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

Gin paused, shook off the ash from his cigarette, and politely refused, "I forgot, he's quite ugly."

"Tsk, don't think I can't find him." Binga pouted arrogantly, called up several photos of the action team, and tapped a few times casually on the keyboard.

I thought there wouldn't be any problems with the action team. How could someone as cautious as Gin let a rat get in?

The results were quickly slapped in the face, and it was discovered that there was something wrong with Kiel.

"Qin, Qin, Qin, come here, come quickly."

Binga had never expected that there would be a problem with Kiel.

Then when TM was carrying out the mission in the previous life, except for Vodka, everyone else had problems.

Good guy!

Vodka is really a lucky fool. He didn't even know he was surrounded by undercover agents.

Gin grabbed his waving hand and dragged him to sit on the sofa opposite.

Sitting next to Binga, he stared at the contents on the computer screen with his brows furrowed.

Keir?

What could be wrong with Kiel!

Gin's good mood just now disappeared, and he wanted to shoot Rum. Hadn't he checked everything and found no problem?

Isn't he extremely suspicious and checking for rats every day?

How come his action team is like a sieve, anyone can get involved.

Gin stared at Hondou Eikai's name and said through gritted teeth, "Did you just ask me if I had a photo of Rum?"

"Ah? Hmm, huh?" Binga felt that something was wrong with Gin. He felt a pain in his wrist. Gin pinched his wrist tightly, and immediately shook it off and shouted angrily: "Hey, bastard, don't pinch me if you are angry!"

"Rum is a bald, short, and ugly Japanese man in his fifties with an injured eye."

Gin felt that he was not exposing the organization's intelligence. After all, everyone knew it. He was just sorting it out. Binga should not be able to ask questions like whether Rum was a man or a woman.

"One-eyed? Short and mean?"

Binga ignored the bald man, the image flashing through his mind but he didn't grasp it, he just felt that the facial features were somewhat familiar but he couldn't tell where he had seen it before.

But he quickly realized that Gin couldn't possibly tell him about Rum's characteristics all of a sudden. His face darkened, and he jumped up angrily, pointing at Gin and questioning, "Do you want to use me to beat up Rum?"

"Well, you're smarter than Vodka." Gin didn't deny it. That's what he meant. Seeing Binga so happy when he heard that he was going to fight Rum, he explained, "He and I don't get along. He will be wary when he sees me. Besides, he's old. You don't have to worry about not being able to beat him."

Binga:!!!

Binga felt like he had punched cotton. It seemed as if Gin didn't understand what people said and always misinterpreted his meaning.

And... isn't the key point whether you can beat Rum?

You are using me!!!

"You don't have to show your happiness on your face. I'll give you emergency training later." Gin was very satisfied with Binga's performance. Thinking that Kir was a rat, this matter still needed to be resolved, he said slowly: "Go and deal with Kir."

Binga's eyebrows jumped up and he raised his chin, "I can't solve it. My hips hurt."

The room fell into silence, and neither of them was much better than the other.

The two sat together and chirped for half the night.

And Toru Amuro did not sleep all night again. He was thinking about how to explain his exit from the Metropolitan Police Department after meeting Gin.

I closed my eyes and thought all night, and when I opened them it was already morning, and time to get up and go to work again.

When I came out of the bathroom, I found that my hair loss had become serious recently, and my dark circles under my eyes had become heavier again.

Arrived at the organization's base.

He found that he was the only one there today.

Amuro Toru saw the bartender and asked, "Are the others not here yet?"

The bartender responded to Amuro Toru with a look of respect and a little care for the mentally retarded man, "Sir, we are open in the evening."

Toru Amuro instantly understood his eyes. Oh, he was early, but he was not the only one who was early.

"Hi, Bourbon, long time no see, you..." Vermouth stopped what she was about to say, and looked at Amuro Toru, whose hair was thinning and the top of his head was flat, and whose dark circles were darker than his skin, and who looked depressed, and said awkwardly, "It seems that you didn't get enough rest."

"Long time no see, Vermouth. I didn't expect to meet you here." Toru Amuro instantly became very alert. This woman was even more difficult to deal with than Gin.

But he soon thought of another way. If Kurokawa Yuuka could seduce Gin, why couldn't he seduce Vermouth? It would be worth sacrificing himself for his lover.

In the following conversation, the words between Toru Amuro and Vermouth were ambiguous, and the bartender unconsciously used a little more force when wiping the cups, and had already broken several cups.

Finally, the bartender handed over the work here to others, went to the lounge, took off his wig, tore off his disguise, took out his mobile phone, opened the forum and began to edit the essay vividly.

Binga originally just wanted to stay away from gin and experience life, but he didn't expect to encounter such a big drama.

Soon, a piece of explosive news appeared at the top of the forum.

[Bourbon is really hungry! The 70-year-old Vermouth and the 29-year-old Bourbon are extremely ambiguous [two people face to face.jpg], is it a distortion of human nature or do they not want to have sex for a day and a half...]

Boss: What happened to Vermouth's face? I remember she didn't look like this. And Bourbon, how come he's bald at only 29? @Rum Don't hire bald people in the future.

Rum: Yeah, Boss, he wasn't bald before.

Vodka: It's a problem of the lighting when taking the photo, not baldness.

Calvados: Damn, how am I inferior to Bourbon? I'm a crooked black guy. I've been licking for so long and never held hands, and she's actually kissing a mouse! Aaaaaaaaa!

Vodka: That's misplaced.

Brandy: These rats are really bold.

Moscato: Oh my god! They both have golden hair and they both speak riddles. Don’t you think they are a good match?