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

airport.

A boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old, with his hands in his pockets, wearing a black sportswear and a baseball cap, came out of the airport and saw a black car. He opened the door and got in.

"Lord Moscato, Lord Gin has arranged accommodations for you."

After the peripheral member said this, he was already sweating profusely.

Lord Gin asked him to pick someone up. He originally thought it was just an ordinary driver task, but the next sentence told him that the boy was a naughty kid who liked to kill people whenever he was unhappy.

I hope he can take care of himself and don't say anything more than conveying his instructions.

When Moscato heard this, he cursed all the way in the car and opened the forum to complain crazily, and @Boss complained that Gin treated him like a worker for nothing and did not respect the elderly.

......

Hearing this code name, Binga, who was working hard, suddenly raised his head and stared at Gin.

This person is quite active on the forum, but I've never seen him. Rumor has it that this code name has not been changed for decades.

In fact, he thinks this person is quite young, otherwise he wouldn't be surfing the Internet every day.

"Moscato? Tell me about this guy. I heard that this code name has not been changed for decades. Is he an old man like Rum?"

"Hmm? Old man?" Gin raised his eyebrows, crossed his legs and leaned loosely on the sofa, without answering.

Binga looked at his dead face, rolled his eyes, and cursed Gin's past and present life in his heart.

But he was always flexible. He closed his computer and sat next to Gin. He bumped his shoulder against Gin and handed him a glass of juice. "Master Gin, tell me something!"

Gin took the juice from his hand, moved to the side, his facial expression about to crack.

"Tell me something!" Binga moved to the side with him, put his arm around Gin's arm, blinked his eyes, and laughed in his heart.

You're so disgusting, you bastard.

"Be more normal!" Gin drank the ice orange juice in the glass in one gulp to calm himself down. He was so disgusted.

"Qin..."

"Shut up!" I really couldn't stand Binga speaking in that tone, it was so disgusting, like he was possessed by Vermouth.

"The code name Moscato...has indeed not been changed for decades. He is of the same generation as Pisco and Vermouth."

Gin recalled a mission fifteen years ago, in which he was ambushed in Moscato's area and was rescued by Moscato.

The two were about the same age at the time, so they got along pretty well.

They had met once before ten years ago, and Gin felt terrible when he saw Moscato hadn't changed at all.

It was also that time that he asked Moscato how old he was, and he said he was sixty-three.

Sixty-three years old!

He looks about fifteen or sixteen, but he’s actually sixty-three!

No, I am seventy-three years old this year.

"Are all the old men in the organization so idle?"

Binga felt something was wrong. Even at his retirement age, Pisco seemed to be working all the time and didn't have much free time.

When Gin heard the name "grandfather" and thought of Moscato who was fifteen or sixteen years old, his facial expression became unnatural, "No, that's a naughty kid, he's the same as Vermouth."

"Huh? He is also an experimental subject? And a successful experimental subject?" Binga was surprised. He thought he was an old man, but he turned out to be an old child.

"It's not a success. His body will always remain in his youth. It won't grow or age, but he accepts it."

"Compared to Vermouth enjoying the benefits while resenting being a test subject, Moscato enjoys his current situation. The boss is also indulgent. In addition to taking blood regularly to cooperate with the research, he can go to various areas without restrictions just like Vermouth."

"So...it's a bit of a bear."

When Gin said the last sentence, he was obviously gritting his teeth, as if he was being persecuted, helpless, and unable to do anything.

He is the organization's Topkiller but is only called that by the young people. In front of some truly hidden old guys, he is no different from a child.

He likes to call people trash, not intentionally to belittle them, but because he has seen true geniuses, and those people are really trash in comparison.

The organization existed across centuries, and at first some old monsters appeared, and these people could be killed instantly.

Although Moscato is a naughty kid, he can hypnotize a large area. Even someone as strong-willed as himself can become a corpse as long as he wants.

The level of danger this person was causing was listed as the person he least wanted to meet.

If Binga didn't want to use Kurokawa Yuuka to return to the Metropolitan Police Department, he would not have been willing to invite this person to Neon. It was too dangerous.

"Oh! There are a few people like Vermouth. Put down your bowl and curse. If it weren't for the organization, how could she, a third-rate actress, become an international superstar? There are so many beautiful people in the entertainment industry."

"Who does she think she is? Even Kavist looks better than her when he dresses up. There are so many people who want to climb up the organization, any one of them can bring her down. That means she has many defenders."

Speaking of Vermouth, Binga's disdain was all shown on his face. He hated people like Vermouth the most.

Why did he, a technician, become an intelligence officer? It was because he fell into Vermouth's trap.

"Well, you're right, but Kavist is not good-looking. There's something wrong with your aesthetic sense." Gin agreed with Binga's evaluation of Vermouth, but disagreed with his praise of Kavist.

"Ok?"

Binga didn't understand why, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He just thought that Kavester didn't meet Gin's aesthetic standards.

But he just thought Gin was blind.

Gin lowered his head, rubbed Sable who was sitting on his lap, and explained seriously: "Cavester is a mixed-blood, and the next generation will have genetic defects."

"Huh? Really?" Binga was skeptical, but seeing that Gin didn't seem to be lying, he was a little uncertain.

If the next generation has defects, Kaviste should be reminded so that she can be mentally prepared. If she wants to be a chicken baby, she should go to an orphanage to adopt one.

Vodka, who had been pretending to be invisible, shouted madly introspectively.

Ahhhhhhh, how come big brother has learned to talk behind people's backs? It's Binga who led big brother astray.

"Well, really, look at Shirley and Miyano Akemi, is there something wrong with her brain?"

Gin directly gave examples and explained that what he said were all facts and could be verified.

"Their mother is of Japanese-British descent, and she married a Japanese and gave birth to them. Does she have a genetic defect or a problem with her brain?"

"And both of them have problems!"

Binga thought about it and realized that indeed, both Miyano Akemi and Shirley had problems with their brains. Could it be that the mixed-race offspring really had genetic defects?

There are quite a few mixed-bloods in the organization!

But Rum's lovers all seem to be Japanese. I thought that his old-fashioned nature wanted to preserve the purity of his bloodline, but it turned out that he did it to ensure that his offspring would have no genetic defects.

Rum: ... It's unfair. Twenty years ago, I wanted to find a beautiful Chinese girl and use money to win her over. As soon as I finished speaking, I was stabbed more than ten times and my throat was almost cut.