The Black Organization Saves the World[Comprehensive]

Fu Zhao, a low-level member of the Black Organization, codenamed Wuliangye.

As a large transnational criminal group in "Detective Conan", half of its members are undercover agents and [-]% are traitors. The only thing that is more formal is that everyone has a codename named after alcohol, such as vodka and bourbon.

Except for Gin, who is the second in command, almost no one works hard.

Fu Zhao was an exception, he was active in committing crimes with a correct attitude, but he still couldn't escape death.

The number one boss hardly showed up, and the big and small affairs were handed over to Gin, who was better at killing his own people than the protagonist.This month's task target is to complete the bank robbery plan. Since almost everyone who can work has died, Wuliangye has finally been promoted from the bottom, and he was ordered to take care of the robbed gold when he was in danger.

But... this is an unlucky organization, except for the assassination of its companions, no evil plan has ever succeeded!

And Fu Zhao was also an unlucky person.

After Jin left the bank vault, Fu Zhao was knocked unconscious from behind, and when he woke up, Jin disappeared, and only the cold mouth of gin was in front of him.

"I didn't expect even you to betray me. I will find the gold by myself. Farewell."

There was a bang from the chest, and Fu Zhao fell to the ground immediately.

If he could do it all over again, he only wanted to say four words to Qin Jiu before the opening: "Boss! I am wronged..."

……

The symbol in it did not lose consciousness, but heard a cold mechanical male electronic voice in the darkness.

Fu Zhao was surrounded by a sense of emptiness, not sure what he heard: "Wait, are you mocking me? I come from a transnational criminal group, why is the success rate of committing crimes not 1%! Besides, why does your Security Bureau recruit people?" When will this probability be counted?"

Under the rustling background sound, the other party was silent for a few seconds, and replied:

A white spot of light suddenly appeared in the dark space, gradually expanding to swallow the body, Fu Zhao stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and when the light disappeared, he found himself sitting on a bench in an empty and unfamiliar corridor.

The scars left by the headshots have healed, and the blood on the black trench coat uniformly distributed by the organization has disappeared.

What about gin?What about gold?

He hasn't had time to explain all this to the boss!

"I...didn't die in that dilapidated alley?" Fu Zhao rubbed his forehead which was intact, and found that there was an extra completed resume in his hand.

His name, age and the photo posted on it are all his own, but... "Why is the occupation listed as homeless? I am a member of a criminal group, so I cannot be discriminated against just because I am at the bottom!"

The roar echoed in the clean and empty corridor, except for the echo, the "Report Office" sign hanging in front of the door a few steps away remained silent.

Fu Zhao stood up from the bench and walked over hesitantly: "It seems that if you don't confirm your identity information quickly, this body will collapse. It won't be another headshot... Is anyone there?"

Less than three seconds after knocking on the door, he unscrewed the handle impatiently... There was someone inside!

A man with gray eyes was nestled in the large boss chair, looking down frantically through the documents spread out on the desk.

The snowflake-like paper flashed past my eyes quickly. An ordinary person might not even be able to read the words on it clearly, but a man can even highlight the key points between pages.

"It's been a long time since I've had a newcomer..." The man looked away from the information for a second, and glanced at the symbol on the opposite side who was looking around, "I urgently need an assistant, so congratulations on passing the interview. Sherlock Holmes, thank you Will...is there any more questions?"

Said so on the surface, the man named Sherlock didn't have an expression of luck at all on his face, and he had a haughty look of "I'm really just being polite, you better not have any problems".

Fu Zhao put down his resume and sat across from him, with the same bad attitude: "The job is to maintain social order? It's a big problem! I'm a member of a criminal organization, why should I be your assistant."

The clattering sounds stopped, and Sherlock finally stopped and looked at him seriously, and reached out to take the resume: "Let me see... isn't it written about vagrants? Taking a step back, even if you are a criminal, you can commit a successful crime." Why is the rate less than 1%?"

The resume that was handed out was thrown back into the hand with a snap!Fu Zhao was hit by a weak spot, and bowed his head sadly: "The talent of our organization is to do whatever we want, how many years...how many years have we never done a successful big case! The boss doesn't see anyone every day, and the second boss kills his own people. More efficient than anyone else. By the way, I got here because he broke me."

