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

The researcher's car, which had just left not long ago, appeared again and repeated the operation on Conan on Haibara Ai.

Gin set his eyes on the skateboard, picked it up and looked at it, then took it away and threw it in the car.

Binga had already placed Professor Agasa and Conan in the driver's seat and co-pilot seat of the Beetle respectively.

They threw Haibara Ai to the back and tinkered with the car for a while. The car started to move forward on its own. As for where it would go, that was not their concern.

"Brother, why don't you kill them? And Binga, you are so out of practice that you can't even hit a little devil."

Vodka didn't notice that the bullet could turn, he just thought that Binga couldn't lift the gun.

"Shut up."

Before Binga could say anything, Gin spoke first.

But Binga always felt something was wrong when he sat in the back seat, as if there was something extra under his feet.

He looked down and saw that it was Conan's skateboard.

Who brought it up?

It seemed like only he and Gin got off the car just now. I didn’t touch him, so it must be Gin.

Thinking of the scene of Gin skateboarding, I feel speechless and funny at the same time.

"I didn't expect you to have such an innocent side."

Binga naturally wouldn't miss any opportunity to mock Gin.

"Well, if you can tell me why a skateboard can run at 120 miles per hour, I can give it to you. After all, this kind of thing that only kids can play with is very suitable for you."

Gin is not a man without a mouth, it’s just that the words he speaks are inherently sarcastic.

Binga heard that someone was deliberately mocking him and he wanted to hit him on the head with his skateboard, but the space in the car was too small and he couldn't do anything.

Vodka felt that the atmosphere was not right and immediately changed the subject, "Brother, are we going to meet Miyano Akemi now?"

"Miyano Akemi?" Binga immediately became interested when he heard about Miyano Akemi, and asked excitedly, "Where is she? Has she contacted you?"

But then I remembered that I was the one who sent her to France, and it was Gin who ran away. What does this mean?

Does this mean you think he is not as good as Gin?

In fact, Binga had completely misunderstood. Miyano Akemi was mainly afraid of being beaten.

If Gin is pissed off, he will shoot you immediately; if Binga is pissed off, he will really hit you.

"Yeah, she wants to exchange Shirley for 1 billion, huh, but that woman won't show up."

Gin was disdainful in his heart. Ten billion US dollars was not a small amount of money. Even if that woman sold herself, it would not be enough.

"But I am looking forward to her 1 billion. I am afraid she has forgotten the difference between 1 billion US dollars and 1 billion yen."

After Gin finished speaking, Binga said faintly: "She might...really have it!"

"What?" Gin stared at Binga in the rearview mirror.

"She made 700 million US dollars in France." Binga didn't believe it at first, but that was what they reported.

Miyano Akemi stared at those wealthy people and felt so happy making money from them that even some cross-dressing bosses in some organizations were tempted.

"What did you say?" Gin was a little bit unbelievable. How could Akemi Miyano have the ability to be a peripheral member of the organization who was good at nothing and relied on her sister for support?

"Miyano Akemi made $700 million in France, and ran away when the peripheral members weren't paying attention."

Binga repeated it again, thinking that Miyano Akemi could spend 700 million, how could he not be better than him, and said after a moment of consideration: "Gin, I want to be transferred to France."

"Oh, don't even think about it." Gin sneered. He still wanted to go to France? He was dreaming. Don't think you don't know what he is thinking. Don't even think about it. It's impossible.

"I'll give you 20%." Binga started to bargain, feeling that this was more profitable than doing the missions alone. Why didn't he realize this before?

Gin said nothing, his expression obviously turning cold.

Vodka takes the two to Gin's safe house.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Binga didn't know how he came to Gin's safe house again. He felt that the feng shui here was bad and he really didn't like it.

"Wait!" Gin said one word and got out of the car.

Binga picked up Maobao and got out of the car. He followed Gin and found a problem.

Gin's walk seemed...unnatural.

"Vodka, send that skateboard to the technical department." Gin had already started to drive Vodka away.

Vodka didn't seem to hear it at all, and said cheerfully, "Yes, big brother."

After entering the safe house, Gin sat on the sofa. Binga kept staring at Gin until he sat down, then he looked away, opened the cat bag, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Sable, come out."

Gin glanced at Binga with disdain and couldn't bear to look at him at all.

"Meow~" Just yesterday, Binga named the kitten.

After coming out, Sable staggered towards Gin and climbed up his legs.

Gin picked up Sable and put him on the sofa.

"Are you injured?" Binga stared at Gin's ankle. He was sure that Gin was injured and his walking was different from usual.

"No." Gin refused to admit it. He would never admit that he had bruised his ankle by kicking someone.

Binga didn't care and quickly crossed the coffee table and grabbed Gin's ankle. From the feel of his hand, it was already swollen.

"Hiss, let go." Gin frowned and said coldly.

"I'll apply medicine for you." Binga smiled evilly and had already found the medicine.

Gin tried several times to pull his leg out but failed, so he just let Binga do whatever he wanted. Anyway, he couldn't chop off his leg.

However, he thought it was simple.

Binga was indeed applying medicine to him, but it was extremely forceful.

"Does it hurt? Sorry, for injuries like this you need to use force to push the blood clot away." Bing Jiayang couldn't hold back the pain at the corner of his mouth, and he applied medicine to Gin very seriously.

Gin pursed his lips and endured the pain. What bruise? Where would there be a bruise with that kind of injury?

Binga applied the medicine for two hours. When he released Gin, he smiled brightly and acted as if he was concerned. "I'll continue to apply the medicine to you tomorrow."

"No, we have vodka." Gin almost squeezed out these words from between his teeth.

"Vodka is not as gentle and considerate as I am. Don't worry, I will definitely take care of you until your injury is healed."

Binga was in a good mood, and if Gin wasn't here, he would have laughed with his hands on his hips.

Gin was not so lucky. He could walk normally before applying the medicine, but it became difficult for him to walk after applying the medicine.

"Come here, help me."

"Okay." Binga immediately helped Gin up, and Gin put all his weight on Binga.

The journey that should have only taken a few dozen seconds took the two of them five minutes to walk, and when they arrived at Gin's bedroom, Bingley's clothes were soaked.

Gin watched Binga leave, snorted coldly, and a mocking arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, "You deserve it. All the nutrition in your brain has grown on your eyelashes."

Binga came to the next room, entered the bathroom to take a shower, lay on the bed, took out his mobile phone, opened the forum and started editing the essay.

[Potential is limitless! Miyano Akemi made $700 million in France by stealing the accounts of wealthy people just to redeem Shirley...]

Chianti: Why is the Laozi dance so profitable? Should I join in?

Cohen: No.

Calvados: It turns out that Rye is a gigolo. Why can't I take advantage of such a good opportunity?

Boss: You want to rob others? I can give you 1 billion neon coins as pocket money, but you have to hand over the 1 billion U.S. dollars.

BitChusi: Boss, I’m short of some research funds, can you give me some?

Vodka: The Miyano family all have problems in their brains.

Tequila: It makes more money than my software company, so I want to go too.

Moscato: Didn't anyone notice that Akemi Miyano was an idiot? Didn't he know that the only way to leave the organization was to be burned to ashes?