The Black Organization Saves the World[Comprehensive]

The moment he held the steering wheel with both hands, Fu Zhao seemed to have returned to the time when he was speeding to his heart's content!

Rolled the black Jaguar out of the parking lot with extreme skill, almost stomping the gas pedal to scrap.

As soon as Sherlock closed the car door, his body was involuntarily pressed against the back of the seat by inertia!Quite unexpectedly, he glanced at Fu Zhao. He usually looked lazy, but he changed his appearance when driving...

The Gin Boss said that something like the accelerator should be stepped on with scrap force to reach the top speed!

Although when Fu Zhao tried to do this for the first time, he knocked the vodka watching the excitement by the side of the road ten meters away, and almost died in the line of duty...

Fortunately, there are no members of the Black Organization on the streets of this city, so there is no need to worry about killing someone by mistake.

The most important thing is that with the identity of the security bureau staff, it is legal to drive in the wrong direction and run a red light!

Even if Sherlock didn't remind him to pay attention to the time, Fu Zhao rushed into the road at the fastest speed.

The black jaguar brought a gust of wind to overtake and dodge perfectly. The gust of wind poured in through the car window, and Fu Zhao's voice was also erratic: "Um... I don't know the way, how did I get to the underground area?"

Sherlock closed the window, and finally opened his eyes, which were unconsciously closed by the wind, and looked around: "...you walked the wrong way."

……Oops.

I wanted to show off my driving skills, but I didn't succeed in being handsome at all!

Fu Zhao tried his best to maintain a deep and cold look, confirmed that there was no vehicle behind to change lanes forcibly, and the tires made a toothache rubbing sound on the ground, and drove towards the east of the central area.

The driving skills cultivated by the second leader of the black organization are quite amazing. Even if he took the wrong road halfway, he arrived at the Rocky haunted area in the underground area 5 minutes earlier than Sherlock expected!

"How do you feel?" Fu Zhao stopped the car steadily near the destination and brushed his hair very coolly.

Sherlock took off his seat belt and opened the car door, turned around before leaving, with a slight smile on his face: "I will leave the driving task to you in the future."

Fu Zhao paused for a moment while locking the car, and asked cautiously, "...do you need a lunch box?"

"No need." Sherlock looked around the street in a good mood, adjusted the collar of his windbreaker, and stood by the roadside and took out his mobile phone.

It's just that as a driver, he doesn't need to deliver meals, so Fu Zhao is more satisfied with his current job. Coupled with the drive, his mood is also high.

It's a pity that Loki, who was discovered in the surveillance, quickly disappeared into the crowd, and he didn't know where to hide.

"Should be around here?" Fu Zhao grabbed Sherlock's cell phone, opened the electronic map and compared the surrounding environment.

The red dots above indicate that members of the surrounding Security Bureau have monitored all passages. According to the information, Loki has not been found in any hiding places around.

Moreover, there was no excited scream from the little girl on the street, which proved that the evil spirit had definitely left.

Fu Zhao turned around in a daze, didn't find anything and didn't know where to go, so he had to pin his hopes on him: "Isn't your brain very useful? Quickly analyze where he might be hiding. gone."

"From the very beginning, I doubted the possibility of him being there. This place is contrary to the details I have investigated." When Sherlock heard that Loki was not mentioned in the news that other people returned one after another, there was an imperceptible look on his face. proud.

"Impossible..." Fu Zhao still believed in the surveillance images, and looked at the screenshots of the video given by the Security Bureau at the beginning, "He just appeared here... Well, there seems to be something wrong... Loki changed This is not what I was wearing when I saw him at the hotel!"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and glanced at him: "Finally noticed it? It is impossible to escape the siege and surveillance of the Security Bureau without relying on disguise. His appearance does not mean that the vicinity is a base... No matter how you look for it, you can only find it." I found a few temporary resting places, and what I want to confirm is his base camp. Why did I only find Rocky and not Jack by his side? I remember that the two of them fled together at the hotel..."

Fu Zhao, who was reminded of his blind spots, patted his forehead suddenly: "That's right! You can't completely ignore Jack just because he is not easy to be remembered..."

"Then let's go." Sherlock put his hands in his pockets, and slowly walked in the direction he decided on.

Fu Zhao was still immersed in the blind spot just now, and asked casually, "Where are you going?"

