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

Unlike gin, which is an antique, vodka likes to surf the Internet.

He often looks at all kinds of beauties on his mobile phone and chases stars like a normal person.

His methods of chasing stars are relatively crude, so crude that Lancer can't stand it.

Lancer showed off his singing voice during a certain operation, which made Vodka feel that he should be a person with accomplishments in singing, so the two of them became mobile friends.

Lancer would occasionally complain to him about some of Gin's habits, but Vodka was so scared that he never dared to respond directly.

But over time, he discovered that Lancer would not tell Gin, so he would occasionally chime in.

A strange tacit understanding emerged.

At this time, Vodka unlocked his phone, found a video, clicked to play it, and then handed it over to them.

"In the past few days, there have always been interferences in the actions of organization members, and some people have even been killed in the execution of their tasks. This made that gentleman very angry."

Lancer was about to reach out to pick up the phone, but his hand was a step behind Gin, so he had to move closer to the man under the quilt.

The picture in the video seemed to be the first-person view of a surveillance camera installed on someone.

When he was making a deal with another group of people of unknown origin, gunshots were heard off-screen, and then there was a burst of chaos, and everyone ran away.

The person wearing the surveillance camera hurriedly contacted his own people after escaping from the transaction location. He only had time to say a few words before he was shot dead by a gun behind him.

There was no one in front of the screen, so we could only judge that the opponent was attacking from behind.

Lancer looked at the dark video screen thoughtfully.

There is only one possibility that can know the time and place of the transaction in advance and make arrangements on the periphery——

There are ghosts.

After a while, he quietly glanced at Gin.

I saw the changing situation in those dark green eyes, and a huge storm was brewing. His eyes were like the scythe used by the God of Death to harvest life, sharp and cold.

It's better not to mess with him at this time.

Lancer forked the video on his phone, and after logging out, he discovered that the wallpaper on Vodka's phone was a European and American woman with a very sexy figure, wearing very bold clothes, and having a wavy perm.

He groaned, "I didn't expect you to like this type of woman!"

The dead silence in the car was broken. Vodka hurriedly raised his hand to grab the phone, but the steering wheel turned crooked and Gin flew over him.

"Drive your car."

"yes, Sir."

The sound of vodka sounded wilted, and I didn't dare to disobey.

Fortunately, Lancer just made a joke with him and returned the phone to him.

Seeing that Gin didn't speak for a long time, Lancer walked over, poked his arm with a shark pillow, and asked, "What do you think of the sniper on the cruise ship?"

Gin paused for a moment and recalled it instantly.

"You mean, the guy who sniped Bomore and sneak-attacked me?"

"Ah."

Like a magic trick, Lancer took out the shell of the bullet that he had put away from under the shark's pillow, his eyes gradually darkened.

"His marksmanship is very good. I have never seen a sniper as good as him."

Maybe it would be more appropriate to call him a sharpshooter.

"Besides Shuichi Akai, are there any snipers in the FBI who are as strong as him?"

"Probably not." Gin said with certainty. "Although I shouldn't underestimate the enemy, after my contacts on the cruise ship, I can conclude that the vast majority of FBI's do not have the skills of Akai Shuichi. Otherwise, he would not Being favored by the organization.”

Lancer clicked his tongue: "Then, who is that person on the cruise ship who has no fault of his own?"

Gin took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette and bit it in his mouth, and said calmly: "If it's not that there are other experts in the FBI, it's that Shuichi Akai is not dead yet."

[System: It’s not easy. Host, why don’t you just put the answer in front of him and let him copy your homework! Watching you hint to him is more tiring than watching a child tutoring him in homework! 】

Lancer twitched the corners of his mouth, and said quietly: It seems that you still have a system with a story~

In order not to reveal that it was fishing, the system silently kept its mouth shut.

For this reason, Lancer didn't want to continue talking without any evidence. He knew that Gin was very suspicious.

It's just that this incident is probably related to the things that Kil secretly handed over, so we have to find an opportunity to test this woman.

Thinking of this, Lancer asked Gin again: "What are you going to do?"

There was silence in the car. Just when Lancer thought Gin would not answer him, the man slowly spoke.

"Most of the transactions will go through that person's hands. If you want to start investigating from the beginning, I'm afraid you need his permission."

Lancer's eyes were filled with questions, "Who are you talking about?"

At the traffic light, Vodka looked at the passing cars and stepped on the brakes. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and answered him proactively: "That's the third one who, like the priest and Rum, has a very high status in front of that gentleman." A person of high authority.”

Lancer was really curious to hear them mention this person again.

"Doesn't he have a code name?"

"There is no code name, and no one has seen his appearance. Usually you can't feel his presence at all, but the operation of the entire organization cannot be separated from this person."

Lancer's face showed an expression of anticipation.

"Oh, there is such a powerful person. I really want to meet him!"

"better not."

Gin on the side spoke coldly, not as if he was deliberately throwing cold water on him, but as a more serious warning.

Lancer wondered: "Why?"

Gin replied: "I heard that everyone who has seen him is dead. If you want to save your life, don't provoke him."

"You threaten me like this, which makes me want to meet him even more."

The young man rubbed himself against him, put his face in front of him, and asked boldly: "Are you afraid that I will fall in love with someone else, so you stopped me from meeting him?"

"..."

The vodka in front suddenly choked on his own saliva, and he coughed hard.

Transference and separation...is this the word you should use in your relationship?

After he finally regained his composure, his face and neck were red. He observed the two of them through his sunglasses and the rearview mirror in the car, and asked cautiously: "Brother, are you two really... "

"Don't get me wrong." Gin lowered his eyes and stared at this ignorant black-hearted glutinous rice dumpling. He raised his hand and pressed his head and pushed him aside, curling his lips and retaliating in kind.

"We just have a master-slave relationship."

Vodka: "..."

Lancer: "..."

"Didn't you call me "Big Brother" happily before? Why don't you call me "Big Brother" now?"