The Black Organization Saves the World[Comprehensive]

Fu Zhao finished binding the printed incident report, opened a page, stared at the text, and sighed unconsciously with a melancholy expression.

At ten o'clock in the morning on weekdays, he has already learned a series of office skills for being lazy and distracted.

This thick file is the list of fugitives from Crow Harbor Prison compiled by Sherlock. The petty criminals who escaped in the chaos after Rocky broke through the prison system, plus Comrade Jack who has died, just enough.

Jack...

Thinking of this, Fu Zhao sighed again: "It was hard to find a partner who destroyed the world together, but he died so soon? I'm so unlucky for being unfair..."

"Because God is fair, that criminal got what he deserved, and left one for us." Sherlock was sitting in the leather chair, interjecting in a relaxed tone.

The talisman next to the printer turned his head bitterly: "I didn't kill him! I didn't mean to..."

The momentum of the last sentence was obviously weakened.

Relying on the advantage of "absolutely not to be remembered", Jack escaped from the brewery before Sherlock personally appeared to direct the siege, broke his ribs and fell down and hurt his leg, and the injury was controlled within "a few months of rest" range of recovery.

——As long as you don't get patted by Fu Zhao with an excited and life-threatening hand.

After accidentally injuring the criminal, Fu Zhao still had a look of grief and disbelief. He put the criminal on the ground and shook the dead body desperately: "Brother, brother, what's wrong with you!"

So... After a detailed autopsy, the forensic doctor added two more items to the report: skull fracture and cervical vertebra comminuted fracture.

Residents of the city said that Jack, who committed a felony, was punished, and Wuliangye was the only one who felt dejected.

Of course, Sherlock beside him is full of malicious ridicule.

"I read your investigation report and realized how difficult it is for Jack... He went bankrupt and developed d3 just to be remembered for doing evil, and even his own brewery closed down due to poor management." Fu Zhao lowered his eyes and closed the document, like Closing Jack's coffin.

Sherlock's office has been given a new look, the windows are clean and orderly, and a new swivel chair belonging to his assistant has been placed in the corner of the desk.

Fu Zhao walked to his place, sat down and solemnly opened a notebook, put the organized documents aside, looked up and looked around for pens, and then took the one that Sherlock didn't use.

"What are you writing?" Sherlock couldn't figure out why the person who couldn't sit still would pick up the pen obediently, and leaned over to take a look.

Anyway, he was also his assistant, so that he would not be aware of any big conspiracy brewing in the future.

Fu Zhao graciously erected the hard-shell notebook, revealing a line of words on the title page - "Things that a top villain with an outrageous fashion value must know."

This manual, simply called "Knowledge of Top Villains", keeps recording the knowledge he has learned about annihilating the world. He has been writing it since before he came to this world, but he compiled a copy after his rebirth, which is extremely important for Fu Zhao thing.

To be a top villain, you need to be perfect in every aspect, and there must be no negligence!

For example, swearing and swearing are all pawns who want to get lunch in just one minute!

Another example is bullying the old and the weak, because they are not passionate and confrontational, they will definitely lose popularity quickly!

...In short, in this "Top Villain Notes", which is divided into several parts, Fu Zhao directly copied the "Code of Conduct for Primary and Secondary School Students" in the opening chapter.

However, he can increase his charm through hair dyeing and tattoos, and he can also say some of his lines in the second half of his body to improve his personal recognition.

Another example, what should I do if I just bought ice cream and didn't eat it on the ground?

"——It's not me who's wrong! It's the world, woo woo woo, you should still be able to eat it..."

Fu Zhao insisted that Jack's tragic death was caused by stepping on the Coke cans he threw, which violated the rule of "no littering", so the villain god is punishing him.

So use a pen to draw a heavy line under the article to remind yourself to strictly abide by the rules.

Sherlock glanced over and basically confirmed the content of the note, and silently returned to his seat, mourning for the time he wasted just looking at it.

Fu Zhao played with the pen and explained seriously: "Don't underestimate it, this is my painstaking effort, and it will definitely come in handy."

Sherlock raised his hand silently, and covered his ears before he said the first word, so as to avoid his thoughts being disturbed: "I have no ability and my mind is full of thoughts of destroying the world... If I had known this way, I would never have left you."

"Didn't you ask me to do odd jobs because you were crazy busy? It has nothing to do with ability." Fu Zhao accurately pointed out the hidden truth, and after thinking with his head tilted, he wrote new content at the back of the notebook.

Sherlock has lost interest in probing, and his gray eyes flickered as if he didn't hear anything...

It was at this time that Hei ** opened the door and came in. He was dressed in a casual dress with a delicate bag, and he had obviously just arrived at the headquarters.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your harmonious conversation. I'm here to file the report on the Crow Harbor incident. Are you ready?"

