The Black Organization Saves the World[Comprehensive]

Still as boring as ever.

Sherlock came to a conclusion before being forced to listen to the whole paragraph, leaning his arms on the experimental table and sighing deeply.

Although he has accumulated experience in fighting countless evil organizations, an organization that cultivates talents like Wuliangye...it is better for world peace to let it develop!

"So, besides accepting undercover agents and hunting down a few of your own people, what else do you do?" Sherlock asked casually, just to pass the time.

It is his habit to know all the things in this world, besides, the daily life of this kind of organization...is really too rare!

The audience actually asked questions?

Fu Zhao's spirit became even more excited, and he showed a big smile: "Ahahaha, of course I also make money. I don't have anything to do to rob banks or something. The funds are used for illegal scientific research, and then illegal drugs, forming a virtuous economic cycle! In fact, think about it carefully. The organization is still very profitable, Gin Boss’s broken car has been driving for more than ten years, it’s a Porsche anyway, and everyone owns one.”

Sherlock's calm expression finally showed signs of collapse...

Good, virtuous economic cycle?

He has been evaluated as "inhuman" more than once, but he is still better than the guy in front of him who happily promotes the evil criminal plan!

Dreams are the symbol of becoming a super villain. In fact, his appearance is very friendly. His disheveled slightly curly black hair has a lazy feeling, and his round eyes will curl up when he smiles.

But the combination of reckless behavior and nagging habit makes a face full of bad luck...

"What's the matter?" Fu followed the narration and delayed the progress. He saw the faint veins on his forehead but didn't hear the words.

"It's nothing." Sherlock immediately denied it, and tried to return to the calm and sharp aura, "But I remember that when we first met you, you said that you were boss..."

Fu Zhao sat directly on the table, pointing at the temple with the index finger of his left hand: "You still have the impression? That's right, I was mistaken for the traitor boss and shot me in the head. It's strange, obviously he beat the bear The child got stuck countless times when he was a detective and an undercover agent, and he hit me with one shot..."

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised in surprise, and his tone of voice was mixed with nonsense like usual.

Sherlock's observation skills are amazing, and of course he would not miss the bleakness that flashed in his pupils: "Then you stayed in this world to destroy all the bad guys one day and go back to the past?"

"Almost." Fu Zhao answered vaguely, concealing another purpose of learning villain knowledge.

The temperature in the laboratory was very low, Sherlock turned sideways on the swivel chair, his cold voice was even better: "It's useless, I worked for the Security Bureau a long time ago, but there have never been fewer cases in the city every day."

Even with his efficiency, he can't reduce evil events. It seems that the proportion of secondary patients who want to destroy the world is quite high.

However, Fu Zhao realized other problems, and asked in a hand gesture: "Why did you die and come here?"

"...It has nothing to do with you." Sherlock's sharp eyes slightly retracted and looked away, obviously not wanting to answer.

It's really stingy, I almost said such a trivial thing as which brand of socks the gin boss likes.

Fu Zhao curled his lips in disdain, thinking of the reason for his rebirth, he suddenly became sad, and swore with his fists: "I must go back, the proportion of traitors in the organization can no longer increase! And I must prove with practical actions that I did not steal the gold!"

The slight sound of the experimental equipment running stopped, Sherlock came over and took away the test tubes in the centrifuge, started the next step of research and poured cold water on him by the way: "In this world is a new beginning, instead of pinning hope on an impossible future, how about Why don't you go get me a cup of coffee."

"Can someone else's future be the same as pouring coffee?" Fu Zhao protested by knocking on the table below him in dissatisfaction.

Without looking at him at all, Sherlock put the test tube back on the shelf and explained calmly, "That's coffee for me."

Fu Zhao sighed weakly: "Ah... I really want to go back!"

The ending came to an abrupt end, and he suddenly thought of his old day-to-day chores, and felt that in terms of work content, "assistants" were more promising, at least he could get the right to use the laboratory.

new beginning...

After realizing it, Fu Zhao scratched the back of his head, and then realized that Sherlock's words were actually very meaningful: "Was that comfort just now? Did I act very disappointed?"

"A child less than eight years old finally saved enough pocket money to go to the toy store to buy the car model he likes, but was told that it was finished an hour ago... that's your expression now." Sherlock put the medical glove up. Mentioned, and glanced over lightly.

There is no denying the comfort, though.

The seemingly inhuman Sherlock is actually very keen. After all, the detective's super brain captures and analyzes the surrounding information at a terrifying speed, and he can quickly detect the most inconspicuous details or emotions.

But it's one thing to notice, it's another to understand.

Reason always overrides emotion, unless...he meets a person who can make his rationality collapse, and has to rely on emotion to remind himself "don't explode".

Good at making people rationally collapse, he simply admitted: "Well, I'm very disappointed, at least let me explain to the organization that no matter how heroic sacrifice is, it's okay. I crossed over without any defense, and I'm not the heroes of the Marvel family. Wandering in different universes every day..."

Sherlock sent the liquid on the glass slide to the microscope for observation, obviously wanting to concentrate on it, but diverted a ray of attention to remind: "Even the stars will become black holes due to time, sooner or later you will get used to it, learn to accept the reality."

