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

Conan slammed on the brakes and nearly knocked himself out, with his face stuck to Kurokawa Yuuka's raised high heels.

"Inspector Kurokawa, no, or should I say, a certain lady from the Black Organization!"

"Hmph, what a fearless kid." Binga shook his ankle to prevent himself from kicking someone and bruising it like Gin did.

Conan said solemnly: "You betrayed, right? You betrayed the Metropolitan Police Department and joined the Black Organization!"

"Huh? The Black Organization?" Binga frowned. So this is what outsiders call the organization?

They called the organization that just for convenience. The sacred and majestic Crow Legion was called that in such a low-brow way that it seemed very uncool.

It's really frustrating!

When he is unhappy, his solution is always simple and rough.

Bang Bang Bang!

Binga grabbed Conan and threw him against the wall of the dead end, then stomped hard on his head.

"It's disgusting enough to see you, but you actually belittled me by belittling the organization."

"Kudo Shinichi, go to hell!"

"Your whole family shall die!"

"Who do you think you are? You are a novelist who can't sell any money, a retired actor, and a cocky kid. How dare you go against the organization?"

"And helping the damn FBI."

"The greatest kindness you can receive is to die obediently."

"A guy who overestimates his own abilities."

Conan tried to block his high heels with his hands several times, but the heels were too thin and every kick left a hole in his body. He could only protect his head, which was the most important part.

"Cough, cough, cough, puff~" He spat out a mouthful of blood, "Why did you betray the Metropolitan Police Department?"

In order to get more information, he wanted to get the answer in his heart even if it meant death. This was too important to him.

"Who? Who's there!"

When the sound of hurried footsteps was heard, Binga immediately stopped, grabbed Conan and threw him to the other end of the dead end, then he walked out holding on to the wall as if nothing had happened, pretending to have sprained his ankle.

Several patrolling police officers saw that it was a lady limping and immediately stepped forward.

"Miss, are you in any trouble?"

"Sorry, I'm fine, I just sprained my ankle accidentally."

Binga limped for a while, turned into a busy shopping mall, immediately changed his clothes, and reappeared among the crowd.

buzzing.

Binga took out his cell phone from his windbreaker pocket and opened the email. It was a report from the person in charge of monitoring Itakura Taku.

"Heh, damn rat, you deserve to be punished for not cooperating with the organization's work."

Soon, he came to an apartment exclusively for the organization. The apartment had excellent sound insulation, and Itakura Taku was locked in a single room in the basement of the apartment.

When Binga arrived at the door, the outer member in charge of guarding the door bowed and greeted him, then quickly opened the door.

Itakura Taku was lying on the carpet in the room, and he didn't even open his eyes when he heard the door open. He yelled angrily, "I told you not to bother me."

"Didn't I warn you that I'm not that woman named Vermouth? Don't try to challenge my bottom line, Itakura Taku."

Binga looked down at Itakura Taku's Taizi posture from a high position. When he saw that he opened his eyes, he did not intend to get up. Instead, he closed his eyes again, tilted his head to the side, and said harshly: "I have no inspiration now, and this software is not something that can be made casually."

"Oh, the organization only needs people who obey. You are not qualified to talk about conditions."

Binga walked around Itakura Taku, went to the kitchen, took out a fruit knife, played with it in his hand for a few times, and then exerted a little force with his wrist and sent the fruit knife flying.

Itakura Taku screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

The person lying in the shape of a Tai character becomes a Da.

His body curled up, emitting a piercing scream, wriggling and crawling in a pool of blood...

The outer members in charge of guarding kept their legs tightly together, feeling that they were not perverted enough to become code members.

I took a quick look through my sunglasses at the bloody spot on the tatami and my scalp went numb.

Suddenly I realized that the peripheral members are actually pretty good. They have sufficient insurance, free medical care, enough salary to live in Tokyo, and food and drink are provided. As long as they don't encounter dangerous code members, their lives are pretty good.

In life, you should do whatever you can. The main thing is that as long as I am obedient and not an eyesore, I can survive until retirement.

Yes, their goal has changed from becoming a code name member to being able to survive until retirement.

"Since you don't want to work for the organization, there's no need to keep you. Just drag you to the crematorium."

Binga opened Itakura Taku's computer, checked the current progress, took the computer away, and gave instructions to the peripheral members before leaving.

It's like a demon that decides a person's life or death.

"Sir, do you want to burn me alive or..." One of them made a gesture of wiping his neck.

"Humph, the security is very strict recently, and it's not easy to transport the body. Let's bring it alive."

Binga was still willing to answer questions for these peripheral members. After all, his popularity was not particularly bad.

Those people he stepped on were the ones whose words hurt his fragile hearts.

The person who was still squirming in a pool of blood heard the word "burned alive". His fear turned into a sedative and he no longer felt any pain. He desperately crawled towards the door.

In the face of life, he didn't care about changing from too big to too big. He crawled to the door and begged for mercy in a hoarse voice: "No, I don't want to die, I still have value, I still have value."

Binga smiled particularly sinisterly, and just lowered his eyes slightly. The disdain in his eyes fell in Bancang Zhuo's eyes, like a death countdown.

"I have an idea. In three days, no, tonight, I can complete the progress by half, no, two-thirds. Please, please give me another chance."

Itakura Taku begged for mercy. He asked for help, but the sound insulation here was better than when he was still a fetus in his mother's womb.

He had gone on a hunger strike, and these people really wanted to starve him to death, but in the end he couldn't resist the temptation and overate.

He wanted to escape, but the guards here worked three shifts a day, so he couldn't find a chance.

I even thought about jumping off the building, but I found out that this was underground!

He was desperate and depressed, and still didn't want to continue working on the project.

As long as this project comes out, it will become a disaster for mankind.

For the sake of all humanity, he was willing to delay a little, maybe someone would find him.

Even if he dies.

The result...he went from being a complete person to being incomplete, and was sent to the crematorium to be burned alive.

Finally, he got scared.

In the face of real life and death, one is still afraid and ultimately cannot take that step.

He is a coward!

What does the life and death of mankind have to do with him?

He is a senior electronic engineer.

"Please, give me one more chance, one last time. It will only take three months. This project will definitely be completed. I promise. Really, I promise you."

At this moment, Itakura Taku had a clear understanding that no one of the humans he was supposed to protect would save him.

He can only save himself.

Satisfy the needs of these demons.

Survive.

Binga looked at Itakura Taku with contempt, copied the data from the computer he had taken away, threw it back to him, and said sarcastically, "Humph, if you had known better earlier, why would you have suffered so much?"

After that, he gestured to the peripheral members and ordered: "Go find a doctor, don't let him die for the time being."