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

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere fell silent, and everyone's eyes fell on Vermouth and Chianti.

Everyone in the organization knew that Chianti’s mouth was a loudspeaker. She knew it one second, and the whole organization knew it the next.

But she has a very good sense of propriety. There are some things she would never tell even if you kill her. This is also the reason why she can survive under Gin's control.

There was a flash of coldness in Vermouth's eyes, and then she lazily lifted her hair, with a charming and attractive smile on her face.

"Chianti, you can't make jokes like this casually."

"Then why can't you explain the intelligence clearly? If it's not a rat, then what is it? Other people's intelligence is clear and concise, but your ambiguity makes me guess."

"You are always talking about mysticism. Indeed, your age is quite mysterious. If I hadn't been eating melons, I wouldn't have known that you were seventy years old."

"Rum is also a mystic. Although he has a lot of scandals, his intelligence is refined and his identity is mysterious. He is not like an old lady who talks incoherently."

Chianti glanced at Gin and saw that he didn't stop, so he continued talking as fast as he could.

"You are either an imitator or a rat!"

Binga was about to applaud, Chianti's fighting ability was really not bad. In fact, he really suspected that there was something wrong with Vermouth.

Fighting within the organization is one thing, and killing the opponent is another, but before the mission, even Gin would wait until the mission is completed before blowing him up.

Mudd!

Gin, that bastard.

Can't read back!

Blow me to death!

The problem is that he was trying to cover up his mistakes.

Despicable and vulgar.

Lao Zi climbed up through his own strength, but he actually resorted to underhanded tactics.

TMD!

"What a despicable thing." Binga thought so and said it to Gin.

Then everyone shifted their focus from Vermouth to Binga and Gin.

This guy is really bold in speaking.

Those who can survive by constantly committing suicide are capable people.

There are so many people who dislike Gin, but Binga is the only one who dares to confront him openly.

The point is that Binga is the only one left alive.

"What did he do to you?" Chianti whispered in Binga's ear.

"What did he do? He planted the bomb and retreated without telling me. What did he mean? He wanted to blow me up because I found evidence that would embarrass him."

There is nothing Binga is afraid of. He will answer any question he is asked. It won't embarrass him anyway.

You did it and don't let people talk about it.

"Ah, brother, have a cup of hot milk to cool off, and tell me how you can get away with it at the hands of Rum. I heard you've never failed."

Chianti quickly changed the subject. She didn't want to die yet. Gin's secrets were not something she could listen to. It was okay for her to chatter with Gin normally because Gin didn't care at all.

If it is about Gin's secret, then it's a different story. It could really kill people. I dare not listen to it.

"Use an A4 paper and paste the invoice and bank account together. If it is a fake identity, you must also paste the fake identity information. If it is cash..."

Binga talked a lot, and Vodka sat beside him, silently writing down every word.

I don't believe that I can ask my elder brother to pay for it next time.

Gin held up his glass and shook the liquid inside, and all he could hear was Binga saying that he had read it but didn't reply, and that he was leaving without notifying...

Start to reflect on when you read a message but don’t reply, and when you withdraw without notifying.

Isn’t it basic quality to retreat after completing the mission?

Whose boss sends messages to his subordinates every day.

Moreover, he and Binga would start quarreling after just a few words.

Seeing Binga next to him talking more and more excitedly, he couldn't stand it anymore, so he took out his mobile phone and assigned a few more tasks to them.

Everyone took out their phones to see the emails, and the expressions on their faces were like constipation, and they no longer had the mood to continue the conversation.

Binga looked the worst, and it was his mission to eliminate all traces of surveillance.

This requires deleting them frame by frame, and he is going blind from doing this task.

"Vermouth, write a letter to Maori Kogoro and ask him to go to the ghost ship party."

Gin gave the order without any emotion, without even glancing at Vermouth.

After all, he was really disgusted.

I was sick while lying down on vacation in Binga's safe house and Brandy.

This woman, Vermouth, actually sent him such an ambiguous message.

"Do you believe in heaven? Gin, if it were you, you would definitely say coldly, 'You wouldn't ask such a stupid question, would you?' Please find the answer before we raise our glasses of sherry, I can't wait... XXX"

vomit~

So disgusting.

Who would reply like this!

He will definitely reply with "Get lost".

The point is that Brandy saw it.

Bai Lan saw it!

That mocking face, whenever he was about to fall asleep, Brandy would come over and ask softly: "Tell me, Gin, do you believe in heaven?"

Can't stand it for a day.

Even though his car had not been repaired yet, he still had to come out to complete the mission and drive Brandy away at the same time.

"When will my car be fixed?" Gin asked. He had a bad feeling. Thinking of what Binga had accused him of, he denied it but still explained, "I read your message and forgot about it."

Gin wanted to say that he really forgot to tell him to retreat when the bomb happened, and he simply forgot when the words came to his lips.

"Huh? What did you say?" Binga's brows were furrowed so tightly that they could pinch a fly to death. He didn't hear the first half of the sentence, but heard the second half. He said he saw the message and treated it as spam, so he didn't reply!

"Bastard--" Binga grabbed the wine glass and threw it at Gin, then quickly picked up the ice knife and stabbed Gin.

No matter what happens today, Gin must die. He even dared to say that he did it on purpose.

He did it on purpose.

"Ah, Binga, you're drunk, don't go crazy."

Vodka immediately stopped Binga and said, "Don't do anything. You absolutely can't do anything. There are still missions tomorrow and everyone needs to keep their bodies in optimal condition."

Mission first!

Gin took out the Beretta and shot Vermouth. Fortunately, Vermouth dodged in time and only a strand of hair was shot off. Compared with a bullet piercing her head, this was really lucky.

"Gin, it's Binga who wants to kill you."

"When you beat a dog, you have to look at the owner first. If you let him go crazy, you will be held fully responsible."

Gin has never been an easy person to get along with, and his recent vacation has made some people lose their sense of self-worth.

Vermouth: ...No, aren't we talking about the same thing?

Binga: Dog? Dog? You think I'm a dog?! Aaaaaaaah!

"Gin, I'm going to kill you!" Binga struggled hard to break free from Vodka's restraints, but Vodka pressed him directly on the bar and suppressed his movements with his own weight.

Vodka was afraid that his good brother would die, so he held him down tightly and used himself to block Binga, hoping that his brother would not impulsively take Binga's life.

I am still useful, Big Brother won't kill me. As long as I stand in front of Binga, Big Brother should... probably... not really shoot.

If the eldest brother had shot Vermouth a few more times, the bullets would have been used up. The eldest brother was too lazy to change the magazine, and Binga would have been safe.

Gin patted Binga's head and said coldly: "Stop it!"