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

"No! Aren't we all codenamed after wine? Only the zoo organization next door uses animals as codenames. Rum should have no connection with them...right?!"

"Rum is also a mouse?" Vodka made a bold guess.

"Binga and Rum's kangaroos got into a fight, so we went to the organization's pet boarding facility."

Gin rubbed his brows and took out a bottle of mineral water from Vodka's car. He felt that something he didn't want to see might happen in a while.

Because they were not far away, they arrived at their destination quickly. After verifying their identities, an external member immediately led them hurriedly to a...broken yard!

There was a dwarf donkey in the yard screaming like a pig being slaughtered.

An old man holding a fan was pacing back and forth anxiously, and turned around to see them running towards him in a hurry.

"Master Gin is inside."

Gin was still calm now, but when he walked into the yard, the ups and downs of Binga's voice and the sound of another animal, an ominous premonition lingered in his heart, and he couldn't help but slow down his pace.

Walking into the thatched hut built for the donkey, Binga and a kangaroo, no, a man and a rat were fighting each other.

Fight each other!

Binga is fighting a real kangaroo!

Seeing this scene, Gin's expression was about to crack.

"Is Binga practicing boxing with a kangaroo? What a niche hobby." Vodka didn't know the content of the phone call Gin just received, and just thought it was Binga's special hobby.

In fact...he still thinks Binga women's clothing is more acceptable.

It might be more interesting if he wore Lolita and fought with a kangaroo.

"Stop!" Gin ordered Binga. He really couldn't afford to lose face with this man, so he should let Vodka come over by himself. He would wait outside.

When Binga heard Gin's voice and turned around, he was punched by the kangaroo. He went up and kicked the kangaroo, then rushed forward and threw it over his shoulder.

He punched the kangaroo in the face several times.

"Go, pull them apart." Gin couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he lowered the brim of his hat, took out a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and put them on.

So embarrassing.

I have never been so embarrassed in my life.

After receiving Gin's order, the outer members swarmed forward, pulled the kangaroo and Binga apart, and forcibly dragged the kangaroo away.

However, this kangaroo was also arrogant and gave Binga the middle finger.

Binga couldn't stand the provocation of a kangaroo, but several people pulled him and pinned him to the ground and applied medicine to him.

He saw his big son and shouted, "Qin-chan, go and kill him."

"Hmm?" Gin frowned and looked at Binga.

Then the dwarf donkey shook its head and rushed towards the kangaroo quickly.

Duang ~

Hitting a kangaroo with the head is a heavy blow.

"Well done, Daddy's great son." Binga applauded.

The two noises gave Gin a headache, and then he realized that Binga was yelling at the donkey.

Vodka had an awkward expression on his face, and the others pretended not to have heard anything. A dozen people dragged the kangaroo away from the scene, letting Gin forget their existence.

"Brother, Binga's donkey son is called Qin-chan! Is he implying something?"

"Shut up." Gin scolded coldly and said it out loud.

The donkey came back, shaking his head, and circled Binga several times.

Binga scooped it up into his arms and rubbed it a few times, then picked it up, walked to Gin, and introduced him, "This is my beloved pet, Gin-chan! Hehe, isn't he very well behaved?"

Puff puff--

The donkey's saliva sprayed all over Binga's face. Just now, it was still very big. At the moment when the saliva landed on his face, a big arm bag hit the donkey's face and threatened with a pliers voice: "Are you sick? Do you believe that I will make you into donkey meat roast when I go back?!"

Vodka opened his mouth, wanting to say that this is not how you talk to Sable at home.

"What are you doing here?" Gin was emitting cold air, as if he wanted to wipe out everyone who could breathe within a few miles.

"Take Qin-chan back and raise her." Binga said, and then he gave the donkey in his arms two more big arm bags.

Gin's face darkened even more, and he asked coldly: "I'm asking you why you fought with the kangaroo?"

"You are twenty-five, not five, and you will bring shame upon me in the organization."

"Is there such a good thing? Beating up Rum's kangaroo will make you lose face?"

Binga's eyes lit up. If this could embarrass Gin, he would organize a live broadcast on the forum tomorrow to fight against the Kangaroo.

Gin looked up and down at the injuries on Binga's body and said coldly, "Take a bath in the hot spring before leaving."

"Ah? Really?" Vodka was the happiest and immediately booked tickets and a hot spring hotel.

As for the captured Kiichiro Numabuchi, Gin directly threw him to a laboratory in Gunma Prefecture.

......

Binga, who was soaking in the hot spring, was playing soothing music on his mobile phone, and opposite him was Vodka, who had a towel on his head.

"Binga, tell me secretly, what happened to Big Brother's car?"

"It will be fixed soon." Thinking that the green Porsche 356A had already been delivered to Pisco, it only needed to be sprayed with paint and modified a little, and it would be completely indistinguishable from the real thing.

"Really? Are you sure? Big brother has been in a particularly bad mood recently." Vodka was very cautious because of the car and didn't dare to talk while driving.

"Well, don't worry, there will be no problem. I will do the job, you can trust me." Binga assured.

After getting Binga's assurance, Vodka became even more worried. He had a premonition that his eldest brother's Porsche wife was gone.

Buzz!

Binga picked up the phone, saw Bitchus on the display, and pressed the answer button.

"Oh, I didn't leave any clues. I just need your hospital to diagnose that the man died of a sudden illness."

"Oh, that kid is really restless, but he won't be idle for long. The lab has made some progress. I think we can send him to see God soon."

"You have the experimental subject in your hands? Testing the drug? What drug?"

"Transformed? Who transformed? Shirley? She transformed back?"

"What the hell? Say it again! What has Shirley become?"

"Changed color?!"