Ming Ke: I'm exposing the truth in the winery, true and false

But he couldn't calm down at all.

All he could hear in his head was Kudo Shinichi's mocking tone, saying that he was a low-end version of Gin and a gangster.

Mudd!

The beating he received was too light.

He should have stuck his head in the elevator.

At that time, Kudo Shinichi just wanted to take advantage of the opportunity and suppress Binga, so that he could help get rid of the figure of Haibara in the surveillance video.

Who would have thought that his defense would be broken!

He was immediately broken down when he heard Gin!

Kudo Shinichi himself probably couldn't have imagined that Binga would break through his defense, push him against the wall and kick him, hitting him on the head several times.

If time wasn't so tight, Binga could have beaten him to death.

"Hello, I'm Kudo Yusaku, and this is my son Kudo Shinichi, come and see what's going on here."

Facing the unfriendly gaze of the policewoman in front of him, Kudo Yusaku bowed slightly and took the lead in explaining, fearing that it would cause misunderstanding. He handled the situation well in terms of interpersonal relationships.

"Wow, he is the famous mystery novelist Yusaku Kudo, so handsome!"

"So gentlemanly and handsome. I'm his fan."

"What should I do? Can I get an autograph?"

The appearance of Kudo Yusaku diluted everyone's fear that there was a dead body lying inside. From beginning to end, he was calm and composed, and was popular with women.

Kebinga was not affected at all.

After all, he, he, he, he is a man, and a very popular type.

At the same time, the policemen looked at Kurokawa Yuka with even higher regard. In the face of the idol admired by everyone, she was not moved at all.

As expected, he is able to become a police inspector at such a young age.

"Please step back, irrelevant people, and don't disrupt the scene." Binga stood in front of the onlookers with one hand on his waist, but his eyes fell on Kudo Shinichi. His desire to kill him continued to grow.

"Um...that..." Kudo Yusaku wanted to see if there was any help needed. After all, without a detective, it would be troublesome if he wasted time and the murderer ran away.

Binga was buying time for Gin and Vodka to leave. He looked at the father and son with an even more unfriendly look. He lowered his eyes and stared at the two short guys dangerously. The silent threat was louder than the spoken one, as if if they took a step forward, he would smash their heads with a wine bottle.

"Hey, officer, how can we catch the murderer if you don't let us enter the scene?" Kudo Shinichi looked at the drunk police officer standing in front of them with dead eyes. He didn't know who the person in front of him was, but this really brought trouble to their detective work.

"Huh?!" Binga lowered his head, staring at Kudo Shinichi dangerously, and pushed his foot back. "This is the police's job. Outsiders should not disrupt the scene. We will not slander a good person, and of course we will not let the murderer go."

After a while, Matsuda Jinpei and Shiratori Renzaburo came out and nodded, "Officer Kurokawa is right, the throat was cut by a knife, the murderer was a professional killer, the trachea and esophagus were cut open with a knife, and there was no sign of any struggle."

Matsuda Jinpei finished speaking and Shiratori Renzaburo added: "He was probably silenced after the deal."

Binga narrowed his eyes and had a bad feeling in his heart, as if he had missed something important.

The image of Gin flashed through his mind again, and that ominous premonition came over him again.

Depend on!

bomb!

These two idiots actually wanted to blow him up.

Bang!

Binga quickly dodged and went around behind the Kudo father and son. Despite the huge impact, he did not forget to grab Kudo Shinichi and throw him towards the explosion point, while he himself jumped directly out of the window under the cover of a meat shield.

Binga jumped from the fifth floor, endured the wounds on his body caused by the explosion, grabbed the windowsill of the floor below, broke through the window and saved his life.

"Asshole! Gin, I will make sure you lose face in the organization."

Gin and Vodka, who had successfully evacuated, sat in the car. Vodka asked with some concern, "Brother, is it really okay to retreat without alerting Binga?"

"Hmph, who would do such a stupid thing as to stay where they are after completing a mission?" Gin shook out a cigarette from the cigarette box and put it in his mouth, then lit it with the cigarette lighter, exhaled a puff of smoke from his mouth, and reported the name of an address.

Vodka didn't dare to say it, he felt that Binga could do such a thing.

In just three seconds, the phone started buzzing non-stop.

Vodka just took a look and saw that it was Binga calling. He felt relieved that his brother was right. No normal person would stay there after completing a mission.

As soon as the call was connected, Binga started to be insulted in several languages.

After cursing for five minutes, the voice became weaker and weaker.

"Find someone to pick me up. I'm going to be killed in the explosion. I'm downstairs..."

After that, there was no more sound.

There was silence in the car. Vodka looked at his elder brother cautiously. He was making phone calls to arrange for people to rescue Binga, and had also arranged for people from the hospital to pick him up.

After Gin hung up the phone, the air in the car became stagnant.

"Um...brother, Binga is not normal."

Vodka said something comforting, but was met with a cold glare from Gin.

"waste!"

If Binga wasn't still useful, I would have ignored him and just blown him to death.

Thinking of this, he looked at Vodka with a sharp gaze, "Why can't you erase the traces from the surveillance?"

Vodka felt like crying when he heard this, he couldn't do it!

Binga, this unruly guy, caused him to be disliked by his elder brother.

While training at the base, he was clearly developing his technical expertise, but he also learned fighting, assassination, shooting, painting, makeup, voice changing, disguise, etiquette, dancing, musical instruments, and foreign languages...

He is really curly!

God knows when he will be able to develop his technology to this level.

"He... is young and smart." Vodka really couldn't find any other reason, so he could only use age as an excuse. After all, Binga was only 20 years old, and he was 27, and not the top scorer.

"Waste!" Gin was furious and spat out two words coldly.

Vodka didn't say anything when being scolded, but he was crying in his heart. It seemed that his vacation was ruined again.

Binga was quickly taken to the Mihua Hospital for treatment by medical personnel arranged by the organization. Since they were only skin injuries and the impact of the residual force of the explosion, he just needed to rest for a period of time to recover.

During the operation to remove the glass fragments stuck in his flesh, he was still cursing. Bitchus took a video and wanted to send it to Gin but didn't dare, so he sent it to Vodka instead.

[Who is this? He is unconscious but still swearing? —Bitchus]

【The King of Volume. ——Vodka】

"It was quite curled up. He rolled himself into the bomb." After cleaning Binga's wound, Bitchus asked the nurse to push him into the ward.

Subsequently, several waves of people affected by the bomb were sent in, including the Kudo father and son and several of Binga's police officer colleagues.

Because the organization used a bomb to clear traces, its power was not particularly great, and it was only enough to blow up two rooms. Binga was already outside the door, and he found a meat shield and jumped out of the window to save himself, so his injuries were not serious.

It was different for the others, as they were actually hit by the bomb.

There was also Kudo Shinichi, who was thrown directly into the explosion room by Binga and suffered damage twice.

A few hours later, Binga woke up slowly and yawned. His cell phone was gone. He sat up abruptly from the bed and raised his hand to find that the external injuries on his body had been treated and his disguise was complete. He must have been organized to pick him up after he fell into a coma.

He felt relieved that his phone was not taken away by the police and lay back on the hospital bed.

"Gin, you bastard who read my posts but didn't reply, and retreated without notifying me!"

Almost, almost, he died again!