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

Ryujima Mikichi standing by also had an indescribable expression on his face, looking a little embarrassed, and it seemed like he didn't want to get involved.

How come he was being unreasonable?

Binga was angered by Bourbon's attitude. Now he became even more angry and glared at Ryujima Mikichi like a knife.

"You! Did you notice Bourbon's strange behavior?"

Ryujima Mikichi was shocked by Binga's terrifying murderous aura and couldn't help but take a step back: "No, no."

"Hey, what's going on?"

Chianti finally arrived, bringing Cohen with him from the highway.

As soon as I arrived, I saw the exciting scene of Binga pointing the gun at Bourbon with great momentum.

Bourbon spread his hands helplessly: "Binga seems to have mistaken the members of the base I brought to assist as undercover agents who are here to arrest him."

"Huh? Really, Binga?" Chianti immediately acted like a bystander, his eyes moving back and forth.

"Okay Binga, now that you are no longer interested in participating in the mission, go back with Chianti. You have already wasted too much time."

Bourbon frowned and continued to mock without mercy: "Your suspicion is comparable to Gin's, but your judgment is worlds apart. Why not learn from him?"

"boom!"

Binga, unable to bear it any longer, finally pulled the trigger, but at least he had some sense and only shot Bourbon in the shoulder blade.

Good man, such a bad temper.

Chianti on the side raised his eyebrows quickly, then retracted them.

She nudged Cohen behind her with her elbow, signaling him to come and watch the fun.

This is an internal conflict within the intelligence team.

Cohen remained silent and held her arm to indicate that he was watching. Only then did Chianti calm down and watch the show attentively.

"You bastard!" Binga was so mad at Bourbon's mouth that he walked over and kicked him a few times.

"You actually shot..." Bourbon covered his wound and looked at Binga angrily.

He rolled over to avoid Binga's attack and stood up, "What, did I hit your sore spot?"

Binga's facial muscles twitched, and he gritted his teeth but still wanted to rush forward.

Chianti, who had seen enough of the fun, finally stepped forward and stopped Binga with Cohen on the left and right, saying, "Okay, okay, this is even."

Although the groups are different, if a code member is killed by his own people due to internal strife, the onlookers will also be punished.

Chianti suddenly felt that Binga was quite interesting. Although he was a member of the intelligence team, he did not tolerate the mysterious Bourbon at all and was decisive in shooting.

cool!

"Let's take him back to the base first." Chianti looked at the embarrassed Bourbon with sympathy, and pulled Binga away.

This is the whole story of Binga's depression and anger, and Bourbon's injury and complaint.

In the base, Binga became angrier and angrier, and kicked the trash can again.

This was the scene that Vermouth saw when she arrived.

"Can't contact Rum?" She came over and talked to Binga: "I know why. Rum is with that person now and won't answer the phone."

"But with your conflict with Bourbon, he will contact you sooner or later."

"Tsk." Binga snorted coldly.

Vermouth asked curiously, "What happened between you and Bourbon?"

"Bourbon, that damn undercover!"

This was the name Binga least wanted to hear right now. He gritted his teeth and left, walking straight past Vermouth.

"Undercover?"

The blonde woman looked thoughtful, calculating how to use this fresh information.

As expected, Vermouth's words came true. Half an hour later, Rum called Binga directly: "Go to the liaison room immediately!"

The tone of voice seemed to have convicted him, which made Binga very unhappy. He hung up the phone and drank the last sip of wine angrily.

In the underground communication room of the base, Rum on the screen was sitting on a chair with his back to the dim room.

He looked at the man with cornrows on the screen who was obviously resentful, and thought of what Bourbon had just said, and couldn't help feeling a little unhappy.

Indeed, Binga is too competitive, and if he doesn't use the sword properly, he will only hurt himself.

"I've heard about your troubles with Bourbon."

Rum said, "But your suspicion is groundless. I have also questioned the leaders of the four strongholds that Bourbon called over, and they did not do anything suspicious."

"Binga, it was your misjudgment that led to the failure of your mission. Not only did you kill two members of the base without authorization, you also injured the code member."

Damn!

Binga pouted, raised his head in dissatisfaction and retorted:

"Those people started searching upwards after Bourbon knew I was in the tree, and that stronghold member tried to get Bourbon to catch me!"

"Your defense is totally untenable. Bourbon has already told me the truth."

Rum noticed Binga's expression and remembered what Bourbon said, 'Binga will hate anyone who affects his promotion', which has been completely verified.

"Watch your tone! Binga!"

Rum's voice was filled with anger. "You are eager for quick success and are jealous of Bourbon's status. You slandered him. The leader of the stronghold present has already told me the situation."

Binga's face suddenly turned gloomy. He lowered his head and bit his lips fiercely.

So he was called here just to convict?

After Rum finished scolding, he saw Binga lowered his head and remained silent. He let out a long breath and continued, "Binga, you are an excellent talent. I don't want the strength of our intelligence team to be affected by misunderstandings."

But Binga was in no mood to pay attention to Rum's compliments at this time.

This fool who has no idea of ​​people!

"Once the zoo matter is over, I will have Curacao investigate Bourbon's identity."

Rum sighed again, and even said in a tolerant tone: "Your treatment will remain the same during this period. Go to another place to calm down."

"Of course, this is a mission. If you do well, I promise that your treatment will be better than Bourbon's."

Rum tempted him with benefits, thinking that this was what Binga wanted most.

Binga suppressed the sneer in his heart and remained respectful on his face: "I will make up for my mistake."

"That's great. I'll ask that person to let you join the action team."

Rum's calculations were clear: "You are the nail I thrust in. When the time comes, that will be your chance to perform meritorious service."

"……Yes."

After the screen went out, Binga raised his head, slammed the door and left with a grim look on his face.

As the anger spread, it was already clear in Binga's mind that Bourbon was an undercover agent.

This anger also involved Rum.

He pushed him into the action team as a spy. Did he ever think whether Gin would trust him? Gin was kind-hearted for not killing him immediately.

Biased idiot!

Screw his mission!

Binga was so angry that his teeth were itching.

The action team is the action team! A real man can bend and stretch!

Rum thought that he had a bad relationship with Gin, so he brought him to the action team so that Gin could temper him, suppress him, and avenge his beloved Bourbon.

In that case, he would destroy his intelligence team, and Gin would be happy with it.