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

"Okay, big brother."

Vodka used Gin's authority to turn on the laboratory surveillance and found that Binga had entered the laboratory and grabbed a researcher to ask about Shirley's location.

Gin looked at the screen and didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but he had a bad feeling. His intuition had always been sharp, and things were not that simple.

"Brother, Binga is quite well behaved when he's normal!"

Gin took a sip of the cocktail in his hand and snorted, "He is uncultured, not uneducated."

In the picture, two outer members dragged Sulli out, and then Binga was seen kicking the mop and rushing towards Sulli.

Then the screen went black, and after a fast forward, it showed Shirley sitting in front of the computer working.

"Brother, the surveillance camera should be malfunctioning in the middle."

Vodka tapped the computer a few times and activated the backup surveillance. What came into view was Binga really hitting Shirley seriously.

Physically knocking.

The essence of it hits you.

Gin stared at the screen on the surveillance camera and was silent for a moment. The cigarette between his fingertips burned out and burned his skin before he came to his senses and put the cigarette in the cocktail.

"Brother, what should we do next?" Vodka was unsure of his brother's next move. Lately, his brother's behavior had been getting more and more strange.

"Control Miyano Akemi. If Shirley resists, do as Binga says."

Gin was in a very happy mood as this troublesome problem was finally solved. Although Binga was a rebellious person, he was the most capable among the useless people around him.

As for his little temper, it can be simply ignored.

Bang!

The door to the bar opened.

Binga was wearing a black diamond-studded shirt with the collar open to his abdomen. The trousers of the same color made his legs look straight. He walked into the bar and went straight to the center of the dance floor, where his hormones were completely released.

"Handsome guy, let's go together!"

A bright-looking woman in a backless, slit long dress danced close to Binga and put her slender hands on his shoulders.

The two danced Latin dance passionately and unrestrainedly. The woman's hair blew on Binga's face. He raised his hand gracefully to help her tidy up her hair. His fingers rubbed each other's cheeks and he slowed down the movement to hook his fingers to tuck the strand of hair behind her ear.

The moment their eyes met, they were filled with lingering affection. The atmosphere of the bar changed all of a sudden. People were no longer drinking, dancing and listening to music, but cheering and applauding.

Chianti jumped up and down to applaud, and tried to join in several times but was suppressed by Cohen. His evaluation of Binga changed from an introverted loyal dog of the organization to a flamboyant peacock.

Anyway, anything related to humans has nothing to do with Binga.

Vodka was leaning against the bar, watching the lively atmosphere from the advantage of his geographical location, with a smile on his face.

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at Binga's dance battle with the hot little waist girl." Vodka said with a smile on his face. Why couldn't Binga weld women's clothes on his body?

Gin glanced at Vodka, picked up the Caipirinha cocktail in front of him, took a sip, and looked in the direction Vodka was looking.

It was when Binga was dancing passionately with his arms around a female code member's waist that Gin suddenly felt depressed.

Vodka didn't know why his elder brother, who was in a very happy mood just now, suddenly became in a bad mood, or maybe he felt bad because he saw Binga dancing.

Could it be that the slim and pretty girl is the type that big brother likes, and Binga stole big brother's lover?

Before he could figure it out, Gin had already stood up and walked towards the dance floor. People who saw Gin took the initiative to make way for him.

Everyone thought that Gin and Binga had another conflict and were about to fight.

Chianti and Cohen also moved aside, fearing that they would be affected.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out and all around fell silent.

The bullet grazed the female code member's hair, and a few strands of hair fell on the floor where the lights were interlaced and disappeared.

At this moment, she was leaning on Binga, who was still holding his wrist. Things happened so suddenly that no one could react. No one thought that Gin would come and cause trouble.

"What are you doing?" Binga let go of his female companion, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth and lit it, with dissatisfaction written on his face.

"It seems that you have a lot of free time, Binga, so go to the United States to help Vermouth catch the FBI's rats." Gin showed a villain-like smile and ordered grimly: "Go tonight."

"What?" Binga was stunned for a moment. When he realized what was happening, Gin was gone. "This bastard! He assigned me another task."

"Hey, why the hell are you shooting at me?!"

The female code member is still confused. She just saw a handsome young man with sexual potential and asked him to dance with her, but how did she meet Gin, this living father?

Even if they were going to have a sleepover, they wouldn't get shot. It was really unlucky for her to meet Gin today.

Chianti and Cohen looked at each other, wondering why Gin suddenly jumped out and went crazy.

"Cohen, what has provoked Gin? No one has provoked him!" Chianti really couldn't figure it out, so he asked Cohen beside him.

"Gin has been busy with tasks recently, Vermouth and Rum are causing trouble, and Binga is taking a month off." Cohen said concisely.

The boss was working, but when he saw his subordinates slacking off and still in the mood to dance with hot girls, he got upset and arranged work for them.

Chianti patted his chest, breathed a sigh of relief, and thankfully said, "Fortunately, the two of us hid far away and were not seen by Gin."

"Hello, I'm Kaviste. Let's make an appointment when we're free." Kaviste adjusted his hair, blew a kiss to Binga, and found a corner to invite Chianti and Cohen to sit together and have a drink.

Binga left the bar and booked a flight to New York. On the way, he cursed at Gin, opened the forum to accuse Gin, and @Rum to reimburse his flight to New York.

[Melon! Gin went crazy and shot at his dancing female colleague. As a man, he has no gentlemanly manners. 】

Vodka: Don’t you feel guilty about saying this?

Kavist: Those are the hair extensions I got the day before yesterday, real human hair!

Chianti: Gin, are you jealous? Caviste is my good sister. If you like girls with thin waists, I can introduce her to you.

Caviste: @Chianti Sister, I am more interested in Binga, please introduce him to me, thank you.

Boss: Send me a hot dance video.

Calvados: Send a +1 for the hot dance video.

Cohen: [Bar Hot Dance.mp4]

......

When he got off the plane, it was already noon the next day, and it was Vermouth who came to pick him up.

"Honey, long time no see. I heard that you beat up Shirley again. Can you invite me to enjoy that beautiful scene next time?!"

Vermouth's sports car stopped in front of Binga, her eyes full of charm. She didn't expect that Gin would send this mad dog to help her. It was really rude.

"Tsk! What a troublesome guy."

"Hot American coffee, hope you like it." Vermouth handed a cup of coffee to Binga.

Binga sat in the passenger seat, already thinking of Vermouth as the driver. He raised his hand to take the coffee and sniffed it. Before drinking it, he asked, "Is it poisonous?"