Sherlock held his forehead: "Miss Natasha, if you have eyes... No, you don't need to have eyes, any conscious person will know that I can't get along with him! I have put on the expression of attending a funeral since I went to work today. I babbled about Jack's tragic death for over an hour, and was pretty negative in action..."

"Anyway, I have received an elite education in the organization, so don't call me useless! Don't forget that I printed the documents for you in the morning." Fu Zhao immediately retorted, and handed the bound documents to the gangster.

Sherlock is very bossy, showing a cold smile that should be expected: "That is a task you must complete, sir, the success rate of committing crimes is less than 1%."

As a top villain, you must maintain your dignity!

Fu Zhao put down the pen and jumped up to move his hands and feet, posing as if he was going to do something big: "Although you seem to have a nickname of 'the super brain of the Security Bureau'...but no matter how good a person is, there must be something that he is not good at! At least one thing, you are definitely not as good as me!"

Sherlock didn't get up, and looked up slightly: "Wrestling skills? Maybe I'm not skilled enough to be a field worker, but I also cultivate boxing and swordsmanship as a hobby... Forget it, tell me."

Fu Zhao curled up his lips and smiled sinisterly, leaned in front of Natasha and asked, "Miss Widow, lend me your bag."

The curly eyelashes of the black breasts fluttered slightly, and he handed the things to him, watching calmly with interest.

Fu Zhao zipped the bag to the end, and put the contents on the desk.

Foundation, lipstick, sunscreen, mascara brush...

Taking out the eyeliner as the end, Fu Zhao pushed the bottles and cans towards Sherlock, and flipped his hair provocatively: "Come on, tell me the usage and order of these things, if you are right, from now on I will definitely treat you like a gin boss and strictly follow all orders! Oh...widow sister, this lipstick of yours is a fake, throw it away as soon as possible."

Sherlock: "..."

The office fell into an eerie atmosphere of silence, and the so-called super brain also crashed occasionally.

In the world, of course, there are things that he is not good at.

Until the black girl took the information and left, Sherlock still maintained a rigid and frustrated expression, as if he had just been baptized by a storm.

Fu Zhao's eyes were covered by bangs, his whole body was covered with black air pressure, his shoulders trembled, and he laughed evilly: "Humph, hehehehe..."

Sherlock sat upright in his seat, recovering from his sluggishness: "...let's write a paper on the trace identification of different types of lip gloss."

"What? Me?" Xie Xiao smiled until the muscle twitched, and pointed to himself in disbelief, "No, I still need to revise the "Top Villain Notes". .”

"The cosmetics industry belongs to metaphysics, and common sense cannot be applied." Sherlock explained solemnly, blinking his left eye, "Well, I admit that I am not good at this aspect."

Fu Zhao scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, and muttered in a low voice: "I thought you were very proud, but I never thought you would ask others to do things..."

Sherlock liked him a lot: "Because it may be used in solving crimes, it has nothing to do with personality."

"I didn't expect that the experience of helping Belmode to buy things will come in handy. I will definitely become a top villain!" Fu Zhao picked up a new stack of paper, pondering over how to write a pen for trace identification, and the tip of the pen rubbed against the paper to make a swish sound. Swish sound.

It is also the work of a househusband, but the application can be regarded as an improvement in solving crimes, right?

"Only the case will excite me." Sherlock glanced at the direction of the paper and solemnly reminded, "Wait, what I need is to distinguish the traces of different lip glosses, not how to identify the authenticity of the online store."

Fu Zhao stopped writing, crossed out those two lines and re-wrote: "I know, I know... Also, Natasha told me yesterday that when no case happened, the special task force did not need to clock in every day to go to work, and their activities were completely free. Can I not come?"

"It's up to you after you finish writing. I spend most of my time here waiting for the case to happen. I haven't stopped for several years." Sherlock turned his head and looked at the quiet screen. The computer in front of him was always on standby. Alerts when events occur.

Fu Zhao thought it would make sense to replace that sentence with "Pray for the case to happen", but...

"How many years? I remember that you came to this world a long time ago, and your qualifications are older than most people." Fu Zhao quickly sorted out his ideas, listed on a piece of paper what should be useful for solving the case, and looked up to try to find out what happened to him. I found gray hair in my hairline, "Isn't it too old to be old?"

Sherlock didn't look back, leaving a chiseled side face, and said calmly: "When the members of the mission team were summoned to the present world, they were given the task of destroying the bad guys. As long as the task continues, no matter how long it takes, they will always maintain the appearance of first arrivals. "Time is meaningless to you and me."

On the other hand, Fu Zhao was already close to immortality, so he continued to work in high spirits, and the "Top Villain Notes" in his hand was blown by the wind.

Because his attention was not there, he didn't see the rare worry in Sherlock's eyes.