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

"Curaçao, she is forgotten in the corner of the deep sea!"

Vermouth found out that the man who was once about to be executed was actually subdued by Rum and sent to the European Police Agency.

Tsk tsk tsk, Rum is really confused.

Such people who pose a threat to the organization should be executed as soon as possible.

"Curaçao, I have only heard of this person. He is said to be a close confidant of Rum."

I also heard about Kiel from the code name members a few years ago, but she disappeared later and no one mentioned her again. They just thought she was dead.

After these words were spoken, the room suddenly became quiet and no one spoke anymore.

Gil didn't know what was wrong and thought he had become the topic terminator. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Huh? I heard that too."

"Well, don't listen to it next time." Binga picked up a beautiful-looking cocktail, shook it, said something lightly, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

"Hey, aren't you driving anymore?" Vodka looked at Binga. Drunk driving? There were already a lot of drunk driving cases to deal with this month.

"Don't worry, there's no alcohol in the cocktails. They know we have a mission."

Binga put down the cup and turned to look at Gin, wanting to take off his hat. When Gin looked over, his eyes widened immediately and he asked impatiently, "How are the tasks arranged?"

"I will send the detailed information to your email." Gin said lightly, then got up and walked to the bar, sat at the bar and ordered a glass of gin.

Binga just felt confused, looking at Gin's back as he left, he began to murmur in his heart, he wouldn't be worried about calling me out, it's not something important, he might be afraid of giving him the cold shoulder!

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, Binga immediately denied it.

How can it be!

Even if Gin makes fun of others, he will always think that it is the other person's trash, not his own problem.

Otherwise, they would not have chosen to blow him up, allowing the information that Edogawa Conan is Kudo Shinichi to remain buried in the sea forever.

Ignoring Gin doesn't mean that he will calmly accept being called out in the middle of the night to listen to Gin's words.

He put his arm around Vodka's neck and walked out of the private room. He came to the bar and sat down, threateningly saying, "Tell me, was it because Gin couldn't sleep late at night and was upset that I was at home, that you asked me to come out?"

"No, don't think of my big brother like that. At that time, I was really about to be beaten to death by Rum. I pressed him to the ground like this... and then he pressed me to the ground like that... If it weren't for my big brother, I would have suffered a great humiliation."

"Look at the wound on my face!"

Vodka showed Binga the wounds on his face. Except for being beaten by his eldest brother, he had never suffered such serious injuries.

"Vodka, what happened to you?"

Chianti has always been a talkative person. After Binga and Vodka left, they also left the private room, and ended up hearing these words.

Press on the ground...

so...

That way...

A great shame...

What happened to vodka?

Anyway, the wound on the face is real, I wonder if there are any on the body?

"Uh, Chianti, why are you guys out? No... why are you still eavesdropping on other people's conversations!?"

Vodka just hoped that Chianti didn't hear what he said. If people knew that he went to beat Rum with his big brother, he would be doomed and would definitely be sent to the punishment room.

The whip in the punishment room whipped his body like it whipped his soul. He would rather be electrocuted than endure the whipping.

That was no ordinary whip, it was a whip that made all members of the organization shudder with fear, and anyone who had been whipped would never have the experience a second time.

Even those who have certain inclinations will retreat, and some people will die after just two whips.

Some people are tough, like Binga, who has been whipped dozens of times since childhood.

At first the punishment was two or three lashes, then five lashes, and later ten lashes at a time.

Now Binga has become more tactful and knows where the bottom line is when it comes to being whipped.

"You spoke so loudly that I could hear you even from so far away, but please tell me what you were talking about."

Chianti pushed Binga and Vodka aside and sat in the middle to eat melon, while Cohen, who had been silent all the time, curled his lips, looking very unhappy.

It doesn't matter to Vodka, after all, in Vodka's eyes, there is no room for anyone else except Gin.

But Binga is a peacock, the kind that spreads its feathers anytime and anywhere.

"Stop making so much noise, stop it and go back to your mission. If Akai Shuichi doesn't die..."

Gin looked at Gil with sharp eyes, full of warning.

Vermouth obviously realized that this was aimed at Gil, so he moved away from Gil and waved to Gin, "Since you have already arranged it, I will go back to get my beauty sleep first."

"What's the point of whether you get beauty sleep or not? Your face won't change from sleeping."

Chianti has disliked Vermouth for a long time. Putting aside the fact that her friend is a bootlicker, what she hates most is this woman who speaks half-sentences and leaves people guessing, or is ambiguous and makes people completely confused.

From the beginning she suspected whether this person had problems with his professional ability, as the one who transmitted the information made things even more confusing.

However, when I found out that Gin could understand me, I thought it must be my problem and didn't mention it again.

Later, after carrying out a mission with Binga, I discovered that the transmission of intelligence was concise and to the point, and even a gesture could convey the information clearly.

At this time, she was sure that there was a problem with Vermouth's professional ability. Either she did not understand the intelligence clearly, or she did not know how to extract intelligence, so her statements were ambiguous.

A code member like her who made it to rank B by drinking gin, she can only come into contact with a limited number of intelligence personnel, namely Rum, Binga, Vermouth, and Bourbon.

Rum is an impatient person, and the intelligence he presents is simple and clear, although there may be some problems sometimes. After all, intelligence is something that cannot be completely flawless.

Binga was also brief and to the point. He would directly hand over the refined intelligence to the members of their action team without letting them rack their brains for a second time.

Bourbon is a rat and has never received any professional intelligence training from the organization, so he only has a superficial understanding of the intelligence.

Later he also became the Riddler.

It is definitely because their business capabilities are not up to par, so they are unable to extract simple and clear intelligence.

Bourbon is fine, he's a rat, Vermouth...

wrong!

Is Vermouth also a mouse?

Chianti was immediately excited when he thought of this possibility. He looked at Vermouth with a morbid smile and asked with interest: "Vermouth, you are not a mouse?!"