On the possibility of Gin's younger brother taking his older brother away

He checked whether the person on the ground was wearing headphones, and after confirming that they were not, he warned: "If you dare to shout and attract your accomplices, I will use a bomb to kill them."

The man nodded quickly.

"who are you?"

Binga loosened his hand slightly, but still kept it above his lips just in case.

"We are... members recruited by Lord Bourbon to assist." The man answered shakily.

Binga carefully observed the man's expression, then tore off the shoes of the corpse next to him, pulled off the socks and stuffed them into the man's mouth.

He took out his cell phone and sent a message to Bourbon, with his location attached.

[Bourbon, I found those two people.]

Binga pulled out his controller again, and the drone, which had lost control and landed on a tree branch, rose up into the air and monitored the area.

As he expected, there were shadows swaying among the trees, and many suspicious people were gathering here.

The first person to come into view was a blond man.

He immediately saw the corpse with an abnormally twisted neck next to Binga, but he couldn't see its appearance clearly because of the darkness.

"You killed one of them?" Bourbon frowned and squinted his eyes, trying to identify the body.

"Okay Bourbon, stop." Binga didn't answer, but grabbed the man on the ground by the hair and forced him to look up, shining the flashlight on his face.

Bourbon was stunned when he saw the man's appearance.

"Bourbon, I want an explanation." Binga looked around vigilantly with a fierce look in his eyes.

"These are the members I found to assist us in our work at the base. What did you do to them?" Bourbon concealed his anger and kept his emotions within a reasonable range.

He made a hand gesture behind him that only the police knew, telling them not to act impulsively.

"Why didn't you explain when I told you there was an ambush?"

This reason could not convince Binga, he wanted to see how Bourbon would wash this time.

"You can understand it as competition." Bourbon gave the answer he had prepared in advance.

"So you told them why I was in the tree? To kill the competition in advance?"

Bourbon's face darkened, feeling something was wrong.

Could it be that Binga saw something?

"You think too much. I just thought from you that there is a possibility that the enemy is hiding in the tree." Bourbon looked at the gagged hostage and explained.

Now we need to clear Binga’s suspicion first and let him let go of the police before executing the arrest.

He brought up what Binga cared about the most and continued to put pressure on him: "You are affecting the normal mission. Everyone has come here just because of what you said. The real enemy's location is still unknown."

Bourbon's frank attitude did indeed shake Binga, and he really couldn't afford the charge of "affecting the mission".

"You killed members of the organization without any basis." Bourbon looked Binga in the eye, "Go find those two and make amends."

After he said that, he pretended not to care and turned to leave.

Binga is under great psychological pressure at the moment, if it weren't for killing the members of the stronghold, the organization would not care about such a small matter.

However, the organization will punish him because his misjudgment affects normal tasks, and may even deprive him of his hard work in transferring from the branch to the headquarters.

The man on the ground shook his head in horror, as if telling him that he was innocent.

"whispering sound."

Finally, Binga let go of his neck, and even his lower eyelashes revealed his reluctance.

The man sat up, gasping for breath, looking at his colleague who died with his eyes open on the ground, his lowered eyes filled with hatred.

He glanced at Bourbon, who just turned around as well.

The man immediately jumped on Binga and tried to pull him to the ground.

He turned his head and roared in Bourbon's direction.

However, because his throat had been pinched violently, he could not make a normal sound. Only Binga beside him could vaguely catch some of the content in the roar.

"...zhu...a"

Binga grabbed his neck again, and this time broke it without hesitation.

He looked at Bourbon, who seemed to be also shocked by this sudden change and looked at him in astonishment.

Realizing what had happened, Bourbon subconsciously tightened the gun in his hand and took a step forward.

Bourbon...

Noticing this movement, Binga's suppressed suspicions surged up again, and he glanced at the nearby woods.

Due to the darkness of night and the obstruction of leaves, Binga could only see vague figures hiding nearby, but was unable to determine the exact number of people.

"Bourbon, how do you explain this man's actions just now?"

Binga pulled out his gun and confronted the blond man warily.

"Perhaps it was to avenge his companions,"

Bourbon lowered his head slightly, letting his hair hide the gloomy expression on his face.

Binga didn't believe this ridiculous reason. He raised his gun, curled his lips and looked ferocious: "These are all your people, right!"

Bourbon observed his surroundings with his peripheral vision, making a judgment in his mind.

However, the roar of a sports car in the distance interrupted the order he was about to blurt out.

“Humph.” Binga knew it was Chianti’s Dodge Viper, and said in a sympathetic tone: “I’ve already told Chianti that if you can’t contact me, you’re an undercover agent.”

Bourbon instead sneered, "Binga, what the hell is wrong with you? Undercover? Me?"

He seemed to have reached the limit of his patience, and sneered with disdain: "Are you jealous because I want to take away your credit?"

"But it all depends on one's own ability, right? I thought of a way to deal with the zoo in advance and forced them here. When I was about to succeed, you jumped out and lied about the intelligence. I came to meet you out of trust."

"What's the result? You killed two of our companions because of your suspicion. You knew you messed up the mission so you planned to bite me back to cover up your mistake?"

Binga would not listen to his twisted logic. Bourbon was always like that, saying black was white, as if only what he said was the truth.

"Shut up, these Lord Rum will judge that his trusted men are actually undercover!"

Bourbon uttered a long "oh" in a frivolous tone, "So this is why you are targeting me? Because Lord Rum values ​​me more? I am blocking your way to climb up?"

Binga gritted his teeth in exasperation. Why did this man always bring up strange things? He retorted, "You are obviously an undercover agent!"

"Well, do you have any evidence?"

Bourbon waved, "Longdao, come here."

A moment later, a man walked out from behind him.

The man was at a loss as to what to do. He had not expected to witness the infighting between the two code-name masters with his own eyes.

"Lord Bourbon..."

"Tell me your name and where you are." Bourbon waved at him, motioning him to move forward a few steps.

The man had just witnessed Binga killing two people, and was a little timid for a moment, but when he thought about the fact that Bourbon was there too, and that he might be able to stand out if he did his best, he became bolder.

"My name is Ryujima Mikichi, the boss of D18 base."

He then politely greeted the mad corn-braided man, "Hello, Master Binga."

These bastards...

Binga bit his lip, his nose and eyebrows wrinkled together. He grabbed the corpse beside him, exposed his face, and asked, "Hey, is this someone from your base?"

Ryujima Mikichi tried hard to identify him and denied it, "No, I haven't seen him."

"Ha, look..." Binga looked at Bourbon maliciously, thinking he had caught him.

"I have found four such strongholds in total. Do you want me to call all the leaders over?"

Bourbon tilted his head and spoke with a tone of disgust, contempt, and impatience.