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

Binga sat backwards on a stool, leaning against the edge of the bar, his arm resting on Gin's shoulder, he grabbed a strand of hair and braided it with one hand, he said lazily: "No, it was Kasasha who did it, it was really well done, people like you who joined the organization halfway can only use it with confidence if your hands are stained with blood."

"Right, Gin!"

"Yeah." Gin put the autographed photo in his pocket, raised a glass of iced gin and took a big gulp, talking without blushing or beating his heart, "Bourbon, if you don't have any missions, go live in the code member's single room, and don't gossip like an old lady."

"Gin, you're acting very strange today, are you pretending to be someone else?"

Toru Amuro stared at Gin and Binga with a sinister look in his eyes. These two guys actually made Inspector Kurokawa's hands stained with blood.

They must die!

Going to jail is a mercy to them.

Just overthrow the organization and kill them when the opportunity arises.

Yes, kill them.

"What's wrong with my elder brother? You just don't know my elder brother!" When Vodka heard someone talking about his elder brother, he was the first to be unhappy, and he was even willing to betray his good brother, "My elder brother is still talking about Bingadan!"

"Eh?"

Everyone's eyes are wide open.

They seemed to know some huge secret.

Everyone knows that Binga was talking nonsense before, but no one knows how he did it.

I didn't expect it was Gin who pulled it.

"Idiot, shut up." Gin felt that the biggest mistake he made today was coming to listen to this female singer sing. It would be better to let Binga sing at home, at least it wouldn't be so embarrassing.

"Vot! Te! Ga!"

Binga squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, one by one, and laughed horribly.

He pulled out a private photo of Yoko Okino from his pocket, tore it into pieces in front of him, threw it into the wine glass and set it on fire.

“Ahhhh, those are Miss Yoko’s private photos, you bastard, ahhhh, you actually ruined them like this, ahhhh, the private photos that are vaguely visible, ahhhh!”

The vodka is about to collapse. It must be a rare treasure. It would be better not to know about it from the beginning if I just watched it disappear from my sight.

"I'll burn it for Scotland instead of you. There are still many safe houses. I'll burn them all for Scotland when I get back."

Binga knew how to hurt people's hearts. Instead of beating Vodka, it was better to burn his favorite Yoko private photo in front of him.

But he didn't just stab Vodka's heart, he also stabbed Toru Amuro's heart.

Toru Amuro now wanted to grab an ice knife and split Binga's head open. How could this guy have a mouth?

After taking a few deep breaths, he tried to keep his face from being too distorted and said through gritted teeth, "What mission did you call us here for today?"

"You are not in the action team."

Gin coldly interrupted Toru Amuro's thoughts. It was already a great favor to allow a mouse to live in front of him. Don't even think about getting any information from him.

Amuro almost couldn't catch his breath, and he wanted to shake Gin's shoulders and roar at him.

Who was it that made him drag his legs and sit in a wheelchair to carry out the mission!

Who made him collect intelligence day and night!

Who made him go and silence the witnesses even though he was lame?

Gin finished the last sip of the wine in the glass, took out his cell phone, glanced at Ireland, and remembered to go and service the car. Pisco was sarcastic about him being stingy and letting his subordinates use second-hand cars.

very good!

take note of it.

The mission is Pisco’s.

So the task of assassinating Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi was given to him, and he was also given an assistant of the same age, Vermouth.

snort!

They are of the same age and should be able to communicate well.

Anyway, he didn't want to hear a word that Vermouth said.

All the riddlers are going to die.

Pisco, who is in retirement, receives a mission email from the action team. He takes out his reading glasses and puts them on, then holds up his cell phone to look at the expression of an old man on the subway.

"Gin must be sick. My eyes are blurry. He made me assassinate the target in front of everyone."

"Does he want me to die?"

After reading the content of the email, he smashed his phone and paced back and forth in the room with his hands on his hips.

"Gin, this wolf cub, is a bastard, just a bastard!"

"And you even gave me Vermouth's assistance. What kind of old age combination is that? Ugh! Bastard, bastard, bastard."

"Am I, Pisco, a mean person who has lived to this age?"

After venting, he started to assign tasks. As for assisting Vermouth, he ignored her and did not treat her as a human being.

It's better not to have her.

Vermouth has a high position in the organization, but that is half exaggerated and is usually earned through years of experience.

Of course, there is also the reason why it is supported by the bootlickers.

So even though she is the person in charge of the United States, she can be called upon for either rum or gin.

But she couldn't call on gin and rum.

Keeping this person around is just a balancing act for those in power.

The triangle is the most stable.

Pisco is old and not as physically fit as young people, but he is experienced. After asking the peripheral members to draw a real-life map, he planned an unexpected assassination according to the arrangements.

To be on the safe side, a more reliable assistance is needed.

Apart from his adopted son Ireland, he couldn't think of anyone else who was more reliable.

And there is not much interaction with young people.

After thinking about it, the image of Binga who was exploited by Gin and was so poor that he could only drive a second-hand car flashed through his mind.

I think the project I discussed with him before about installing positioning systems on the car has already been reviewed by the relevant departments.

The two of them have some connections, so it’s not too much to ask for a favor, right?

Binga, who was lying in the safe house petting the cat, suddenly received an email from Pisco.

There was no text, just a picture of a limited edition sports car, some introduction to the car, and finally a request from Pisco for help. The car was his reward.

Binga agreed without hesitation.

Then we received the mission address and site layout, as well as the mission objectives and detailed plan.

His only responsibility was to cover his escape.

After all, he is old, and Binga doesn't really want to step on Pisco to get to the top. After all, it is quite embarrassing to step on a 70-year-old retired man to get to the top.

Besides, Pisco has already retired, and he won’t be able to get a promotion by stepping on him.

Binga had already thought about how to cover Pisco's escape. As long as he killed the target, there would be no problem on his side.

Send your plans to Pisco.

Pisco, who was waiting for a reply, received the message and had the expression of an old man on the subway looking at his phone.

“Isn’t it a bit problematic to organize the mental state of today’s young people?”

The north wind is rustling, and the snowflakes are fluttering.

Conan led a few followers walking on the street. They no longer had the laughter and joy of the past, but instead looked very heavy.

"Yuanta's parents were so scary today. They really wanted to kill us."

Ayumi Yoshida's voice trembled and her face turned pale, as if she was thinking of a terrifying memory.

"Ayumi, you have to cheer up. It's not your fault," Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya comforted him in a low voice, but he looked frightened. "Besides...his parents are very sad, so they acted like that. I can understand."

"I don't blame you," Conan said in a heavy tone, with a slap mark on his face, "I will definitely catch the murderer and send them to jail."

"Hey, I seem to have seen this car somewhere before."

When Ayumi saw the Porsche 356A running past on the side of the road, she completely forgot about the fear and sadness she had just felt.

Conan and Huihara Ai's faces suddenly changed when they saw the car. They pushed Ayumi and Mitsuhiko forward and urged them, "Okay, let's go home quickly. This kind of car is very expensive. We can't afford the compensation if we damage it."

"After something like this, your parents are worried about you too!"