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

Toru Amuro's eyes were slightly cold, but he didn't care about the CIA sneaking into Japan to join the organization. Now they have all been discovered by the organization and are the ones who want to be eliminated, so they can only work together to overcome this difficulty.

If we cannot overcome this difficulty, there may be no trace left.

"Oh no, there's no one on this plane except us." Yukiko ran back in panic, her face pale and her whole body trembling. This is a plane, not a case, and a single mistake could result in death.

Now it is not a question of whether to trust someone or not, but how to land the plane safely.

At this moment, Binga in the base was sitting in front of the computer, staring at the code on the screen, saving it and sending it to Karasuma Renya's email.

This time, I improved the software created in my previous life and sent an email to Karasuma Renya.

Anyway, no matter big or small, I have to report to Karasuma Renya now.

The fastest way to make your boss remember you is to make him annoy you and then demonstrate your irreplaceable abilities.

Binga was able to curse at Rum and still climb to the position of his right-hand man, which shows that he knows a little about how to survive in the workplace.

He closed his computer and walked to the window. His own shadow was reflected in the window. The neon lights outside were brilliant, showing the prosperity of the city. Binga stood there for a while and said to himself, "Those damn rats should have gone to see God by now. This is really a day worth celebrating."

After saying that, he turned around and walked to the table, took the computer in his hand and went to the bathroom. The computer disappeared in his hand, and he turned on the faucet and left the bathroom after a while, but the computer was no longer in his hand.

I came to the training hall of the base, stood at the door and shouted inside: "Go drink, I'll pay for it."

There are many people in the base, but not many dare to drink with Binga, for fear that if they drink, their lives will be over.

But Vodka and Binga had a good relationship. He glanced at his elder brother, did not object, jumped up, and shouted at Binga: "Wait for me to take a shower."

Gin also went to change his clothes, followed by Chianti, and Cohen also followed Vodka in small steps. Brandy, who had just returned, saw Binga and just said hello. He liked Binga's women's clothes, not Binga in men's clothes.

But when he saw Gin come out in new clothes, he immediately stuck to Binga, and the two of them followed him to the bar.

The group came to the organization's bar and found their respective seats. Brandy wanted to sit next to Binga and ask him when he would wear women's clothes, so that they could go out together, hold hands and go shopping, and then take some pictures to piss off Gin.

"Go aside." Gin pushed Bai Lan aside, who had stepped over Vodka and stepped on Cohen to get to Binga's side.

At the beginning, Binga was drinking happily with everyone. Gin, who was sitting next to him, just raised his glass to him without saying anything. Instead, he leaned back on the sofa with a blank look in his eyes.

Seeing that this heartless man looked troubled, Gin pulled him directly to a private room, pressed him against the wall with his body, lowered his eyes slightly and stared at Binga and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"I was wondering if Kudo Shinichi and Bourbon were dead or not." Binga put his arms around Gin's neck and bit him lightly. "Did you say they were dead?"

"Didn't you...give Bourbon a dog's head? Would you be so quiet?"

Gin raised his eyebrows and licked the place where he was bitten. He knew how bad Binga's temper was without even asking.

With such a good opportunity, he could have simply given a dog head doll as a gift.

And I never sent it to myself.

"When will you send me one?"

"Hiss...Are you childish?!" Binga pushed Gin away, rolled his eyes, and looked disgusted.

"I want it, not the dog's head one."

Gin hugged Binga's waist tightly, wishing he could melt into his body so he could carry him with him at all times. It would be best if he had a switch on his mouth so he could just turn off the switch and not listen to any unpleasant words.

But now, even though he was holding the person so tightly, he had little awareness of his surroundings.

......

On the other side, the plane was in chaos. Conan, who once had the aura of the protagonist, suggested opening the plane door and jumping out using a parachute.

Toru Amuro and the others present had strange expressions on their faces, and they looked at Conan as if he were a fool.

There's no problem with jumping down, but the problem is that there's sea below.

Or the deep sea.

There is no benefit in jumping and committing suicide.

"Shinichi, there is no parachute." Yukiko reminded that this flight seemed to be specially prepared for them, with the purpose of taking their lives.

"Damn it, are we just going to wait to die here?" Conan pounded the backrest hard. Besides being angry, he also felt a sense of powerlessness. Ever since Binga's identity was exposed, nothing he did went well.

My mind isn't that clear anymore.

Moreover, Uncle Maori, Xiaolan, Mr. Akai, and Teacher Judy were all killed by the organization.

If the organization is not destroyed, he will never get over the hurdle in his heart.

"By the way, where is the radio?" Conan suddenly remembered what was inside the dog-head doll.

"Here." Toru Amuro took the dog-head doll out of his pocket. It was about the size of his palm and was torn in half. The funny expression on its face seemed to be mocking their current predicament.

Conan grabbed it and shouted into the radio: "Hey, Binga, hey, what do you want to do? Asshole, say something."

Conan shouted along, but there was no sound. The reason why he could hear Binga's voice before was because it was recorded in advance.

Toru Amuro was about to tell him that this was a one-way message and there was no way to contact the other party on the plane.

However, Binga's voice appeared on the radio again.

"Hahahaha, you must be panicking right now. Soon there will be gorgeous fireworks blooming over the Pacific Ocean, and none of you will be able to escape."

The voice stopped abruptly. Conan shouted several times and finally decided to dismantle the radio directly. However, it was this decision that caused the entire plane to explode with a bang.

The dark night sky was filled with a momentary brilliance due to the explosion of the plane, but it was fleeting.

No one survived.

In the private room of the organization bar, Gin felt that he could no longer perceive his surroundings. He stared at Binga and said, "Be careful in the future and don't let anyone stab you in the back."

"You... um..."

Gin didn't care what he said and lowered his head to kiss her forcefully. He felt himself leaving this body, and then completely lost control of his body, and his consciousness immediately dissipated.

Binga responded to Gin's force, but was suddenly pushed away, causing him to fall directly onto the coffee table.

Gin took out his Beretta and pressed it against his head, his expression about to crack.

Binga, who fell on the coffee table, saw Gin's current condition and immediately understood why he suddenly... was saying goodbye to him.

The person in front of him, although also Gin, is a little different from Gin, as if he lacks some human color.

Binga faced Gin fearlessly, holding his waist that was hurt from the blow to stand up, kicked Gin on the wrist, and slapped him in the face with his big arm, cursing: "Why are you pretending? I wanted to kiss you, and now it's you who's wrong with you!"