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

After Sato Miwako left, Binga followed and returned to his safe house to find Gin there again.

"Hey, what are you doing here? Isn't it too early to ask for a free meal?" Binga took off his disguise, with dissatisfaction written all over his face.

I have to talk to Vodka some other day and ask if Gin can go to his safe house for a meal.

Gin said nothing. The little kitten jumped out of his arms, meowing and running straight to Binga. It stretched its short legs and jumped onto his shoulders, rubbed its head against his neck, and meowed a few more times.

"You miss me after just one day of not seeing me. Do you want to eat some dried fish?"

Binga stroked the kitten's head, ignored Gin, greeted him in a pinched voice, and went to the kitchen to take out a dried fish from the refrigerator.

Seeing that the kitten was eating happily, he held it in his arms and rubbed it again and again. After teasing it for a long time, he put the kitten on the ground, walked to sit opposite Gin, and asked happily, "What's the matter?"

Gin glanced at the kitten rolling on the ground, then glanced at Binga who was in a good mood, and said coldly: "What did Bourbon say to you?"

"What can I say? Just ask why the plan was changed and how the mission is to be completed."

Speaking of this, Binga's desire to share came up again.

"I just found out today that these rats don't have any salary or funding. Bourbon has to work several jobs to support himself. When he was undercover in Neon Public Security, they didn't help him to be undercover more smoothly. Instead, they didn't care about anything and only took the results."

"When I was having friendly conversations with him, his expression became distorted like a Van Gogh painting."

Gin listened quietly to Binga's nonsense and began to wonder if there was something wrong with his vision in selecting people. Vodka talked about gossip endlessly, and so did Binga.

Are these things so interesting?

"Hey, can you please give me some reaction?" Binga saw that Gin didn't say a word, and his expression was still the same for thousands of years, so he sneered, "You are really as annoying as ever."

Gin frowned and praised in cooperation: "You are good at describing things. Get to the point."

Binga sat on the sofa, picked up the cigarette box on the coffee table, shook out a cigarette, put it in his mouth and lit it, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said slowly: "I will contact Kuroda Heiwei and ask him to send the information of Neon personnel within three days, as well as those tasks..."

When talking about the mission, Binga tilted his head to one side, not looking at Gin, "I broke up the mission and gave the unimportant and troublesome tasks to the Metropolitan Police Department."

"Huh? What did you say?" Gin never expected that Binga would do such a thing to him.

"Hey, what's with that expression?" Binga threw the report he had written in advance to Gin, "These people don't even need to be paid for their work."

Gin picked up Binga's phone and looked through the mission report.

More than a dozen tasks were broken down into several parts, and some of the unrelated tasks were all assigned to the cops.

A portion of it was split up and given to peripheral members.

The most important thing is to do it yourself, which is prone to mistakes.

There was nothing wrong with this arrangement, and the tasks assigned to the cops could not be connected, they were all seemingly useless things.

"good."

Gin's praise was genuine this time, but after exiting, he quickly tapped the phone interface with his fingers in small increments to start checking.

In just a dozen seconds, he wrote down all the key content, wiped the fingerprints on the screen after exiting, and returned the phone to Binga as if nothing had happened.

"I have annotated a part of the mission you are going to perform. Please take a look."

Binga took the phone and saw a line of red words on the mission report, which were the modified parts. He put out the cigarette in his hand, compared the content with his own plan, and found that Gin's plan was indeed better.

Although he disliked Gin, his analysis plan was more complete, so... he adopted it.

"Pack your things." Gin reminded him when he saw the look on his face as if he had gotten a great deal.

"What? What are you packing? Going abroad again?" Binga recalled the unpleasant experience he had with Gin last time when he went to Germany, and his face fell. "Why don't you let Vodka go with you?"

"I didn't bring Vodka into the organization," Gin's eyes fell on Binga, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I brought Kurokawa Yuuka into the organization, pack up your things and go to my safe house."

"What? What did you say?" Binga thought he had heard it wrong. Gin wanted him to live with him?

Depend on!

Isn’t he afraid that there will be two alive people before he goes to bed at night, but only one breathing next morning?

Gin was obviously not satisfied with Binga's reaction. He snorted coldly, "For the mission, I don't mind being wronged. As long as you don't do anything unnecessary, otherwise I will kill you."

"Oh, you killed me? Haven't you tried to kill me enough times?"

Binga glanced around, trying to find something handy, but there was only a pillow on the sofa. He grabbed it and threw it towards Gin across the coffee table.

"You'll laugh at my lower eyelashes!"

"I'll let you blow me up without hesitation!"

"Asshole, I will make you lose face and never be able to hold your head up again in the organization."

"Only one of us can survive today."

Gin was pinned down by Binga, his hair was grabbed by his hand, and the pillow in his hand kept falling down on him, so he could only dodge within a limited area.

The point is that he had no idea why Binga suddenly went crazy.

When had he ever laughed at Binga's lower eyelashes?

No!

I always praise his beautiful eyelashes.

Why blow him up without hesitation?

No!

The last explosion was an accident. Who knew that he didn’t retreat, and in the end someone had to rescue him.

I have never done such a thing.

Binga and more than 20 male colleagues with certain power in different places have online relationships through fake accounts. If this matter is discovered.

Not to mention that Binga would be hunted down, even his boss didn't know what kind of rumors had been spread about him by those people in the intelligence group.

I'm afraid that I will lose face in front of the organization for the rest of my life and will never be able to hold my head up again.

As for today, only one of them can survive.

This won't work!

Binga can't die!

If he dies, someone will help him improve his food, complete tasks, and delete surveillance.

Gin grabbed Binga's wrist and pulled hard.

Binga was caught off guard and pulled to Gin's body, his nose hit his chin, and before he could recover from the pain, he had swapped positions with Gin and was pressed on the sofa.

"let go."

Gin's hair was still tightly grasped in Binga's hand.

"Don't even think about it. Even if I can't hurt you today, I will still pluck your baldness."

Binga was pinned to the sofa, and even though he was in a weak position, he refused to admit defeat.

"Let go!" Gin's voice became even deeper.

Not only did Binga not let go, he pulled it harder.

This time, Gin didn't bother to lift the man up with one hand. He picked up the kitten from the ground, went out, and threw the man and the cat into the car.

Even so, Binga still didn't let go, as if he couldn't beat him so he could pull him into a bald head, and he also had a stubborn expression on his face that said he would kill me if he had the guts.

The air around Gin dropped a few degrees, and he took out a dagger and prepared to cut off the hair that Binga was holding in his hand.

However, Binga was faster and took out two homemade bombs from his pocket with a crazy smile on his face.