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

Binga and Gin sneaked back to the Beihu Hotel, climbed to the top floor, each holding a cigarette in their mouths, waiting for the fish to take the bait.

"Why are you doing this mission in such a cold weather? You are crazy!"

Binga took a long puff of his cigarette, stomped his feet on the top floor, and complained in a low voice from time to time.

"Are you sure she'll come out of here?"

"Well, that woman will definitely come out from here." Gin was full of confidence at this moment, as if he knew Shirley very well.

Binga frowned, wanting to give the current Gin a big armband, but it was cold and it would be warmer to keep his hands in his pockets, so he ignored him.

Bang bang bang!

The chimney was opened and Shirley slowly climbed out, wearing an ill-fitting cleaner's uniform and walking barefoot on the snow.

"I escaped. I wonder how Kudo is doing."

Bang!

The door on the rooftop was pushed open, and Binga and Gin appeared in front of Shirley.

"I miss you so much, Shirley!" Gin raised the gun, pulled the trigger and shot Shirley in the shoulder. He looked at Shirley as if he had caught his prey.

"See? It's so beautiful, the white snow flying in the wind in the dark, and the blood dripping on it."

"Although the uniform you wear to avoid the organization's pursuit is a bit ugly, this place is indeed suitable for sending a traitor to hell."

Binga shuddered all over. He only remembered that Gin looked like a greasy old man, disgusting and asking for a beating. Besides, when did he become so close to Shirley? Could it be that this bastard had deliberately missed the target?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He had waited here for a long time in the middle of winter before someone came out, but Gin ended up sabotaging it.

When he was angry, he never concealed his emotions and gave Gin a big armband, and his hat was knocked off.

Gin's mind suddenly became clear, and the feeling of being out of control was pulled back from him by Binga's slap. Before he could reorganize his memories, he was slapped in the face again and kicked.

Shirley saw the two people arguing and dared not make a sound. She retreated silently and wanted to leave the battlefield.

I've beaten them all, so Shirley who has turned back won't hurt either, although I don't know how she turned back.

This is worthy of research.

Without caring that Gin was still in shock, he rushed to Shirley in two steps.

Shirley also subconsciously protected her face and fell to the ground and curled up. Binga kicked her a few times, grabbed her hair and pulled her towards Gin.

Gin picked up his hat and put it on his head, took out a cigarette and lit it, looking at the angry Binga. He felt that he was possessed by evil spirits before, no, it should be hypnosis or something, but Binga woke him up, took out another cigarette, and asked: "Do you smoke?"

"Get away and don't get in my way."

Binga glared at Gin fiercely, kicked the door open, knocked Shirley unconscious, put her in the trash can and pushed her out. After making sure that there was no one around, he took Shirley out of the trash can and threw her into the trunk.

This time, Gin took the initiative to drive to the laboratory and also helped carry people.

But the two men carried Shirley like a pig, each carrying one end of her to the laboratory.

When Kavist saw two people carrying this person in, he thought it was a new experimental subject, but it turned out to be an adult Shirley. He exclaimed and immediately asked someone to help tie the person to the experimental bed and quickly entered the experimental state.

Binga looked at the busy people and remembered that Gin seemed to be in a bad state just now. He came to Kavist and asked, "Do you have time to check Gin?"

"Huh? What's wrong with Gin?" Cavist handed the work in his hands to Bordeaux, took off his gloves and threw them into the trash can.

"He's a bit demented. Check him out." Binga couldn't explain what was wrong with Gin. He recalled the situation at that time and summarized, "He has a bit of the greasy feeling of an old man."

"Ah? Who? Gin? Greasy? Dementia?" Cavist stole a glance at Gin, pulled Binga aside and whispered, "You can't say that. Gin looks pretty normal. If you want to send him to the lab, I don't dare to take him in."

"I'm serious," Binga repeated Gin's situation to Kavist word for word, pointing to the gunshot wound on Shirley's shoulder, "Do you think he will miss within ten meters?"

"I can hit someone's head with my eyes closed, but Gin just missed. And he was not in a good state at the time. If I hadn't hit him with a big slap on the left and a big slap on the right, and kicked him to wake him up, he would have been like a puppet."

Kavist secretly glanced at Gin who was waiting beside him, and saw a clear slap mark on his fair skin.

I have to sigh that Binga is really brave. He even dares to fight Gin. It shows that he is not afraid of revenge.

Alas, perhaps too much debt is never a burden, and Gin has no idea where to get revenge.

"That's fine. Pull him over here. I don't dare. I'm afraid he'll shoot me. The hair he broke last time hasn't grown back yet."

Kavist didn't dare to offend the head of the action team. If they wanted to transfer, they still had to rely on Gin.

As a weak researcher, she was unable to transport the personnel and machines.

Binga walked up to Gin and grabbed his wrist, without explaining, he pulled him onto the experimental bed and shouted to Kavist, "Come here, I caught him."

In order to prevent Gin from resisting, Binga explained to him, "I didn't hit you on purpose just now. There's something wrong with you, so I hit you sincerely. You'd better check it out."

"Yeah." Gin did not resist. He also realized that something was wrong. It seemed that his mind and body were controlled. If Binga hadn't woken him up, he might have really let Shirley go.

And I don’t know what embarrassing thing I will do next.

How could he possibly say so much nonsense to Shirley? Why not just shoot her?

Who in the entire organization has the ability to hypnotize him.

Belmode?

Rum?

Bourbon?

Rum is a good possibility, but I haven't seen him.

Vermouth is also a possibility, but he is too lazy to even look at that face, but he may also be silently affected.

It's impossible for Bourbon. Even if he had the ability, he couldn't have lived in a single room exclusively for the code name for several years.

Binga?

It's even more impossible. If it were him, he wouldn't have slapped someone in the face in that situation.

After thinking about it, the most likely person is the woman named Vermouth.

Maybe I should be more careful when interacting with her in the future, but I can’t rule out other factors, so I’d better keep Binga by my side!

If we had used vodka instead, perhaps we wouldn't have been able to notice anything wrong with him, let alone wake him up.

Binga, who is ignorant of the immensity of the world, is actually somewhat useful.

Forget it, it’s okay to have a little temper!

At least this little temper is still useful at critical moments.

At Binga's signal, Kavester drew several tubes of blood from Gin and gave him a full body examination.

The results came out and there was no problem. He was as strong as a bull.

Kavist put all the test results on the table and let Gin look at them himself.

"I'm just suggesting, suggesting, why don't you go to Prosecco to check if there's anything wrong with your brain?"

"I don't mean anything else. Although Prosecco treats mental problems for members of the organization, he is also a famous brain expert."