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

But Vermouth is not having an easy time. She came to Neon to track down the whereabouts of Akai Marie, but what happened?

There are always various obstacles during the pursuit, which don't cause much harm, but are disgusting.

Vermouth, who has enjoyed all kinds of preferential treatment, has no way to adapt to the current rules-based life, and even threats are useless.

She got rid of a few bootlickers in anger, but she didn't expect those bootlickers to fight back, making her life even more difficult. They tried to trip her up almost all the time, and someone even spread rumors in the organization that she was a man.

Those who specialize in sex scams always target innocent young boys.

This made those who had mixed drinks with Vermouth before very sick, so they united those bootlickers who had not been deceived to form an alliance and work together to trip up Vermouth.

The most ruthless among them is Calvados. He obeys Vermouth's orders on the surface, but secretly passes messages to the alliance.

Double agents are more professional than Bourbon.

He is a licker of Calvados just to enjoy the process of licking, it doesn't matter who it is.

Now he only likes his online girlfriend named 'Aldara' on the forum.

"Hey, what are you grinning about? Are you going to lick Vermouth again?"

Chianti saw his friend holding his phone with a lewd smile on his face, exactly the same as when he received the message from Vermouth.

"No, I don't like golden retrievers now. I like chestnut curly-haired wild cats."

Calvados cleared his throat and exited the interface. It wasn't that he didn't want to tell his friends, but Chianti knew about it, and the entire organization knew about it. There was no guarantee that he would fail in his undercover mission next to Vermouth.

"Huh? You've found someone else to be your bootlicker again?" Chianti stared at Calvados with dead fish eyes, speechless. What kind of hobby is this?

He spent a lot of money, didn't eat any meat, and still worried about gains and losses. What was he trying to achieve? !

"Cohen, do you think Calvados is mentally ill? Why don't we send him to Prosecco for a checkup?"

Chianti turned around and discussed with Cohen that she had been much more obedient since she had last danced with a big shot in the organization and almost killed him.

When I have nothing to do, I practice sniping at the organization's training base. I no longer drive, drink, or go clubbing.

And Gin didn't give her any news. Now she was a little panicked. What kind of important person could make Gin treat him with such respect and even use honorifics when speaking to him?

"He's free," Cohen said succinctly.

......

During the recuperation period, Gin kept Binga with him almost all the time, for fear that he would get into trouble again, but it was indeed useful to have him by his side, after all, he was more effective than Vodka.

The scale of their mission now is that Vodka drives, Binga is responsible for collating intelligence, and Gin is the operational commander.

Except for Binga's daily cursing, every mission went exceptionally smoothly.

However, as the first younger brother, Vodka prepared earplugs for his big brother.

Binga just kept scolding but couldn't hear anything.

But his injuries healed quickly. With the ointment sent by Kavist and the medicine he got from Vermouth a few years ago, only faint marks remained on his body.

If you continue to apply it for ten days or half a month, I guess there won’t be any signs of injury.

"I'm going to buy some drinks, you guys go by yourselves." Binga didn't care whether the two agreed or not, he just didn't want to complete the mission with them.

I've been sleeping in the car every day during this period, and I can't stretch my body.

"Well, you can take the Shinkansen back by yourself." Gin thought that if Binga was left waiting outside, he didn't know what would happen, so he might as well let him go back first. It shouldn't be a problem, but he still reminded him, "Don't let me know that you're doing unnecessary things again."

"Yeah, yeah." Binga waved his hand with his back to them and left without looking back.

Without gin and vodka, he felt the air was fresh. He bought a cup of milk tea and got on the Shinkansen. He drank the milk tea comfortably after sitting on the train. When he heard the announcement, he found something was wrong.

TMD...I'm sitting the wrong way.

"What bad luck."

Binga complained and took out his phone to ask Vodka to pick him up after finishing the task. However, before the message was sent, he saw two familiar figures passing by him.

"Gin? Vodka?"

Binga looked at the two familiar figures, but he soon realized something was wrong.

The smoke didn't taste right, not gin and vodka.

He followed them secretly and sat in the seat behind them.

Before my butt could even warm up in the seat, I saw Conan and his stupid little friends.

Binga frowned and tilted his head to one side, trying not to look at Conan, for fear that he would not be able to help but kick him twice more.

TMD...bad luck!

Conan ran to this carriage, glanced at Binga as he passed by him, but his attention was soon attracted by the departure of the fake Gin and the fake Vodka.

From Binga's perspective, he could clearly see him wrap the bug with chewing gum and stick it to the seat.

This action made Binga, who had a slight obsession with cleanliness, feel very disgusted and he felt that his clothes were dirty.

How can there be such disgusting people?

"Hey, that's disgusting! How can you stick gum on someone's seat?"

Binga's voice attracted the attention of people around.

Conan was shocked. How could he be seen by someone? He was obviously being very careful, but he quickly adjusted himself and disguised himself as a child, giggling foolishly.

When Xiaolan heard the noise, she rushed over and saw Conan doing this. She immediately scolded him and apologized.

"Conan, how could you play a prank? You need to wrap this up before throwing it away."

Ayumi Yoshida appeared to help Conan out, and with Xiaolan's apology, everyone around forgave the disgusting behavior in front of them.

Binga didn't care, he just felt it was weird. He picked up his phone, edited the email, found his boss's email address, and reported all the problems.

Anyway, he said that if the old guy didn't think there was a problem, it was none of his business.

It was quite surprising for Karasuma Ren'ye to receive an email from Binga, after all, the emails sent by Binga were technological breakthroughs and contributions to the organization.

However, he was not a superficial person. After reading the email carefully, he fell into deep thought. After thinking for a long time, he made a new plan for the experimental subjects.

Binga saw two men in black coming back and sitting in their seats. It must be said that if you don't look closely, these two men are Gin and Vodka.

If you look closely...it's pretty rough.

Although Gin is not a good-looking person, his face is indeed good-looking. When put together with the person in front of him, it is a perfect painting, a draft.

Thinking of the listening device Conan had placed in the ashtray, Binga changed his voice and said, "Excuse me, someone just put something wrapped in chewing gum on your seat."

Conan, who was eavesdropping on the other side, got furious when he heard this. Xiaolan didn't understand why, so she looked at Conan who suddenly became nervous and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you, Conan?"