"—Enough is enough. This is the first time I've heard of such a useless villain organization. It's not as good as Hydra... Are the newcomers who will come later all at this level? What will you do?" The beauty with black hair and tights interrupted the conversation with a chuckle and came in from the door.

"Actually, our second boss is very responsible at work, but has a bad temper." Fu Zhao maintained the dignity of the organization quite a bit, and his eyes swept across the face of the strange beauty, "You are wearing YSL Mirror Gloss Lip Glaze No. 12 today."

Natasha, code-named black**, only heard some conversations when she came in to get a document. She stopped searching the bookshelves and raised her eyebrows in surprise: "You are right, this is the ability of you as a man." ?”

Fu Zhao heard the ridicule in her tone, and nodded sadly: "...I have worked in the organization all year round, buying make-up for Belmode, who has a boss as a backer, and if the color number is wrong, there is a risk of headshot, or cleaning the car for Gin and repairing clothes , if you don’t sew it carefully enough, you will still be shot in the head.”

The young man who joined the Black Organization with lofty ideals, became a decathlon househusband a few years later.

The budget of the organization is tight. Except for Belmode, who is supported by a boss and is not short of money, everyone else basically only wears a uniform black trench coat, especially Gin, who has worn a coat for at least ten years, and the lining is all layered. Layer patches!

Why are trench coats exported all year round?That's because there is no money to buy other clothes!

Thinking of the tragic death of being mistaken as a traitor, and the inexplicable appearance here, Fu Zhao choked up and said, "Actually, my dream is very simple, just to complete a large-scale crime, such as stealing the entire city's sewer manhole cover or something."

Hei** found the document, and his eyes accurately conveyed contempt to Fu Zhao: "Seriously, after hearing this kind of ideal, I can finally understand why the resume is filled with vagrants. Such a useless organization should disappear sooner." .”

"Actually... you can't say that. After all, it's not easy to avoid the video surveillance of the whole city and leave no trace. There are thousands of sewer manhole covers in this city, right?" The villain's ideal, looking down at the documents, suddenly stopped, staring at the photo on one of the pages.

Hei ** shrugged disapprovingly: "How can you think so well? It seems that you will get along very happily in the future, and your work efficiency will be higher."

The unbearable talisman finally took the case and completely tore up that resume! "Again, I'm a serious villain! It's the one who committed the crime, not the one who handles it!"

The very imposing villain finished speaking, and the office fell into an eerie silence.

Sherlock slowly closed the folder in his hand and stood up, narrowing his sharp gray eyes: "Since you said so, should I cooperate?"

"Cooperate with what?" Fu Zhao immediately had the illusion that he was being targeted by a cold poisonous snake, but he was stunned for a moment when he was pulled out by the other party and bound his hands!

Standing beside her, Sherlock quickly completed the handcuffing action: "No matter where you lived before you were summoned here, one thing to remember is that this city has strict laws, and the only destination for criminals is the prison. But don't worry, the prison conditions here are very poor, you will die in it within three months..."

This makes me even more worried!

Fu Zhao pulled his hands in opposite directions and tried to break free, his tone flustered: "Hey, don't be so decisive, I have been in the organization for so many years and I have never been in prison, and the others have no experience in prison..."

The members of the Black Organization are either super criminals who are good at escaping, or they are dead people who have been purged. The few who fall into the hands of the righteous are undercover agents. Pretending to be arrested is actually similar to going back to their hometown for the New Year... So prison life Few people have experienced this kind of thing!

Sherlock smiled very gentlemanly: "It's okay, experience is accumulated slowly. Or are you going to give up your dignity as a criminal and beg for mercy, and assist me in my work as an assistant?"

A bright mocking face.

Fu Zhao, who was a little shaken at first, immediately became determined when he heard this sentence! "Don't worry, I will never join the decent camp."

Even if you sit in prison, you must maintain your dignity as Wuliangye!

But... Going to prison is only the last option, and escape is of course the best.

The red-brown-haired beauty just now had left, Fu Zhao looked around, Sherlock was the only enemy in this office--if you don't run away now, when will you wait?

The agility cultivated by years of fighting with the police immediately pushed his legs, knocked open the chair and rushed out the door!

"Bang—" came a calm voice from behind.

The doorknob that was almost within reach became increasingly blurred in his vision. Fu Zhao slowly closed his eyes and prayed in his heart, "Don't be headshot again this time..."