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

"Me? I didn't do anything!" Moscato blinked innocently and looked at Gin, "I'm still a child!"

Gin immediately turned his head away, avoiding his eyes.

It doesn't take much thought to know that Gil...

Looking at the table full of barbecue in front of me, I feel a little nauseous.

I picked up the soup and took a sip, then looked at the barbecue in front of me. Tsk—no, my mind was full of Gil gnawing on the burnt head.

He put down his chopsticks, stood up and walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, found a cucumber, washed it in the kitchen, took a bite, and while eating, he walked to the living room and sat down on the sofa.

"Aren't you going to eat anymore?" Binga looked at Gin. After eating these two bites, he wouldn't ask him to cook in the middle of the night, right?

"I don't feel like eating meat these days." Gin nibbled on a cucumber, his mind full of the image of Gil biting his head. He rubbed his brows, took a deep breath, looked at Moscato, and whispered, "Moscato, stop it."

"Huh~Huh~Huh~What do you want me to do? I didn't do anything!"

Moscato blinked innocently and tilted his head towards Gin, making a cute face.

"Why don't you eat? Don't you like barbecue?"

"Shut up and don't let me see the barbecue again." The scene of Kir gnawing on his head kept replaying in Gin's mind. He seriously suspected that it was a malicious revenge against Moscato for the barbecue he had just fought with.

"Huh? If you don't want to eat now, don't wake me up in the middle of the night to eat." Binga ate happily. As long as Gin was humiliated, he would be happy.

Buzz!

Binga's cell phone rang again.

"Your cell phone is ringing." Vodka reminded.

"I see. Really, you can't even let me eat in peace."

Binga cursed, but still waited until after dinner to pick up his phone and sat on the sofa. He saw that it was Calvados calling, so he called back.

"Hey, you were on a mission all night last night, don't you need to rest?"

Binga thought that Calvados asked him to go clubbing. Anyway, the two of them had no overlapping tasks, so it was impossible that he was asked to go for a mission, and it was dinner time, so he could only say that he went there to fool around.

"No, I have something to do. Can you tell Gin about it for me?" Calvados hesitated, feeling a little guilty.

"Hmm? Me? Help you pass it on to Gin? You can't call him yourself!"

When Binga heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched. He turned on the loudspeaker, threw it on the sofa, and motioned for Gin to listen to it himself.

"Yes, don't you two live together now? Please convey this to me. I'm scared."

"Huh? What did you say? Who said I lived in a safe house with that asshole?"

Binga turned around and kicked Gin. He didn't know where this guy got the nerve to eat and drink for free and show off everywhere.

"Vodka said that you were getting stressed out when you saw Gin, so you're doing desensitization treatment!"

Gin and Binga looked at Vodka at the same time.

Vodka lowered his head and concentrated on eating, as if he couldn't hear anything being said.

"Brother, please do me a favor. This is a big deal. I can't handle it."

Calvados' voice became lower and lower, and he seemed to be in a bad mood.

"Go to base number three." Gin was not in the mood to listen to his nonsense. He stood up and walked to the entrance, put on his coat, put on his hat and went out.

Binga didn't have time to change his clothes. He followed in his pajamas and said to Vodka, "You eat, I'll eat the melon. No, I'll drive for your brother."

After we got outside, Binga sat directly in the passenger seat, fastened his seat belt, and commanded, "Drive quickly."

Gin:......

"You said you were driving just now." Gin said, sitting in the driver's seat, starting the car and heading towards Base No. 3.

"I just said this, just listen to it, don't take it too seriously."

Hearing this, Gin's face turned cold.

But Binga didn't see it. He was checking emails on his mobile phone, including one from Yuya Kazami.

It has been confirmed that Kurokawa Yuuka is Kurokawa Yuuka, who had undergone height-increasing surgery, and...her head was not blown up by a football, but by a sniper rifle.

As the initiator of this action, Toru Amuro should bear the main responsibility.

Binga was about to talk nonsense seriously, but when he thought of Moscato's words, he put his phone away again, closed his eyes and began to review what he wanted to get from it.

If Bourbon were to become suspicious of him in the eyes of the Japanese Public Security Bureau, it would not be good for the organization or for himself.

Think about it another way, what can we gain by using Bourbon’s identity?

What do you get?

Information that the police knew but the organization could not.

The privilege of the Neon Public Security.

There is also the transmission of false information.

This is all good for the organization.

Bourbon's identity must be utilized.

If this identity is used well, one can even plant spies in the Japanese police force and remove all the rats in the organization.

Suddenly, my thoughts became clear.

It seems that he clearly knows the gap between himself and Gin.

But... I just don’t accept it!

"Humph!" Binga snorted coldly, looked out the window, and asked confidently: "Kurokawa Yuuka is dead, and Bourbon was trying to arrest him before he died. I replaced his identity, and something unexpected happened. The Neon Public Security Bureau is suspicious of the identity of 'Amuro Toru'."

"Oh, you want to ask me how to make better use of this identity to maximize the benefits?"

Gin's mood suddenly changed from cloudy to sunny, and he drove more and more steadily.

"It's not easy for your five-and-a-half-year-old brain to think so much. Congratulations on growing one year older."

"You bastard! What are you talking about?" Binga twisted Gin's ear and threatened, "Say it again if you dare!"

"I'm praising you for being smart." Gin held the steering wheel with one hand, pinched Binga's wrist that was twisting his ear with the other hand, and reminded him: "The lower eyelashes don't absorb nutrients."

Binga suddenly let go of his hand and looked at Gin with a strange look. The atmosphere in the car suddenly became extremely quiet.

He seemed to have discovered a great secret.

"Gin, did you grow up in Europe as a child?!"

"Well, what's wrong?" Gin didn't understand why this stubborn guy became so weird.

"Neon is not your native language!"

Binga was now very sure that Gin's native language was definitely not Neon. He seemed to have made a huge mistake, as if his previous anger was all in vain.

He even suspected that it was not that Gin was emotionally stable, but that he didn't sound angry at all.

"No." Gin answered very straightforwardly without hiding anything.

Binga took a deep breath, his head pounded and his blood pressure seemed to rise.

"Is there any problem?" Gin was puzzled and asked him why. He was a code member from Europe, and this was not a secret in the organization.

"No." Binga was silent for a while, then continued to ask: "Are you not good at Japanese?"

"Huh?" Gin didn't understand why Binga's attitude suddenly became so nice, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

"It's okay, you...just talk less." Binga learned some truth and became tolerant of Gin's sarcasm.

It just made his head hurt more. He felt like he had been talking to a cow all these years.

"I'm pretty good at Neon."

Gin felt something was not right. He didn't know what was going on in Binga's mind. He was afraid that he would see on the forum the next day that Vodka was not his driver but his translator.

"Well, that's good, you're great, Very Good!" Binga looked out the window, not wanting to talk to Gin.

Gin:......

Gin reasonably suspected that Binga looked down on him for being uneducated.

"My mother is Japanese, you don't have to doubt my communication skills!" He said this almost with gritted teeth.