Ming Kong, born in an orphanage, finally got a second chance at life on his birthday, Thanksgiving, and unlocked the achievement of getting admitted to a psychiatric hospital.
Who knew that less than two years later, the hospital director would kick him out for throwing too many parties?
Starving, Ming Kong could only fall back on his old trade and pickpocket people on the street. Little did he know he was reaching into the pocket of Irish Whiskey.
That one reach landed him in the flourishing Black Organization, where he began his third chance at life under the codename St-Germain Liqueur.
From then on, a new rumor spread through the distillery: Don't go near St-Germain, or you'll lose fifty bucks.
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Ming Kong: Vodka, you have no idea how awful my day was. I got dragged off on a mission without eating, and when I finally got to eat, I got diarrhea. I'm so miserable. How can I be this unlucky? Fate is treating me unfairly.
Vodka: So how can I comfort you, St-Germain?
Ming Kong: Send me 50.
Ming Kong: Chianti, you're my big sister, not my coworker. You're my one and only big sister, so...
Chianti: So?
Ming Kong: Sis, could you send me 50?
Ming Kong: Conan, you wouldn't want everyone to find out who you really are, would you...
Conan: What do you want?
Ming Kong: Send me 50 and I won't tell Ran. By the way, card or cash?
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One day, Ming Kong discovered he had been kidnapped. With no way to escape, he had no choice but to call Gin for help.
Ming Kong: Gin, save me!
Ten minutes later, Ming Kong received the greatest comeuppance of his life.
Because Gin had sent him a message with words all too familiar.
[Send me 50.]
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The protagonist is neither a real member of the organization nor a fake one. You could say he's neutral.
After all, he only joined the organization at ten, and by then he had already begun developing his own sense of right and wrong.
There is no Police Academy group in this story, because the protagonist grew up in America.
The protagonist isn't a crazy villain or a tragic beauty. He's just a sunny, cheerful, slightly obnoxious social menace of the highest order.
The protagonist has no romance, but there is a secondary couple.
Theme: Everyone has a future where they can ask for 50
Mingkong is really both white and dark. He only made harmless bombs for parties, killed the dean, tied people to fireworks and sent them to the sky to explode into bloody foam... Should he be said to be a codename member of the black organization?
The QR code on the cover can actually be scanned [Shocked]
Can you send me a copy of the photo? Doge
So in Ireland, judging from the fact that Gin joined the group, changed his name, and then left the group, there is no complaint that Gin killed Pixar. In many fans, Pixar's adopted son would cause trouble for Gin.
Hahahahahahaha Mingkong, give me a batch of your special party bombs, I will V you 50 (sincerely)
I jumped into a very shallow pit in pain... The social terrorist is so cute, I want to pull his protruding hair.
What should I do if I fall in love with the author's new novel, but there is only one chapter and I am eager to read the next chapter? Come on, give me 50. Although I can't help it, I give roses to others and leave a lingering fragrance in my hands. I'll wait with you for the author's update. Come on, give it a try!
Claw, my wife has been here for 23 years
I want to see a colorful side ponytail
It's rare to see such pure blackness and tears