Fu Zhao, who wanted to refute, opened his mouth, not knowing how to refute.

At this moment, the mobile phone in Sherlock's pocket rang suddenly, but the person involved was busy analyzing the unknown substances collected at the scene.

The floor of the hotel had been wet with the drink mixture, leaving behind the mud stuck to the soles of Jack's shoes, and the places he touched could be clues to the trail.

After the bell rang for more than ten seconds, the assistant Fu Zhao still walked over with a downcast face, helped him take out the phone from his pocket and pressed the connect button.

"Sherlock, are you still in the lab? Someone found Loki's trail, and according to street surveillance, he last appeared in..."

found it?

The so-called trace identification experts are no match for modern high technology.

The camera is really a good thing.

Jack's face is impossible to remember at all, but Rocky, who is enough to be a perfect example after plastic surgery, is different.

The facial features are deep, the pupils are blue and bright, and it is also a popular evil style, no matter where you go, the rate of turning heads is not low!

Fu Zhao hung up the phone and held the phone in his hand: "Finally, you don't have to deal with these things?"

"How could it be found there..." Sherlock found the place reported by the other party just now on the map in his mind, "No, that place doesn't coincide with my presumed hiding place."

"But the photos have already been sent." Fu Zhao lowered his head and turned on the screen, zooming in on the surveillance screenshot sent by the staff of the Security Bureau.

Loki's exquisite profile appeared in the screen.

Sherlock frowned slightly thinking about the error, and was suddenly pulled out of the door by him.

Fu Zhao gritted his teeth, and was eager to try: "Let's go, let's go, the reality does not necessarily match the theory, do you think what you think is what you think? Now, as the messenger of justice, I am going to destroy the evil god!"

"..." Sherlock's thoughts were interrupted, he took off his rubber gloves and put them on the edge of the table, he dragged a few meters away with full strength before regaining his mobility.

The defector Loki was last found at the edge of the underground area.

The forces entrenched in each block are huge and complex. The underground area is located in the east, very close to the central area, but it is the entrance of various dark forces in the city.

To the east, there is also the dark cooking area, the ninja area controlled by the Akatsuki organization, the spring rain area composed of pirates, etc...

In short, ordinary people go to a dead end, except for super criminals.

... Is Rocky ready to hit the Eastern Block?In this way, even if all members of the Security Bureau take the initiative, it will be difficult to bring him back, and it will be even more impossible if he joins a dark organization!

"The place where Loki was discovered is already at the edge of the underground area, and there is no other means of transportation. Counting the time he spent avoiding the siege arranged by other members of the Security Bureau, it will be too late for us to arrive as quickly as possible." Sherlock said in the parking lot He found his black Jaguar in the middle, and opened the car door with the key, "Without me, they couldn't catch Rocky at all."

Is it too late...

Fu Zhao circled around the brand-new Jaguar, stood outside the driver's seat thinking, and looked up at Sherlock: "Someone once told me that if you arrive at the fastest speed, you will still be late, it just means that the speed is not fast enough. "

This was the first time he spoke in a serious tone after he came to this world.

……

Even if there were no training courses, Fu Zhao had learned a little from the Black Organization.

For example, the basic use of weapons such as guns... Uh, I haven't learned this, because every shot of him will inexplicably hit other members of the organization with a mysterious trajectory.

If it weren't for the fact that the person who brought him in was the second-in-command Gin, Fu Zhao would have faced the fate of being wiped out by headshots a few years ago!

As the second boss of the organization, the man code-named "Gin" has long light blond hair, is swift and resolute, and has a cruel and cruel personality. He is the idol and immediate superior of Fu Zhao.

But all he can do is run errands for his boss.

When Gin Jiu planned to teach Fu Zhao a little at first, it was just so that he could get a more useful younger brother.

It wasn't until later that he discovered that Wuliangye's comprehension ability is very strong, and his learning ability is also good, but the chance of accidentally injuring his companions is too high!Those who were accidentally injured were the few real members, and those undercover agents had nothing to do...

Accurate and proficient driving are the two advantages of the second boss.After much deliberation, Gin felt that driving was less likely to accidentally injure his companions, so he only taught him this in the end.

Facts have proved that Fu Zhao has also perfectly inherited the boss's driving skills, with amazing driving skills and the courage to speed and run red lights.

"Boss, you are really amazing. You must be a talented graduate of Lanxiang Technical School! I am rushing there at the fastest speed." Fu Zhao drove the Porsche that was at least ten years old on the highway at high speed, holding the steering wheel Don't forget to call.

The call quality of dual card dual standby is high...

"...Aren't you here yet?" Gin's icy voice came from the other end, "If you arrive at the fastest speed, you will still be late, it just means that the speed is not fast enough."

A few minutes later, the Porsche brakes made a screeching sound of rubbing against the ground!Fu Zhao stopped steadily at the exit of the expressway: "Boss, Boss, I'm here, the box lunch should not be cold yet, it's in the trunk!"

...Well, the source of this sentence is not the pursuit of speed of life and death, but Wuliangye's late delivery of food to Qinjiu.