake gin?

Lancer sighed secretly in his heart.

Why don't you just get rid of the vodka?

[System: Are you polite? What did the loyal dog boy do wrong? 】

I think the system is eating some messy stuff again.

Lancer found a more comfortable position and stayed still until he noticed a hostile look looking at him, and he immediately looked back.

Among the row of killers opposite, there was a woman with dazzling red hair. She looked about the same age as Chianti and looked at Lancer with ferocious eyes.

what's the situation?

[System: It is detected that the target woman is hostile to the host, but has no murderous intention. The system still needs to remind the host to prevent fire, theft, and attack! 】

Lancer couldn't figure out where the other party's hostility came from, so he could only wrap himself up in a thin quilt and be vigilant in secret.

Soon, the yacht they were on caught up with a large cruise ship ahead.

At the designated pick-up location, Belmode, disguised as a passenger, directed the big man next to him to lower the rope ladder.

A few skilled people quickly got on board the yacht.

Lancer insisted: "I can go up there myself! I have hands and feet!"

"Don't talk nonsense." Bomore passed by Gin, tied Lancer, who was wrapped in a quilt, with a rope, and then threw the end of the rope to the person above.

As a result, the young man was pulled up bit by bit like a heavy object being hoisted.

humiliation!What a humiliation!

It happened that Belmod saw Lancer, pinched his chin in front of a strange woman's face, and gloated.

"Ah! Lancer, you were very arrogant when I saw you last time! If you are willing to bow your head and admit your mistake to me and apologize, I will not consider throwing you into the sea like a sushi roll. .”

Lancer asked knowingly: "Aunt, who are you? Why do I seem to have never seen you before?"

"You brat! Don't be ignorant."

Belmode shook out a pocket pistol from his sleeve and pressed it against Lancer's forehead.

It's lunch time now, so there aren't many passengers outside the cruise ship looking at the scenery.

Lancer gave up on calling for help and turned to look at Gin, trying to show off his misfortune.

"Brother, look at her, she abused me, me, me - hey! Why are you leaving? Gin! Ogi-san!"

Lancer tried to imitate a caterpillar, arching his body and crawling after him, but Gin's long legs walked too fast, and he was far away in a few seconds.

Belmore made a mocking sound.

Just when he was thinking about being reduced to a piece of meat to be slaughtered by others, Vodka picked him up and pinched him under his arm, which was a rare act of cleverness.

"Sorry about the absinthe, Master Lancer can't give it to you yet."

Lancer cast a grateful look.

Vodka! I will never speak ill of you secretly again!

[System: Say it in person next time, right? 】