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

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A USB flash drive fell out of Conan's trouser pocket. Vodka picked it up, tore Conan's trousers into pieces and threw them aside. He then checked his body again, even cracking his teeth a few times. After making sure that there was nothing hidden, he handed the USB flash drive to Gin.

"Brother, I've checked everything, and there's only this one."

"Well, retreat." Gin was very satisfied. The progress was faster than he expected.

"How do we deal with this little devil?" asked Vodka.

"Tie a time bomb on him." Gin thought of Shirley, the experimental subject. It wouldn't be a big deal if one of them died. After all, it was the experimental subject who asked for death, and it wasn't Gin who wanted to kill him.

The members of the action team tied the extra bombs on Conan and then hung him on a tree.

After doing all this, retreat quickly.

Gin tapped the headset a few times and said coldly, "Retreat."

After receiving the message, Binga directed a group of people to move closer to the shore of the island.

They encountered several times people from official organizations who tried to kill them, but the people from the forest combat organization were too advantageous. The code-named members who were able to survive were those who had survived countless times in the organization's wilderness survival operations.

Except for the initial discomfort, I had already adapted after more than 20 days, and there were also helicopter supplies.

It can be said that except for the lack of conditions for washing, they have no shortage of ammunition or food.

Vodka has replaced more than a dozen of the cannons he carries.

But Gin never met Akai Shuichi from beginning to end.

At this time, Shuichi Akai was looking for Conan. He felt a little guilty about bringing him out but not being able to take him back.

But they were going in the wrong direction, moving in an S shape towards the outskirts of the island.

......

monitoring room.

Binga leaned back on the sofa with his legs on the table, enjoying Brandy's leg massage service. He stared at the picture on the screen with anti-blue light glasses. During this period, he and Brandy took turns monitoring the black and white.

The map of this island has also been completed to 70%.

"Brandy, take a rest. They will be out tomorrow morning. We will send someone to the shore to meet them tonight."

I couldn't tell you how comfortable I had these twenty days in Binga, with the best food and the highest level of management service, and there was nothing to do except work.

It would be great if someone could help share the burden.

"No, it's just for these two days. We can have a good rest when they come back."

Brandy decisively declined, what a joke, who would sleep with him when he has a girlfriend.

"Oh, thank you for your hard work. Open your mouth. Ah~" Binga forked a piece of cut strawberry and put it to Brandy's mouth.

Brandy happily ate the strawberries his girlfriend fed him, and he felt like he was floating in the air.

"Glass, when Gin comes back I'll tell him, how about letting you stay in Western Europe?"

Brandy started trying to persuade his girlfriend to stay in Western Europe so that he could see Glass every day when he woke up.

"Okay, as long as Gin agrees." Binga had a lazy cat expression on his face and sneered in his heart. He wanted to climb to the highest Binga, so how could he stay here and eat and wait to die.

No one could stop him from stepping on Gin.

Ask why you don't step on Brandy.

He still has some conscience. He would rather cheat people of their money and sex than of their lives.

Even if he is just a bootlicker, he is still his dog, so naturally he has to take care of him.

While Binga was playing the role of a girlfriend with whom she shared a deep connection, she also kept an eye on the changes on the screen.

"Boss, it's bad. The sea area around that island has changed. It might... disappear early." A member of the organization ran over breathlessly to report.

Brandy, who had been tough and tender just now, glanced at the report sharply and directed the action team to send out helicopters and ships for support.

Binga immediately contacted Gin, informing them of the information that the island had been swallowed by the sea in advance, and urged them to reach the shore as soon as possible.

After receiving the instructions, Gin gave up his original plan to rest for a few hours and ordered everyone, "I just received intelligence. Evacuate quickly. This island will soon disappear in this sea."

All members of the action team stood up and ran towards the edge of the island in a well-trained manner. Even the frail researcher ran as fast as the wind.

"Medicine, did you bring that kind of medicine? Hold it in your hand and inject it at any time." Chivas reminded that for a wilderness survival mission like this, several people can provide supplies, and they must have brought medicine to enhance body functions.

This medicine will overdraw physical strength in advance, making people temporarily forget their fatigue, but they will have to lie in bed for several days to rest before they can recover.

It has little impact on the body. Although it is a niche product, it is widely popular, especially when performing tasks that require long-term physical exertion. Everyone will carry a few with them.

Everyone in the action team quickly found the potions and put them in clothing bags within easy reach. The person closest to Chivas handed one to him.

"Speed up, the ship can't get close anymore, put on your life jackets, Brandy will send a helicopter to pick you up in the air."

A serious female voice came from the headset, and planned the shortest route for them.

The sea water around the island began to boil, and several waves rolled up, trying to swallow the island.

The azure blue water had turned into a deep black, covering the entire island and ready to pull it to the bottom of the sea at any moment.

Gin found that the water on the ground had already covered his shoes, and shouted to the others, "Get up the tree and fire the signal gun."

Vodka climbed up the tallest and thickest tree with his hands and feet, and frantically @Binga in the headset, "Quick, brother, where is the rescue? We are almost at the shore, but the waves are coming over now, what should we do?"

"I saw your signal gun. Fire again in three minutes." Binga sat in the helicopter, constantly pinpointing their position on the computer.

"Is the rope long enough?" asked Brandy.

"That's enough, Master Brandy."

"Brandy, get closer. We are still a little short of being directly above them. Get the helicopters behind ready."

Binga tapped away at the keyboard until the red and green cursors overlapped on the computer screen and yelled, "Right here, Vodka, fire the flare gun, grab the rope."

Seeing the location of the signal gun, the organization members threw down a rope tied with a flashlight and a heavy object.

When the members of the action team saw the rope, they quickly grabbed it and climbed up in groups of two.

Then another glowing rope came over, and Vodka and Gin grabbed it and climbed up one after another.

But before they had climbed up for long, a huge wave hit them, as if something was trying to suck them back.

Vodka held on to the rope tightly, while Gin continued to climb up, feeling safe only after grabbing the ladder.

The rest of the team had already put on life jackets and had been injected with medicine, so they wouldn't get tired while holding onto the tree, but it wouldn't be too good either.

Several more helicopters passed by at high altitude, and only two people were unfortunately swept away by the waves and then swallowed by a giant beast. All the others were rescued.

The most fortunate person was Chivas, who was a researcher and the first person to grab the rope and did not experience the waves.

"I told you you could, Gin. Let's have a drink when we get back." Brandy gave Gin the organization's signature smile.

People from other official agencies were not so lucky. They underestimated the danger of going to the island and were not fully prepared. The huge waves hit and their boat capsized.

The organization only lost a few ships. They just placed the ships on the sea without any living people driving them. After all, the people who were selected to go to the island could drive various tools, and they could even drive a helicopter.

The survivor who was rescued by Conan felt no fear but anger at the last moment when he was swallowed by the sea, and he cursed the FBI as much as possible.

They said they would save him, but he still died, drowned.