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

An African tribe.

Bourbon opened his eyes and picked up his cell phone out of habit. There was no signal, so he put it down again, put it in his pocket, took a deep breath and got up from the bed.

No, it should be said that it is a piece of wood.

He hasn't slept in a bed or even lived in a house since he came here.

Now he lives in a cave.

He vaguely remembered his mission, and there had never been a moment when he was so eager to complete it.

Convince local chiefs to help the organization.

but...

TMD language barrier!

He couldn't understand what language the other party was speaking at all.

Now their basic way of communication is to draw little people on notebooks.

Thanks to him for bringing a notebook and pen.

But this is not a long-term problem.

The organization sent him here and then left.

Now he couldn't leave even if he wanted to, there were no road signs or maps.

Everything here is... very primitive. The tribe next door even lives in houses dug out of holes in big trees.

If it weren't for his strong will, he would have gone crazy.

What he looks forward to most every day is having a signal on his cell phone, so that he can at least contact someone from the organization to send him a translator.

Or...after the organization finds out that he has lost contact, they can look for him.

What he didn't know was that at this moment, Rum was sitting in a luxury car, reading the organization's report, with a cold smile on his lips.

"Hmph, Bourbon, don't let me down."

"Isn't Bourbon a subordinate you trust? Old Deng, you are laughing so sinisterly, is there something happy? Tell me so that I can be happy too."

Jiang Xiaobai yawned. He was pulled out by Rum in the middle of the night before he woke up. He was recruited into the organization by Rum. Every time he came to Neon, he had to meet with him.

It can be said that Rum is a Japanese person that he does not dislike. After all, this guy is so ruthless in killing Japanese high-level officials.

Thirteen years ago, Rum recruited him into the organization.

He originally refused, as threats and inducements were useless and would make Rum suffer a loss. However, when he heard Rum making a phone call to assassinate a high-ranking Japanese official, he immediately changed his attitude and agreed.

At that time, Rum's expression was as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

The original intention was to set up an organizational base in China, but...it failed.

Then he followed to Neon.

At first, I didn't know Japanese, and he thought that since you brought me here, you have to take care of me, so he always followed Rum around, and even irritated him to the point of developing high blood pressure.

I feel quite guilty.

Back then, Rum was the head of the intelligence group and was considered to be quite good-looking. But time was merciless and after only three years of studying by his side, he became greasy.

"Hmph, it's just a mouse, don't worry about it." When Rum heard Jiang Xiaobai's voice beside him, his happy mood instantly disappeared, and he said coldly: "Behave yourself and don't cause trouble, otherwise... otherwise..."

Rum thought for a long time, but there was really nothing to threaten him with. This guy was like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water. If he was told to die, he would definitely reply with "The sooner I die, the sooner I will be reborn. I also want to see my ancestors soon", and then he would get in a comfortable posture and wait to be sent to hell.

If he was threatened not to eat, he would lie down on the bed and stay there for several days.

If you really piss him off, he'll poop on your bed.

The main point is that if you can't kill me, I will disgust you to death.

"Don't be angry, let's talk about the incident where Bourbon turned into a mouse." Jiang Xiaobai was still quite interested. He hadn't been active in Neon for so many years that he didn't know what interesting things were here.

In fact, he thinks that the organization is just a large international gossip organization, and many of its core members are well-educated and strict with themselves.

Apart from committing crimes, anyone you pick out at random would be considered a particularly well-educated person.

Moreover, the organization strictly prohibits pornography, gambling and drugs. This is an order from the boss. Anyone found involved will be executed immediately, and it is not even worth sending them to the laboratory.

However, everyone just turns a blind eye to the first one, while the latter two are more strictly regulated than in some countries, especially the organization will conduct random physical examinations on members.

When he was in China, he also encountered random inspections. Because he had no base, he went to the hospital himself and used the black technology sent by the organization to conduct live broadcasts to check.

For this reason, as long as it does not involve the bottom line, he is willing to work for the organization.

He had just arrived in Neon, so we gave him a physical examination package and checked the flow of funds in all his accounts.

It was Rum who personally took him to the laboratory for examination.

"Nothing. I was just very angry because I was deceived by a mouse. Humph, it would be too easy to execute him directly, so I sent him to Africa to serve."

When it comes to the way Bourbon was executed, he was still very satisfied. After all, death was a good thing for him.

"Huh? You sold him to Africa to mine?" Jiang Xiaobai stared at Rum in surprise. This old man was really sinister. Isn't this forcing a good woman into prostitution? "Why don't you send him to India?"

"Hmph, I thought about it. I was afraid that the person who sent him there would not be able to come back and pass on the information to me."

Rum glanced at Jiang Xiaobai with disdain. All he did was eat. No one knew what he ate with him twelve years ago, but his hair turned bald.

"They are not sent to mine, but to a primitive tribe...to be married!!!"

puff~

Jiang Xiaobai sprayed out all the milk that he hadn't swallowed yet. What did he just hear?

Rum sent Bourbon to the primitive tribe...to marry him? ! ! !

This is a disguised way of saying that Rum sold Bourbon out, but Bourbon doesn't know about it yet and is waiting to complete the mission and come back to improve his status in the organization.

"Lao Deng, you are insidious. No wonder you can sit firmly in the position of head of the intelligence team." Jiang Xiaobai gave a thumbs up, worthy of being the leader of the organization's Neon regional intelligence group.

"Hmm, I heard that it was Binga who picked you up from the airport?" Rum asked. He couldn't even find any trace of this guy Binga, and Gin didn't take any action after transferring him away. This was very wrong.

"Well, what's wrong? Isn't he your left arm? Don't say he's a rat, too. I tell you, he's definitely not. This guy has me written all over his face as a bad guy. I can't even pretend."

Jiang Xiaobai's first impression of Binga was that he was not a good person, but he was not a low-level villain either.

"No, has he done anything unreasonable?" Rum felt that it was necessary to get to know Binga again. He had been too calm during this period, a calmness that made people uncomfortable.

"Does it count if he took away a bag of spicy strips from me?" Jiang Xiaobai recalled. If there was any unusual behavior, it would be that he took away a bag of spicy strips from him. Binga was obviously not an Asian, so he should not like this. This should be an unreasonable behavior!

Rum choked, opened the car door, and grabbed Jiang Xiaobai's clothes, "Go, go quickly, don't let me see you."

He pulled Jiang Xiaobai out of the car, threw his torn schoolbag full of snacks on Jiang Xiaobai, slammed the door shut, and ordered the driver, "Drive!"

Jiang Xiaobai, who was holding his schoolbag, took a breath of exhaust gas and stared blankly at the car going away. When he came to his senses, he almost jumped up, "Fuck, I'm not good at speaking Japanese! How can I get back?"