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

Vodka, who was lying in the hospital, held up his phone and grinned, "Hey, Binga must have pissed off Big Brother. Even if I'm not with Big Brother, I'm still Big Brother's number one little brother."

"Hehehehehehe~"

Upon seeing this, the psychiatrist at the organization's hospital reported Vodka's situation to Gin.

[Master Vodka's condition is somewhat serious. It is recommended that he stay in the hospital for observation for a period of time [Vodka's silly smile.jpg]. —— Narita Zeren]

Gin, who had just arrived in Germany, received the news and felt cold all over. Binga noticed it keenly and approached him to ask, "What's the matter that makes you so angry? Tell me and make me happy."

"Shut up."

Gin transferred a car from the organization's base in Germany, but did not ship the Porsche over this time. The main reason was that Binga was the one driving for him, and he clearly felt that this guy didn't like his car. He was afraid that Binga would tamper with his car and cause it to be damaged here.

"Hey, what's the mission? Are you here to process Riesling?" Binga is not Vodka. He will read people's faces, but he will still do his own thing. His main point is that if you are unhappy, I will be happy.

"What did you say?" This sentence brought Gin back from Vodka's stupid mood.

"Aren't we here to deal with rats? Don't you know that Riesling is a rat?"

He still remembered that the organization went to the Neon Police Department to steal a list of rats in the organization from various countries, and it was from Curacao that they went.

Now Curacao has been sent undercover to the Pacific Buoy, which means the list has not yet been obtained.

"Rum, you idiot! You're just a useless guy who can only make children. Damn it, you have to reimburse me for the money you spent on coming to Germany!"

Thinking of this, Binga cursed while driving, and found that Gin was looking at him, so he immediately changed his words: "Humph, Rum is better than you. You can't even make a child, and you can't find a mouse either. You are worse than that old Deng."

Gin had a gloomy face and knitted his eyebrows together. Is this a mental state that is healthier than a dog?

Are you sure he's okay?!

"Are you sure that Riesling is made from rat?" Gin ignored his rambling and got straight to the point.

"Riesling, BND, the real name is..."

Binga began to recall the contents of the list. His memory has always been good. Although it is not as good as Curacao's photographic memory, he can remember everything he has seen.

"It's Leon Buchholz."

stab-

Binga slammed the brakes and Gin was almost thrown out of the car.

There was a group of people in clothes, no, black people, surrounding the car.

Because it was dark, the first thing they saw was clothes.

"Gin, we've been robbed."

Boom boom boom!

One of them knocked hard on their car window with a stick, trying to make them get out of the car and hand over the money.

"Yeah." Gin has been blackmailing others all these years and has never encountered a robbery. If he encountered one, he would ask Vodka to take care of the person.

I didn't expect to be robbed while on a business trip.

Neither of them moved, nor did they intend to get out of the car. Anyway, the organization's cars were all equipped with bulletproof glass and the body of the car had been modified, so it would not be damaged in a short time.

Binga thought about the memos Vodka gave him. He would do whatever Gin said and would never do anything unnecessary.

So I just sat in the car and didn't move.

Anyway, his bottom line is quite flexible.

It's not that I'm afraid of these bastards, but I really don't want to lower my status and get entangled with them.

Gin glanced at Binga, and the coldness on his body became even stronger. He pushed open the car door suddenly, knocking the person who was smashing the car to stagger. He took the opportunity to snatch the stick from the person's hand and hit him on the head with it.

Red and white liquid oozed out of the cracked skull.

Seeing this, the other people also came forward. Binga played soothing music in the car and hummed along. Looking at Gin dealing with those bastards, he felt that Gin was the younger brother.

Bang!

The car door was opened and closed.

"drive."

It was Gin's deep voice that didn't convey any emotion.

“Are you happy?!”

"Huh? No way, don't I admire your ability to fight ten people at once?"

Binga responded casually and stepped on the accelerator. The car rose and fell twice with a click and a click. It must have run over someone.

But it was a car that hit him, so it has nothing to do with Binga.

Gin snorted coldly and didn't care.

I drove the car to the organization’s car wash, rinsed it, and changed the wheels before coming out.

"By the way, Gin, what is our mission in Germany?" Binga had no idea what the mission was. The problem was that he couldn't do Vodka's nanny's job.

"Deal with the rats?" Gin said coldly.

"Which one?" Binga asked.

"Riesling, invite them to the Museum Island in Berlin," said Gin.

Binga: ...That's not what you said before.

"Oh," Binga took out his phone and edited a message to contact Riesling, and asked casually, "What about Bourbon? How did he deal with it?"

"Bourbon? He is being kept in captivity by Rum and nothing has been done about him." Gin put the blame on Rum. If nothing unexpected happens, he is still being held in some dungeon of the organization!

After all, Rum wanted to use Bourbon to exchange Binga for him. Haha, in his hands, even a dog has to work.

No matter how powerful Bourbon is, he is still a rat.

No matter how bad Binga's temper is, he is still a member of the organization and he still has some abilities.

Rum's plan is about to fall on Boss's face.

And Neon cheered loudly.

Gin only took Binga with her on this business trip, and the happiest thing was Chianti. She took Cohen and Calvados and opened champagne for two days in the organization bar.

All the code members here are very happy. The only unhappy one is Vodka. He sits alone in a dark corner holding his cell phone, and no one knows what he is thinking.

Kiel approached with a cocktail in hand and took the initiative to greet him, "Why are you here alone?"

"I miss my elder brother. I wonder if my skinny elder brother who only smokes and drinks has eaten on time."

Vodka was depressed. He felt that life was dark and had no future when he was not taking care of his elder brother.

I didn't even have the mood to attend Ms. Yoko's concert.

"Ah?" Kil didn't know what it was for a moment. Maybe there was something wrong with this guy's brain.

But he immediately changed his expression to one of concern, "Didn't Gin take Binga with him to do the mission? He's such a grown-up, how could he possibly let himself suffer?"

"Binga, that traitorous guy, doesn't know how to take care of others." Vodka wished he could fly over to appease his elder brother.

The eldest brother will not be tired by the task, but may be angry by Bingjia.

"Oh, that's a difficult question. But then again, why didn't Gin bring you with him this time?" Kiel continued to inquire, wanting to know if there was a conflict between the two of them.

And Vodka has been with Gin for so many years, so he must know more.

"I'm sick, and my brother told me to concentrate on my treatment." Vodka said this, sounding even more depressed.

Kiel: ...

"What?" Kiel thought he had heard it wrong. Vodka said he was sick?

Gin also let him concentrate on healing? !

What a perfunctory excuse this is.

It would be more believable to say that Gin went on a date with his shameful lover without him.