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

While Gin was being beaten and dazed, a large number of memories swept through his mind, so that his brain ached and all the strength in his body was drained away. He leaned against the wall to support his body and not let himself fall.

Something even more terrifying happened to him.

He and Binga, the two of them actually...

The key point is that he took the initiative.

If it weren't for the severe pain in his head, he would have wanted to faint and let the vodka carry him away.

He needs silence.

Binga crossed his arms, and seeing that Gin was a little strange, he kicked him, "Why are you pretending to be weak? Weren't you very strong on the sofa last night?"

Gin closed his eyes, and the memory of last night immediately came flooding back, forcing him to acknowledge it.

His own memory only stayed at the moment when he didn't answer Binga's call, and he had no memory after that. Now...

Can't calm down at all.

They have a grudge against each other!

He is the person Binga wants to kill the most.

Now they both...

Could it be that Binga wanted to...kill him?

Even if Binga had shot him, he wouldn't have felt as bad as he did now.

He definitely didn't have that kind of feeling towards Binga.

There is no thought of destroying it if I can’t get it.

Binga, who was observing Gin, found that he was a little abnormal. He was not so ruthless just now. He picked up the Beretta that was kicked away and put it on himself, walked to Gin, grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the box, and returned to their original seat.

Everyone saw that something was wrong with Gin. He still looked very weak and his walking was not normal.

An unfriendly thought came to everyone's mind.

Others didn't dare to say anything, but Brandy did. After discovering it, he immediately exclaimed: "Oh, it's only been more than half an hour and it's all over. Tsk, tsk, tsk, Gin, you can't do it. You can't walk in just half an hour."

"Brother, are you okay? Do you want me to order a glass of medicinal wine to replenish your body?" Vodka simply thought that his brother had exerted too much effort and was exhausted, feeling a little weak, so he could continue to replenish his body.

Others have reversed Gin's image as a tough guy.

Who could have thought that Binga, the cross-dressing gangster, would have such a day to turn things around.

"Gin, can you sit down? If not, I'll give you my cushion." Chianti said as he picked up the cushion from under his butt and placed it in Gin's place, patted it and motioned for him to sit down.

Gin's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, but the dim light made it difficult to see him. Besides...he was indeed a little weak now, the kind of weak that even Binga had to drag him away.

It might have started because he lost control of his body during this period.

"Vodka, go." Gin's voice was particularly gloomy, and he looked at Vodka with threatening eyes.

"Ah? Oh, yes, brother." Vodka looked around, wondering what happened to his elder brother. Did he lose face in front of Binga? Then he would prepare more tonic soup and medicinal wine for his elder brother in the future.

The others watched Gin and Vodka leave with different expressions, and finally their eyes fell on Binga.

"Hey, brother, what's going on?" Brandy pulled Binga to his side and put his arm on his shoulders with a malicious look on his face.

"You mean Gin? I just provoked him with a few words, and he couldn't stand it, so his second personality came out." Binga poured the wine in his glass on the ground, wiped it with a napkin, added ice and poured himself another glass of gin.

"What??? Gin has this problem? How come I didn't know about it?" Brandy was confused. He and Gin have known each other for twenty-seven years and never knew he had this problem.

"Have you ever slept in the same bed with him? Do you understand him better than I do?" Binga continued to drink, his thoughts had flown to who knows where, and in the end he was in no mood to drink at all.

"Oh, I, don't understand." Brandy picked up the glass and put it to his lips to calm himself. Binga's words were too blunt and he was a little unable to accept it, especially since the person whose depth was being measured was his good brother.

After finishing things here, it’s better to return to your own area as soon as possible.

"Well, the person you sent here before is quite good. The strength of those who have been trained has been significantly improved. I plan to have him travel around and train all the people in the organization."

Brandy thought this plan was feasible. He could find an abandoned place, renovate it into a gym or fighting hall, and send some members of the organization there for training. Their strength would definitely be significantly improved.

"You are talking about that man? It's up to you. I have something else to do, so I'm leaving first." Binga was no longer in the mood to drink here. He grabbed the car keys and turned away, throwing the keys to the bartender when he left.

The bartender received the key and immediately handed the job over to another person, then took the key to help Binga drive the car.

Send the person to a safe house.

After Binga came back, he sat on the sofa for a long time. Seeing that the cigarette on the coffee table was Gin's, he picked it up, shook out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, lit it, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

And Gin, who lives next door, is really irritable.

He came out of the bar and returned to his original safe house, but...

The place was leveled.

With Vodka's weak reminder, his safe house had been moved, and then he came to two safe houses connected together.

The left one is his, the right one is Binga's.

The two safe houses are connected, and you can get to the next door without even going out.

Now he is not a good person.

What was the guy who jumped into his body thinking? The key point is that guy was actually himself.

"Brother, have some soup." Vodka brought a bowl of tonic soup and placed it in front of Gin. This soup was made from the most tonic herbs he collected. It was not only delicious but also very tonic.

Gin drank a bowl and felt that the taste was a bit strange, but he never suspected that Vodka would harm him. After all, they have been partners for so many years, and if he had to say who he trusted the most, it would definitely be Vodka.

"Brother, Bourbon is dead." Vodka just received news that the plane Bourbon was on had crashed and the people on it must be dead.

"Yeah." Gin took out his phone and checked the messages on it. The more he looked, the more he couldn't bear to look at them. Slowly, he felt something was wrong. A ball of fire gathered in his lower abdomen, his eyelids twitched, and he looked at Vodka and said coldly, "Idiot, what did you give me to drink just now?"

Vodka became excited when he heard this, and immediately began to show off his cooking skills, "Hey, brother, this is a new medicinal recipe. It tastes very fragrant and very nourishing. The medicinal effect will not be lost at all."

Gin's eyebrows twitched in anger and he wanted to take out his Beretta to shoot him, but when he touched it, he remembered that his Beretta was taken away by Binga.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said in a low voice: "Go find a woman."

"Oh, okay." Vodka went out immediately, then turned around and went into Binga's safe house. Seeing Binga sitting on the sofa smoking, he glanced at him and said nothing. He immediately became anxious, "Binga, hurry up, put on women's clothes."