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

"I'm familiar with this job." Binga drove Toru Amuro's old car to the Neon Public Security Bureau to pick up the person.

He was not arrogant enough to go to the Neon Public Security Bureau in person, but instead contacted his subordinate, Yuya Kazami.

"Kazami, you arrested an American named Judy Stelline. Can you give me this person after the interrogation?"

"Okay, I'll wait for you at Polo Cafe." Binga parked the car opposite Polo Cafe, waiting for Yuya Kazami to send someone off for him.

Yuya Kazami always felt that this operation was confusing. He failed to catch Yuuka Kurokawa, but since he caught a group of FBI agents, it was not a complete failure.

But now his boss wants to promote someone from the FBI, and no one knows what he is doing, it's very mysterious.

If you can't figure it out, just stop thinking about it and work overtime, then go back and carefully observe Yoko Okino's private photos.

He called his colleagues and asked them to interrogate a woman named Judy first. When he returned to the unit, Judy was put into his car with a black cloth on her head and handcuffs on her hands.

"Senior Kazami, this person is very uncooperative, be careful."

"Oh, I see."

Without even a minute's rest, Yuya Kazami immediately drove to Polo Café. When he saw his annoying boss's car approaching, he brought the person out and put him in Toru Amuro's old car.

"The people have been delivered. Ah, didn't you have any rest all night?" Feng Jianyuya saw that his annoying boss looked tired, and he felt a little happy in his heart. He was really happy that he was not working overtime alone.

"Well, go back and rest early and take care of yourself."

Binga said a few symbolic words of comfort, glanced at the person who was stuffed into the passenger seat, grabbed the black cloth off her head, considerately helped him fasten his seat belt, and started the car.

When Judy saw Toru Amuro, she raised her eyebrows and asked in fluent Japanese: "Sir, is it in accordance with the rules for you to bring me out like this?"

"It's true!" Binga doesn't talk while driving, and doesn't drive while talking. After all, he is a dead person, and there is no point in talking to a dead person.

This answer made Judy Stelling choke and she didn't know how to continue the conversation.

The car suddenly fell into silence.

Half an hour passed, and the surrounding environment became more and more remote. Judy Stelling finally gave in and took the initiative to ask, "Where are you taking me?"

"I'll take you to meet someone." Binga was still concise and to the point, then he hummed a song, obviously in a good mood.

"Oh? Who are you taking me to see?" Judy was confused. She had no connection with the person in front of her. Neither the Metropolitan Police Department nor the Neon Public Security Bureau was particularly friendly to the FBI.

“Go to God!”

A young man's voice suddenly came from behind her, and before she could react, a rope was put around her neck.

Judy had difficulty breathing and leaned back, trying to adjust the position of the seat. However, her hands were still handcuffed, making it difficult for her to move, and she missed the opportunity.

Click!

The sound of bones breaking echoed in the car, and then there was no sound. Judy Stelling stopped struggling and her expression was hideous, as if she had a nightmare in her sleep.

"When did you come?" Binga was a little surprised. He had the impression that he came here alone, so how come Moscato suddenly showed up?

"I got on the car with you, didn't you notice?" Moscato asked, but immediately explained, "Oh, I took a nap."

As he spoke, he gestured with his hands, indicating that he could lie down in the back seat and sleep.

Binga took a look through the rearview mirror. Wow, there were small pillows and quilts. Everything was fully prepared.

"do you died?"

"Don't worry, I'll make her die at three o'clock. She will definitely not live past three o'clock and one minute."

Moscato made an OK gesture, confident in his own skills.

Akai Shuichi, who was still squatting on the highway and blowing the cold wind, looked at Keel who was blocking the road. He silently put the last cigarette in his mouth and lit it, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said helplessly: "Do you want to wait in the car together? Aren't you cold?"

"If you feel it's too cold, just urge your Touzi. I only need your head. If you really have no other choice, I can only make an exception."

Kiel shrugged and said that she also wanted to go deeper into the undercover organization and climb to a more central position.

But she didn't know that if she followed Gin's path, she could only work under Gin and could never bypass him. After all, if you fail to complete the mission in the organization, you will be executed, but Gin will save his own people.

Of course, there is a price to pay for being protected.

Vodka saw the essence of the matter and knew its own strengths and weaknesses, so it clung to Gin's thighs.

It’s just that some people can see through it and some can’t.

Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many factions in the organization.

The rats that have crawled into the organization don’t know this, mainly because they think the organization is too scary. In fact, it is just a working model.

Karasuma Renya is the biggest boss of the company, Gin and Rum are the regional leaders, and the people below are basically workers whose purpose is to make money and then spend it happily.

The rats that crawl into the organization are equivalent to those sent by the opponents. They desperately want to get close to the core of the company and steal the secrets of the organization. Their purpose is not to make money, but to get in touch with the core and destroy the entire company.

After Akai Shuichi finished his last cigarette, he called Tooru again. Hearing the impatient voice on the other end, he tried to use a gentle tone to ask, "When will the head be delivered, dear second brother?"

"You're sick, aren't you? If you're sick, go get yourself a brain transplant.... Go to locker No. 73 at XXX station in fifteen minutes to get it. The combination is four zeros."

After being scolded, Akai Shuichi felt relieved. He hung up the phone and looked at Kil in a good mood.

"Locker No. 73 at XXX Station, combination four zeros, can I leave now?"

Kiel rode his motorcycle away from Akai Shuichi. He felt that this man was a little sick in the brain. He could smile so brightly even after being scolded. He must be sick in the brain.

It was not known whether Shuichi Akai trusted Toru Amuro too much or was simply too confident in himself, so he did not follow Kil to get the head.

After catching up with Gere's motorcycle, he said to her: "Before you destroy your face, remember to take a photo and send it to me. I want to mourn for this brother."

After saying that, he drove away.

After getting the things, Kiel went home first. He opened the box and found a woman's head inside. He thought that there are still differences between men and women.

But Gin wouldn't touch it and check it, that would be too perverted.

I took a photo with my mobile phone and then started to process the head. I poured gasoline on it and started burning it until it was beyond recognition. I then stopped and put it back in the box.

Remembering that he had not sent the picture just now, he immediately picked up his phone and sent the picture to Akai Shuichi, then took the head to the organization's base.

In order to make herself look more miserable, she did not treat the wounds on her body, especially the wounds on her face, which she deliberately aggravated with makeup.

Several people who were having breakfast at the organization's base were waiting to join up with Kiel.

The others were fine, but Moscato took a bite of the sandwich and started frowning. He was picky and said, "Where did you buy this sandwich? It's so disgusting. How can you eat this kind of crap?"

When Vodka heard Moscato's criticism, he was about to break apart. This was a sandwich he made himself, so it couldn't be bad. It was obviously delicious.

Just when he looked at his eldest brother, he found an expression of approval on his eldest brother's face, and the vodka was about to break.

The sandwich he made himself was disliked by his eldest brother.

On the other side, Akai Shuichi, who was in a good mood, had just come out of the convenience store to buy cigarettes. He returned to the car, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He heard the notification sound of his mobile phone and clicked on the message to check.