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

Brandy stared at Binga, wanting to say something but stopping himself. After struggling for a long time, he leaned against the tree trunk and slowly said, "Can you keep wearing women's clothes? I don't think it's unacceptable."

"No!" Before Binga could respond, Gin answered for him and explained, "He has a girlfriend."

"What? What did you say?" Brandy's anger level suddenly reached 100%, "You treat me as a backup? No, you don't even give me a name?"

"Well, when you are having fun, he is also having fun." Gin changed into his dried clothes and was in a good mood seeing Brandy being deflated.

"Hey, stop spreading rumors. Where did this person come from? Did you give it to me?" Binga felt his back teeth itching. Gin was really a piece of shit, and this had a huge impact on his reputation.

"Vodka said that you are monogamous." Gin ignored Binga's anger and looked up at the setting sun. It was getting late and it was time to go back.

The vodka hanging on the tree roared internally.

Ahhh, big brother, please don't betray me!

I am your most loyal brother, Afu.

Brandy's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, his facial muscles were twitching uncontrollably, and he wanted to strangle Binga to death.

But he found that Binga was indeed a talent.

He was able to survive at the hands of him and Gin, but in the end, he was simply exhausted.

Moreover, he can collect intelligence, maintain network security, and even dress up as a woman...

Tsk...I feel a little reluctant, what should I do?

But it’s not so easy to dig into Gin’s corner.

"I don't care about your wife. You can go to Western Europe with me to work. I will pretend that this incident never happened."

Brandy extends an olive branch.

"Do you think I care?" Binga raised his head and snorted, with a determined smile on his face, "I can blow myself up on the forum right now."

"Guess who's the idiot who's been dating me online for six years and didn't know I'm a man? Ah, it's Brandy! Do you think the organization will praise me for my superb disguise skills, or will they think you're incompetent?"

"I'll tell Chianti." Gin agreed, put on his clothes, hesitated with his hat, and finally put it on his head.

Brandy's face turned pale. He thought, "A bad bastard always accompanies a bad nest. Gin has never been a good person since he was young. How could anyone who works with him be good?"

In fact, except for Binga's gender, he could accept her abilities and... her appearance.

"Oh, I forgot to remind you, think about how to explain your appearance in Neon to the boss."

Gin gave a friendly reminder and swaggered away carrying Binga.

Brandy followed closely behind in his toasted clothes.

The three people who had fought to the death before returned to the organization's safe house together.

After the three people left, Vodka, who was hanging on the tree, slowly climbed down from the tree and stretched his stiff muscles and bones.

"I seem to know an incredible secret. Whether it's Binga roasting the 'bird' or Big Brother and Brandy fighting with elementary school students splashing water, they will be immortalized on the organization's forum."

"Forget it. Between being number one on the forum and life, life is more important."

Vodka had just taken a few steps when he saw three people standing in a row, staring at him with expressions as if they were ready to silence him.

"Big, big brother, Brandy, Binga, didn't you leave?"

Vodka's Adam's apple rolled, and he couldn't believe that they were standing in his blind spot.

"Haha, Vodka, you are really something, hanging on the tree without making a sound."

Binga's broken fingers creaked, and he watched the show without coming down to help him. If he had someone to help him, he would have been able to defeat Gin and Brandy instead of having them dragged up like a dead dog.

"Gin, your men are really capable of many tricks. If it weren't for my intuition gained from years of living on the brink of death, I wouldn't have noticed that there was a person in the tree."

Brandy smiled eerily.

Vodka retreated uncontrollably. He now felt that the hiding skills taught by the instructor during the organization's training were not so useful.

"Big, big brother, believe me, I didn't see anything because I was wearing sunglasses."

Vodka wants to ask Gin to let him go and not take him to the base for double training.

That's a nightmare.

"You idiot, go back and train twice as hard, no, now."

Gin was the first to take action, followed by Binga and Brandy, and the three of them beat up Vodka together.

In the end, it was Binga who dragged Vodka out of the woods and asked the organization's outer members to send a car to pick them up.

However, Gin's face suddenly turned gloomy, remembering that his Porsche 356A was shot down by Brandy in an Osprey.

Noticing the change in Gin's aura, Brandy asked, "What's wrong? No car?"

"You blew up my car." Gin squeezed out each word from between his teeth.

"Huh? Are you talking about the German Rain Frog? It can still be used after some repairs." Brandy looked up and down but not at Gin, and whistled pretending to talk to the unconscious Vodka.

"That's the car Boss gave me." Gin's body was filled with murderous intent. The car that he thought his wife truly loved was destroyed just like that.

I don't know if anyone picked up the body.

"Oh, it's a gift from my boss. My boss also gave me one, but it's kept in my garage!" Brandy said perfunctorily. Anyway, if he didn't respond, there was no way he could get his car.

This was a gift from the boss when he got the code name, one for him and one for Gin.

It's just that he doesn't like to drive it out, and Gin almost regards this car as his own label.

After standing on the road for a while, a car stopped in front of the four people. A member of the outer circle in black clothes and sunglasses opened the car window and shouted respectfully, "Master Gin."

I glanced at the other people, well, I didn’t know them, so I didn’t say hello.

Gin threw Vodka, which had the largest area, in the front, and himself, Brandy and Binga sat in the back.

There was silence in the car. The peripheral member who was driving did not dare to speak, the vodka in the passenger seat was dizzy, and the remaining three were too tired to talk.

"Where is my car?" Gin asked suddenly. What he was most worried about was his Porsche 356A.

"Master Gin, your car was taken away by the Metropolitan Police Department's Traffic Police Division. We have already contacted the people there."

The peripheral member who was driving answered respectfully, fearing that his head would explode if he was not careful.

"Send my car to Pisco for maintenance tomorrow." Gin gave this task to Binga. It shouldn't be difficult for him to inform the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Okay, I'll contact you right now." Binga took out his cell phone and dialed Shiratori Renzaburo's number. He cleared his throat and said in Kurokawa Yuka's female voice, "Hey, Shiratori, I have something to ask of you."

"It's like this. My nephew was driving on the road when he was hit by a fighter jet. He is now in the hospital. I asked around and found out that his car was towed to the Ministry of Transportation. Can you help me?"

"Thank you so much, I don't even know how to thank you."

"You mean that case? OK, I'll go over there tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Gin and Brandy looked unhappy.

The peripheral member in charge of driving pretended to be deaf and blind, calling him a pervert in his heart. He couldn't get a code name because he was not perverted enough.

"You, you, you..." Brandy felt the familiar tone, the same words, except for the different voice, everything was so familiar.