"Come on, I'll find Loki's temporary resting place and let them collect evidence, so that those people with low IQ won't drag me out of the laboratory." Sherlock walked a few meters to himself, and found that the talisman was still there. Thinking on the spot, he urged, "Hurry up, don't you really want to find something to do?"

Fu Zhao chased after him, vaguely feeling that the people with "worrying IQ" actually included himself.

……

Wuliangye is used to being simple and rough, the most frequent analysis I have done is to check the authenticity of the cosmetics I bought, because Belmode will be allergic to fake products, and now the so-called overseas shopping has begun to be unreliable...

However, there is no need to use your own brain at all to follow Sherlock. The detective with a super brain quickly determined where Loki stayed.

"From the outside, it looks a bit like a private clinic of an underground black doctor..." Fu Zhao stood outside the residential building that Loki had visited, and he could feel the feeling of a hospital from the door.

The entrance of this sixteen-story residential building is very special. It faces away from the street and is blocked by small shops. Anyone who enters or exits will not attract attention.

Sherlock corrected his statement: "Isn't it a bit like this? This is the clinic of the black doctor. Loki was also injured when he met Thor, so he was treated here...Does the doctor know him?"

Fu Zhao was also from a transnational criminal organization, so he was quite familiar with this kind of place full of illegal and criminal atmosphere, and he could recognize it just like an undercover agent.

After all, rather than going to a regular hospital, people like them tend to choose gray underground clinics after injury.

Although there are a large number of cutting-edge medical scientists in the organization, Fu Zhao never considers letting them solve headaches.

As for the reason, it's not that she thinks the other party is too incompetent in treating illnesses, but...for example, sherry wine, no matter if she has a fever or a cough, she only prescribes aptx4869 - eating it can easily kill people!

When he was recalling the past, Sherlock had already entered the residential building and knocked on the door of a certain family on the first floor following the smell of disinfectant.

From the outside, it's just a little cleaner than other houses, nothing special.

"I'm coming!"

It was a little girl who opened the door, with short chestnut red hair and a small face with bangs. She was not vigilant when she saw the two men in windbreakers outside the door: "Are you here to find Mr. Jack?"

Jack... is hiding here?

Fu Zhao was surprised for a moment, seeing Sherlock nodded calmly, and then entered the door smoothly.

The scene inside the house basically confirmed their inference outside. The smell of medical alcohol and disinfectant was stronger, the entrance was narrow, and the living room where the tea table should have been placed was sealed, and a shadowless lamp and operating table were installed.

The girl who looked like she was just old enough to go to elementary school invited them in, rushed into the inner room and called, "Doctor, there is a new patient here, and it seems that the nerves are not normal!"

doctor?

Fu Zhao was wondering what the doctor had to do with Jack, and when he heard the second half of the sentence, he silently decided that it was definitely describing Sherlock.

"I'm just better at surgery..." A strange voice came from inside, and then a man with a naked upper body and only a white coat came out.

The long hair is half black and half white, and a sutured wound is slanted across the face, dividing the left face and the right face into two parts with different skin colors.

The facial features are handsome and the figure is strong, and the natural world regards symmetry as beauty, so this man should belong to the "asymmetric sense of beauty".

In terms of appearance, he is really special, the kind that makes people unforgettable.

Doesn't it mean that Jack can't be remembered at all?Or is my memory poor to a certain extent?

Fu Zhao recovered from the shock, and tentatively confirmed: "Are you Jack?"

The other party nodded calmly.

Fu Zhao looked at the muscular man again, turned around decisively and walked towards the entrance: "Sorry, we are not looking for this Jack."

...This is definitely not the same person!

Jian Hei Nan, an underground doctor known as Blackjack, has amazing medical skills without a license.Of course, the fees are also staggering.

"It's you I'm looking for." Sherlock suddenly said and walked in front of him, his eyes were calm and sharp, and he examined, "You treated a wounded man with blue eyes and dark chestnut hair, right?"

Black Jack, who was wearing a white coat on his upper body, returned the same look and nodded slowly: "Are you someone who knows Luo Ji? Sit down and talk if you have something to do, and I'll make tea."

Unlike the well-mannered doctors, this person was not easy to mess with, from his face to his body.

"Why do you say that a doctor has built up his muscles and dangled around without his shirt on? To deter doctors!" Fu Zhao whispered to Sherlock when he turned around to pour tea, and stared at his back full of resentment.

With the same volume, Sherlock pierced his mind sharply: "You are already envious to the point of jealousy, don't talk to me for now."