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

Gin's eyebrows throbbed as he listened to the Boss's words, which were without any questioning but full of murderous intent.

This woman, Vermouth, only spoke half of the story. The Boss must have known about this call.

However, it is not necessary to put Vermouth to death, but it is certain that Binga did it.

"Boss, Binga has a mental problem. He... said that bullets can turn. I think he thought Vermouth was something. If he really wanted to kill Vermouth, he wouldn't have taken him away from the explosion site."

After these words came out, the other party fell silent. Gin heard that Boss had no intention of speaking, so he continued: "I have sent him to the organization's training base to recuperate for two years in the name of learning bomb knowledge."

"Okay, I understand," the person on the other end of the phone paused and reminded, "Say hello to the instructor at the base. Binga doesn't need to confiscate electronic devices."

"Yes, Boss!"

After hanging up the phone, Gin realized that the matter was over, and he felt that Binga had some metaphysical knowledge. The disease came just in time, otherwise he would have been seriously injured even if he hadn't died.

"Ah, so Big Brother knew that Binga was in trouble, so he sent him to the base to learn how to avoid trouble from the Americans!"

Vodka had an expression of sudden enlightenment and kept flattering me.

"As expected of you, Big Brother. You already guessed this. I knew Big Brother wouldn't do anything without a purpose."

Gin gave Vodka a cold look, but Vodka was so insensitive that he didn't notice it at all and continued chattering.

"Shut up!"

Vodka shut up instantly. When the eldest brother told you to shut up, you had to shut up immediately.

Binga, who was completely unaware of the situation, was still busy with internal affairs in the hospital, his fingers typing away at the keyboard rapidly. Putting the facial recognition system aside for the time being, he would develop the navigation system first, as well as the mobile phone positioning system. These should be popularized in both the car and the mobile phone as soon as possible.

Binga had just fallen asleep after staying up all night when he heard some noise. He opened his eyes impatiently and saw a doctor and several organization instructors in combat uniforms standing in front of his bed.

At this moment, he was at a loss.

Feeling that he was getting stronger, he closed his eyes again, and opened them again after a minute.

The doctor who had been warned by Gin smiled awkwardly at the organization instructor: "Hehe, hehe, that...you all saw it."

The organization instructors looked at each other and felt that it was a bit tricky. When Gin informed them, he specifically reminded them that this person was sick and mentally ill, but they still didn't believe it. In this situation now, it seems that what Gin said was too light.

"I'm Ya Luo, the instructor of the second group of the third training base. We are here to pick you up under the order of the chief instructor. For the sake of caring for the patient, you can bring all your electronic devices into the base, but they must be monitored in real time."

"what?"

Binga didn't understand what was going on. Before he could react, two instructors carried him into a van, and the doctor also put his luggage in the car.

"You said...I'm sick?"

The instructor sitting with Binga said nothing and pretended not to hear anything. He was told not to communicate too much with him and just let him attend class when they got to the base.

Then, the car became eerily quiet.

Binga picked up his phone and sent a message to Gin.

This time Gin didn't read the message but not reply, but...it's worse than reading it but not replying.

Am I sick?!

And mental illness?!

Go to the base for recuperation? !

The boss’s order?!

He understood every word, but when put together it was confusing.

The Boss must be sick!

Neuropathy!

New York, hospital at the organization's base.

Crackling sounds were heard from the ward, and everything in the room that could reflect a person's figure was smashed to pieces.

Vermouth's face was wrapped in bandages, revealing only a pair of sinister and resentful eyes.

Without the mystery and composure of the Thousand Faces Witch organization.

There is no longer the charm and elegance of Sharon Wynyard on the big screen.

At this moment, her whole body exuded a chilling madness and cruelty.

"Binga, good, very good!"

Her voice was hoarse, and the sound she made with all her strength was like the sound of sand rubbing against the soles of shoes in the desert, and she looked like a demon crawling out of hell.

His appearance was ruined, his voice was ruined.

She never expected that a little brat whom she never took seriously would lead her to this state.

"Gin, you're awesome!"

Without Gin's intervention, Binga would never have been able to get out of this unscathed.

Ha ha!

No one can get involved in the organization's training base, not even the regional managers.

Once it is discovered that a code member attacks someone at the organization's training base, it means a provocation to the organization. Even the code member instructor has the right to kill him without the boss's order.

After all, that is the place to cultivate new forces for the organization, and all core members are trained from the organization's training base since childhood.

Even Rum had to stay away and dared not interfere in any affairs of the training base.

After all, the chief instructors of the training base are all captains of Boss’s guard teams of all generations, and are also Boss’s true confidants.

hateful!

Calvados came over with the nutritional supplements and saw the mess in the room. He put the things on the bedside table and comforted her softly, "The laboratory is already developing medicine to restore your voice and your appearance. The medical department is also holding a meeting to discuss the schedule for your facial surgery and skin grafting."

When Vermouth heard about the plastic surgery, she was like a cat with its fur standing on end. She picked up the thing Calvados brought and threw it at him, shouting in a hoarse voice, “Get out! Get out!”

What she cared about most was her appearance, and it was because of her appearance that she was noticed by the organization. Later, she learned how to disguise herself and change her voice.

His appearance was ruined, his voice was ruined.

This is equivalent to making her a useless person.

Boss will give up on her.

Otherwise, Binga wouldn't have been dealt with so lightly.

The organization is the backlit side, which embodies the most primitive evil of mankind.

Cruelty, violence, indifference, cruelty, profit first...

"Oh oh oh oh, I'll get out of here right now."

Calvados jumped up, took the thing thrown to him, and ran out of the ward without looking back.

"Just go away, smash something."

I shook the gift in my hand and found that it was not damaged on the outside and could be given to someone else.

Vermouth looked at Calvados's departing back with a terrifying smile, murderous intent spreading around her, and the entire ward was very depressing.

Yes, this is the style of the organization.

All bootlickers know to seek benefits and avoid harm.

There is no reason why a place as important as a laboratory would research medicine specifically for her to restore her voice. They could have trained a new person in that time.

Those guys in the medical department are crazy. Who wouldn't want to cut open her body that has been baptized by experiments?

Vermouth suddenly laughed softly, her laughter as shrill as the roar of a devil.

The young nurse who was about to come in to clean was so scared that she didn't even dare to enter the door and ran away immediately. It didn't matter whether she cleaned up or not, life was more important, so she had to quickly report the situation here to the doctor.

After listening to the young nurse's description, the doctor of the organization had question marks in his head one after another.

Is Vermouth crazy?

Soon, the news spread to Neon.

Organize the bar.

Vodka held up a cocktail and gossiped to several colleagues around him with great interest: "Chianti, have you heard? Vermouth is crazy!"

"What? There is such a good thing? Open the champagne, we must celebrate with champagne!"

Chianti laughed excitedly, with swallowtail butterflies flickering in his eyes. Cohen saw his face slightly blush and silently said in his heart that she was cute.