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

"Do you need help?" Bitchus calmed down this time, but still wanted to laugh when he saw the situation in front of him.

"Take a pair of scissors and cut this thing open," Binga said, looking at Gin with an unpleasant expression, and said reluctantly: "I'll pick a new one for you."

"Uh-oh, okay."

Beatrice pulled a pair of surgical scissors from his pocket and cut the chain under Gin's murderous eyes.

However...

Click!

The scissors are bent.

"My baby!" Bitchus cried out in pain, gently stroking the bent side of the scissors with his fingers.

Binga made a disdainful sound and looked at Gin with impatience. He and Gin were born incompatible, and anyone who met him would be unlucky.

"What kind of broken necklace is this? It doesn't even have a hook. Is it welded on?"

"Yeah." Gin did not refute and admitted that it was welded on.

This "hmm" made Binjia so angry that his head hurt. He wanted to sit up but found that he couldn't. It was very painful.

"I want to go to the bathroom to smoke a cigarette." Gin calmly stated his needs and signaled with his eyes to go down quickly.

Binga said nothing, but thrust his middle finger in front of him, "You'd better think about how to cut your chain, or we'll have to sleep in the same bed tonight."

"You're talking nonsense." Gin ignored the finger that Binga pointed at in front of him, and moved to the side with disgust, trying to keep some distance from him.

Beatrice was really sad. These were his beloved scissors. He had cut so many people's throats with them, and now he would die today.

He took out a handkerchief and wiped the bent scissors, looked at the two restless guys angrily, left without changing their medicine, and closed the door tightly.

Binga broke down under Gin's taunting, then he gave a thumbs up with one hand and raised his middle finger with the other hand and began to roll, wriggle, and slide...

Gin was the one who was in pain. Now the two of them were like grasshoppers tied to a chain. If he kicked him down, he would fall down too.

"Discharged from hospital, there is a mission, 700 million US dollars." Gin released his ultimate move.

Binga heard the mission and asked, "What mission?"

"Miyano Akemi lost the money she robbed," Gin pushed Binga aside and took a breath of fresh air, "Disguise yourself as Shirley and go out for a walk."

"Heh, why don't you ask Vermouth for help with this matter? Humph! Despicable guy."

Binga was unhappy about being asked to disguise himself as Shirley. He didn't like the sisters in the first place. He said that they looked disgusting, and...he felt pain when he walked now.

This guy Gin.

“I don’t want to give her the money.”

Gin frowned, wondering what was going on in Binga's mind every day. Couldn't he be more normal?

But when I think about the fact that my people are more reliable than that woman named Vermouth, I forget about having a little temper.

"Find a way to get out of the hospital first."

Gin didn't want to continue arguing with him about these trivial matters. The important thing was to be discharged from the hospital quickly and separate the two of them. Anyway, he didn't want Vodka to know, and he knew that the entire organization knew about it.

It’s like Binga bullshit.

Binga glanced around the ward and saw that the wheelchair was still there. He wondered how the two people, who could not be more than a hand's length away from each other, would leave.

The key is not to embarrass yourself.

"Get up and put on your coat." Binga had already formed an image in his mind: as long as no one saw his face, the embarrassing thing had nothing to do with him.

The two of them tinkered with it for half an hour. Binga sat in the wheelchair and Gin sat on his lap. He buried his whole body in his coat, and if you didn't look carefully, you could see that Gin had four legs.

Gin pulled the brim of his hat down low and pushed his hair back towards his face a few times, enough to cover his entire face so that no one could tell who he was.

The two of them shared a wheelchair and sneaked out of the hospital because it was close to Binga's safe house. Gin, who used his hands to kill and shoot, pushed the wheelchair on the street for more than an hour.

By the time we got to the safe house in Binga, the wheelchair was falling apart.

Under Binga's command, Gin found the toolbox and used a lock-picking shears to separate the two men. The two loops in Binga's hands could be taken off naturally after the chain was pulled out.

"Tsk, I'm finally free." Binga flexed his fingers, returned the two circles to Gin, and went upstairs in a strange way of walking.

I went to the cloakroom and found a platinum necklace that looked similar to Gin's chain among the accessories. I found a velvet box and put the necklace in it.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Gin standing behind him and almost kicked him reflexively.

"Hey, don't stand behind someone silently," Binga angrily threw the box in his hand into Gin's arms, "Compensate for your necklace."

Gin opened the box and took a quick look. It was similar to his own, but not as sturdy. Looking at the room full of clothes, jewelry and bags, if he didn't know that Binga was a man, he could never imagine that he had these things at home.

But her eyes fell on the can pull ring lying in the exquisite gift box among the jewelry, and she said in a mocking tone: "You still keep this broken thing?"

"Get out, get out of here! I just like the pull ring on the can. It can cut the throat and is inconspicuous. I just like it. What's wrong with that?"

When Binga heard him mocking him again, he was so angry that he didn't care that both of them were injured. He raised his leg and started kicking. When he couldn't hit Gin, he grabbed the bag and threw it at Gin.

Gin jumped out of the cloakroom on one leg, fell headfirst onto the bed, covered himself with the quilt, and said calmly, "Good night."

Close your eyes and fall asleep in a second.

Binga was so breathless that he wanted to tear Gin into pieces. He stood at the door and took deep breaths before he realized that this was his bed!

I turned on my computer and was about to complain about Gin's immoral behavior on the forum when a new picture was pinned to the top of the page.

[Binga gave a thumbs up with one hand and raised his middle finger to mock Gin with the other.jpg]

The faces of both people have been processed, but people who are familiar with them can still recognize them from their features.

Boss: This is Gin and Binga, what are they doing? As an old man, I don't understand.

Chianti: Damn (‵o′), how did they roll into the same bed?

Calvados: Binga is a bit fierce in taunting you so close to your face!

Pisco: Young people really know how to have fun.

Camus: Brother, you are so wild!

Vodka: Ahhhhh, Binga, how can you lie on my brother? His leg injury hasn’t healed yet, get off now.

Vermouth: Oh my, isn't this the necklace that Gin had a world-class craftsman customize? I thought you gave it to some little kitty, but you're wearing it yourself.

Moscato: Didn't anyone notice that both rings were on Binga's hands, and the necklace was around Gin's neck? They are now connected!