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

"no!"

Noticing Binga's gaze, Gin, who still had some ideas, decisively refused. Did he want to castrate those who didn't work?

Binga was looking for a reason to castrate him.

Moscato, who had the most ideas, had his eyes light up, and looked at Gin with sparkling eyes, "Actually, I think it's feasible, how about..."

"No, no, we are a formal international criminal organization."

Gin refused again, without even letting Moscato finish his words. Once he opened his mouth, there would be three genders in this organization.

"Gin, do you want to listen to what you are saying? A legitimate international criminal organization! Is this what a killer would say?"

Moscato rolled his eyes with his innocent face, sat cross-legged on the sofa, picked up Sable and rubbed him a few times. He was now disgusted by Gin's behavior.

"I have to go to work tomorrow." Binga said suddenly, holding up Bourbon's phone to check his daily schedule.

You don’t know until you see it, and you’ll be shocked when you see it. This guy works four jobs.

One for the organization, one for the Neon Public Security Bureau, one for the detective, and one for the clerk at the Polo Cafe.

He now regrets using this identity.

"Work? Can you take me with you?" Moscato felt quite bored. He was either following Gin or Binga, or going out with the sniper team of Crouching Dragon and Phoenix.

But his appearance is quite suitable for playing a young and helpless teenager.

"Aren't you uncomfortable lying at home without any tasks?" Binga didn't understand, but he still explained to Moscato, "Bourbon is working four jobs at the same time."

Moscato: ??? (O_o)??

Gin:? ? ?

"How many? What does he do?" Gin paused while holding the donkey's hand, then looked up at Binga. The organization has a lot of tasks to do, and Bourbon can still work four jobs. Doesn't he sleep?

"I have four stable jobs. The main ones are the organization and the Neon Public Security Bureau. I am also a detective and a coffee shop clerk. These two are relatively stable part-time jobs. I have also worked as a part-time worker for a courier service, but it was temporary and can be ignored."

Binga felt that he was not the most enthusiastic one in the organization, but Bourbon was. On average, he had no time to rest at all.

No wonder she is getting uglier and uglier, her hair is flat and sparse, and her face looks like Vermouth. She looked pretty good when she first joined the organization.

It may also be that menopause does not require as much rest time!

But he needs it. After all, he is still young and getting enough sleep is good for his health.

In order to find out the news from Maori tomorrow, he did not quit his job.

It was impossible for him to continue working as a detective, and ZTO Express also wrote a letter of resignation.

Gin was silent. How could such a stubborn person not be a member of the organization? If there was a chance, he should pick up Bourbon and bring him back to the organization for training as soon as possible.

The doorbell rang and brought everyone back to their senses.

The little donkey that flew out from Gin's hand ran to the door. These people, as for me, the donkey, my favorite thing is vodka, and I always give it radishes to eat.

Standing at the door, Qin-chan twisted his tail, waiting for someone to come in, wanting to see what Afu brought him this time.

Binga was just about to stand up to open the door, but Gin arrived at the door faster than him and opened it, acting like the host.

In fact, he couldn't stand the donkey named Qinjiang fawning on Vodka. He secretly changed the name of the stubborn donkey several times, but it just wouldn't listen and was determined to stick to the name Qinjiang.

The name of this donkey became the stubborn donkey.

Vodka was not surprised to see his elder brother in the Binga safe house. In a month of thirty days, his elder brother would spend twenty days in the Binga safe house, and sometimes he would come here to take a shower and change clothes.

The safe house on the eldest brother's side has completely become a weapons warehouse.

Vodka pushed two suitcases to the entrance, then returned to the yard to bring in the things he bought from the supermarket. He also secretly took out a fruit carrot and stuffed it into Qinchan's mouth.

In Vodka's eyes, Qin-chan is a cute version of his big brother who has been transformed into an animal.

Binga opened the things that Vodka brought out and found that all kinds of things were complete. Except for Moscato, the sixty-year-old man, the young people all helped to wash the vegetables, make soup, cut the meat and marinate it.

The reason for not letting Moscato do it was mainly because they were afraid that he would cause trouble. As everyone knows, the code members who were originally experimental subjects cannot cook.

Gin's knife skills were as steady as ever, and the slices of meat he cut were as thin as a cicada's wing. Vodka was in charge of marinating, and Binga started making salads and mixed cucumbers and other side dishes to relieve the greasiness.

The three of them were busy for an hour, and then the sixty-year-old man Moscato sat at the table and started eating.

The two pets squatted on the left and right sides of Vodka waiting to be fed, and only Vodka was willing to feed them.

"Are there any missions recently? Tequila invited me to travel to Osaka," Binga asked, "If there are no missions, I will take Kaviste with me."

"Yes, there is an assassination mission the day after tomorrow," Gin listed directly without even raising his eyelids, "The boss over there is holding Vermouth accountable, and the tasks on her hands have to be shared. And Rum, I heard he is in the hospital, so the tasks are all piled up..."

"After this meal, we need to finalize the report on this mission, especially your invasion of the Neon Public Security Bureau and the robbery of the jewelry store."

Gin especially reminded the two that their actions made up for their mistake of not successfully killing Shuichi Akai.

“Oh, I write?”

Binga still has a sense of the overall situation. When it comes to the mission, everything else has to take a back seat.

He came up with the idea and deployed the mission, but mistakes occurred. It was only when Moscato led him to rob a number of jewelry stores and invade the Neon Public Security Bureau that he was able to avoid punishment, and naturally the situation calmed down a bit.

"Well, you write it." Gin nodded expressionlessly, picked up a piece of meat, dipped it in the sauce for a while, and put it in his mouth, "Don't mess around."

Moscato, who was eating and drinking, rolled his eyes. Gin just didn't want Binga and that guy to go to Osaka together and he had to do the mission alone.

He had already cleaned up the mess for Binga, but he still deliberately asked someone to write a mission report. He did it on purpose. Ha~

"Why do I feel that this smell is not as good as the one I smelled in the morning?" Binga felt like something was missing. He was drooling over it in the morning, but why didn't he feel it was delicious now?

"You had such a lousy sandwich in the morning, everything you smell is delicious," Moscato, as an elderly man, took chopsticks in one hand and a fork in the other, and began to grab the meat grilled by Gin, saying as he ate, "You can ask Kiel if it tastes good. She ate it, and I saw it."

Binga: ??? “What did you say?”

Vodka's shocked face: "What did Kiel eat?"

Gin: !!! "Did you do anything?"