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

"Hello, my name is Zhu Xingdai, I am a property staff, and I was having dinner with...my girlfriend when a crazy woman suddenly rushed out and mistook me for her cheating husband and lover."

Akai Shuichi calmed his mind and could no longer use the names of Okiya Subaru and Akai Shuichi. He could only use the name Moroboshi Dai.

After all, apart from working for the organization, he had done nothing else and was just an unemployed vagrant who owed loans.

"But in the end, the crazy woman realized that she had recognized the wrong person. Everyone present could testify to this. But she didn't expect a sniper to appear on the other side."

The people next to them and the waiter nodded like chickens pecking at rice, indicating that this was the fact. A few of the more outspoken ones even imitated Binga's scratching and swearing.

Miwako Sato set her eyes on Shuichi Akai and immediately asked someone to check. After some investigation, they found out that this person owed a loan a few years ago, and it was not known whether the money had been repaid or not, but since the person had no missing limbs, he should have paid it back.

"Mr. Zhu Xing, you just said that you are unemployed. This is a high-end restaurant. I don't know why you are here when you are unemployed. And you owed a huge loan shark a few years ago. I wonder if you have paid it back now?"

When Miwako Sato saw the information about this person, she knew that this person was not a good person. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a gangster.

"Haha, well... of course I paid it back," Shuichi Akai's FBI identity was kept secret, so he naturally couldn't reveal his real identity. His brain was working frantically to arrange an identity for himself. Suddenly, an idea came to his mind, he cleared his throat, and said seriously, "I worked as a waiter in Ginza, so I paid it back."

"Waiter? What kind of waiter makes so much money?" Officer Chiba was at a loss. If there was a waiter, he would also like to do a part-time job as he wanted to marry his girlfriend, but he was short of money.

"It's a gigolo. This gentleman is quite good-looking." One of the middle-aged ladies explained to Officer Chiba embarrassedly that if he worked well, he could buy a car and a house in a year and save money, so he wouldn't have to worry about his retirement.

"Ahem! Sorry, so this Miss Judy... is your guest?" Sato Miwako's eyelids twitched. She should have asked Inspector Megure to come today without checking the almanac before going out. It was really an eyesore.

"Well... you can say that... right! And our relationship was pure, and we have broken up. There is no financial dealings, and I have retired from it."

Shuichi Akai explained that because his face was so swollen, other than the restaurant's previous customers and waiters who had seen what he looked like, the police officers who had just arrived could not tell Shuichi Akai's true face.

Everyone has the mentality that they can also be a waiter.

"Miss Officer, shouldn't you focus on why Miss Judy was killed? Who killed her...investigate this aspect."

"Although I'm not as professional as you, the bullet was fired from the opposite building. I guess your people haven't investigated it yet!"

Shuichi Akai didn't know whether the other party had left any clues, but he discovered that the other party had shot him, so he must be a very good sniper.

The reason why he didn't go there as soon as possible was that he knew he wouldn't find anything even if he went there, so he could only let the police look for it.

"Because of my position at the time, I got a quick look and it looked like a man with colorful hair, a chest-length studded leather jacket, and two holes in his pants at the bottom, carrying a guitar case."

"Eh?" As Sato Miwako listened to his description, images began to appear involuntarily in her mind. This person's outfit... was very curious!

In other words, normal people can't go out wearing such clothes.

"Well, sir, how do you remember it so clearly?"

The corners of Officer Chiba's mouth twitched. He suppressed the images of people that kept emerging in his mind and glanced at the person who was drawing the portrait next to him. A curious figure had already appeared on the paper.

"Because... that person's hair is very shiny!" Akai Shuichi said affirmatively, pointing to the top of his head, "There are lights of different colors hanging on the different colored hair."

Miwako Sato:! ! !

Police officers: !!!

at this time.

The retreating Gin and Binga were in a taxi. Binga was dressed as a taxi driver, and Gin, who was changing clothes, was sitting in the back. The car was driving slowly.

Gin took off the exaggerated wig on his head and threw all his clothes, pants, and shoes into the black garbage bag at his feet.

He changed into his signature clothes: black windbreaker, black top hat, and black leather shoes, wrapping himself up tightly. Fortunately, no one except Binga knew about his outfit.

If someone acquaintance sees this...the only option is to silence him.

"Go to the organization's base and take care of the garbage." Gin spoke grimly. He was very dissatisfied with his mission. He only killed one FBI agent, and Akai Shuichi didn't suffer any harm except for being slapped a few times.

If Akai Shuichi knew what Gin was thinking, he would definitely put his face, which was no different from a pig's head, in front of Gin and ask him to reorganize his words and stop lying with his eyes open, so that he would not be hurt at all.

"Okay sir, please fasten your seat belts and we will be at your destination in no time."

Binga stepped on the accelerator and the car flew out. Ten minutes later, it stopped steadily in the organization's parking lot.

Gin asked the outer members to dispose of the things, and then the two of them changed cars and clothes and returned to the Kurokawa residence.

Just as he walked out of the base gate, he was met by Gin and Vodka.

Binga turned around instantly, blocked Vodka and Gin's car, and shouted, "Who is that? Who is that? Vodka, who is the person next to you?"

"Ahhhh! You're crazy, Binga!" Fortunately, Vodka was an experienced driver and didn't let the two cars collide. But when he saw his big brother, he immediately restrained himself, forgot about the fake Gin next to him, and got out of the car happily, "Big brother, big brother, where are you going? Are you going on a mission?"

The fake Gin was sitting in the car, timid and didn't dare to look up, which was quite embarrassing. Who knew he would meet the real Gin here.

"How is he?" Gin glanced at the fake Gin with cold eyes, then looked at Vodka.

"It's okay. These tasks are not difficult to complete. Brother, have you just returned from a mission with Binga?" Vodka felt that his position was unstable and he had a sense of crisis.

"A little personal matter." Gin pulled Binga's collar by the back to stop him from looking at the fake guy through the car window. He was getting too close, almost sticking to the window.

In fact, the fake Gin's head was almost pulled off by Binga.