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

"This is the person sent by Rum, so naturally he can play the greatest role." Gin showed a villain-like smile, then looked at the wine in the glass, not knowing what he was thinking.

Vodka found that his brother was in a bad mood again, but not particularly bad. He remembered Binga's words to remind him, shuddered, and comforted Gin: "Brother, Binga is actually more trustworthy than Bourbon who joined halfway, and that Bourbon is calcium!"

"It would be terrifying to think about him following me on a mission."

"What?" Gin looked at Vodka coldly when he heard the news.

"Yes, yes..." Vodka thought that he and Binga had some friendship, and they would work together in the future, so he thought of the short essay he saw on the organization forum, and immediately took out his phone to give it to Gin, "It's on the organization forum, and it was certified by the management just one minute after it was posted, so it must be true."

Gin took a look and immediately took out his mobile phone. He logged into the backend with his own account and saw that the poster was Binga, and there were more than 20 small accounts reposting at the same time. His face became extremely ugly.

With his authority, he also found that the certified management was not his right to view, which means that the management certified to him was at the same level or higher.

The thought of Boss flashed through my mind, it definitely wasn't Boss, it should be Rum or Vermouth.

No, Vermouth is more likely.

After all, it is rum that is going to take the place of bourbon.

Binga, who received the task, immediately classified it. It was okay for several people who went undercover in the underworld organization to obtain intelligence.

But... the subsequent tasks are problematic, and they are huge problems. They are either to screen out the rats in the organization, or to investigate the whereabouts of high-ranking officials or find out the details of their lovers.

Binga held the phone in silence for a long time, and made a decision that went against his ancestors. He decided to become a policeman and use this identity to obtain more intelligence.

When it comes to being an undercover agent, the first time is unfamiliar, the second time is familiar.

He skillfully called up the surveillance footage around the Metropolitan Police School, found and selected an inconspicuous female figure from the surveillance footage, and disguised herself as that person.

Women are chosen because they are the group most likely to be looked down upon. Even if they are discovered, they will not think of it in a more serious direction and can better delay time.

Binga picked up the phone and wanted to send a message to Rum, but then he thought that the action team should contribute manpower to handle such matters. He clicked on Gin's call, hesitated for a long time, and decided to email Vodka.

It's really annoying that bastard Gin read my message but didn't reply.

When Vodka saw Binga's message, he held up his phone, rubbed his eyes, and read the content of the email again.

Gin saw Vodka's expression and knew something was wrong. He snorted and asked, "What is it?"

"Big, big brother, Binga said... to be the light of justice! Let's find someone to help clean up the mess." Vodka's brain completely froze. Is... he sick?

As a member of the Black Organization, you have to be the light of justice and also need the help of other people in the organization to clean up the mess.

Vodka noticed the murderous look in his elder brother's eyes and immediately explained, "It wasn't me, it was Binga."

Gin took the phone from Vodka and glanced at the content of the email. There was no emotion in his dark green eyes. He snorted coldly, threw the phone to Vodka, and stood up to leave the bar.

"Brother, where are you going?" Vodka was puzzled as to why he left before finishing his drink.

"Support."

The Porsche 356A disappeared into the night.

At this time, Binga had already sneaked into the archives of the police academy and obtained the list of new recruits who were about to complete their training and join the Metropolitan Police Department.

Among the names on the list is a 22-year-old female police officer named Kurokawa Yuka, who will report to the Metropolitan Police Department's First Investigation Division in a week.

Binga obtained not only the information of the policewoman, but also that of several other people. He also accidentally found a group photo. He immediately took out his mobile phone and took a picture of it, revealing a villain-like smile.

He took pictures of the information of Kurokawa Yuuka and other rookies who were about to be assigned to work in various Metropolitan Police Departments and left quickly.

For some unknown reason, the mission went quite smoothly. After climbing over the wall and leaving the school, I quickly got into the Porsche 356A which was parked on the side of the road, away from surveillance cameras.

"Give me the computer." Binga pulled off the wig on his head, wiped his face with a makeup remover wipe, and immediately restored his original face.

Vodka handed the computer to Binga and asked, "Is it going well?"

"Well, of course, and I found something unexpected."

Binga turned on the computer and quickly cleared the footage of himself captured by the surveillance camera. He closed the computer with a snap and threw it to Vodka.

Gin held a cigarette in his mouth and glanced at the figure disappearing from the surveillance camera. His cold eyes narrowed slightly, "Can you clear the traces from the surveillance camera?"

"Huh, isn't this a basic hacker skill?" Binga adjusted himself to a comfortable position and said sarcastically, "Why? Didn't anyone remove the traces for you and let your figure appear on the surveillance camera?"

Gin glanced at Vodka who was driving with a sharp look in his eyes. Instead of answering the call, he picked up his phone and edited a message.

A few minutes later, Binga received another task email to remove traces of Gin and Vodka from surveillance.

"Hey, do you think of me as your logistics support?" Binga almost crushed his phone when he saw this task. He turned to look at Gin who was smoking calmly and questioned him.

"Hmm? Well, a guy whose ambition is only in his lower eyelashes shouldn't mind this opportunity to climb up."

Gin exhaled a puff of smoke, opened the car window and shook off the ash. After saying that, his eyes fell on Binga's eyelashes, "They have grown longer. This is really funny."

Binga's face gradually distorted, even more distorted than when he kicked Kudo Shinichi. He couldn't bear it, he simply couldn't bear it!

"You bastard."

A sharp knife appeared in his hand and quickly chopped towards Gin's neck. The moment it touched Gin, the cold muzzle of the gun was already against his head.

"If you mess up my car, I'll leave you alone."

The driver, Vodka, tried to reduce his presence as much as possible. I don't understand why the big brother is so rude...

No, how could big brother be so rude? Big brother is clearly telling the truth. It is Binga who has poor tolerance!

"Humph, sooner or later I will make sure you can never hold your head up in the organization." Although she was tough, she had already taken the knife back from Gin's neck, and as if nothing had happened, she opened a bag, put on makeup, put on a wig, and changed clothes...

"Stop the car!" Vodka parked the car to the side. Binga got out of the car with his bag on his back. Before closing the door, he reminded, "Don't forget to find me a woman."

"what?"

Gin didn't say anything, but Vodka was shocked first!

Brother, can't you just find a woman yourself?

Why let my elder brother find it for you?

Don’t you think it’s outrageous?

"Well, Vodka, find him a suitable woman in the organization."

"Yes, big brother!" The vodka made everyone numb, and the big brother agreed, he actually agreed!

Binga snorted coldly and slammed the door shut.

The car window slowly rolled down, Gin's cold gaze fell on him, and he said coldly: "You'd better behave yourself!"