The Black Organization Saves the World[Comprehensive]

For a long time, Sherlock has been a strange guest who does not care about the eyes of the world.

But today, before driving Fu Zhao to the food area for dinner, he stuck out his fingers in the car and emphasized repeatedly: "I will leave after I take you in, and you are not allowed to tell anyone there that you know me, or you will leave the job. Understand?"

The talisman on the co-pilot was almost stuck on the car window, and he nodded desperately and hugged the stack of lunch boxes in his arms: "Understood, I am only responsible for eating."

...It's so embarrassing.

Sherlock glanced at him, locked the car and entered the brightly lit high-end restaurant.

He doesn't care about other people's opinions, but he can't stand Fu Zhao using his name to blatantly show off outside, and persuasion is useless, and the cold war is useless.

Wuliangye would seize every moment and whisper "Take me there" next to his ear, and instinctively ignore all malicious emotions such as "disgust" and "disgust". Don't give up.

In fact, according to the rules of the villain, there is a "don't take advantage of petty gains", but considering his current economic situation, temporarily distorting the principle is more conducive to survival.

The official employee's ID card was swiped lightly on the electronic lock on the top floor of the restaurant, and the closed door suddenly opened, revealing rows of meals displayed on the table, and superheroes walking in twos and threes.

Fu Zhao walked in with tears in his eyes, breathed deeply the aroma of food and was filled with emotion in his heart: "Boss, Gin Boss, and other members of the organization, I can finally eat lobster in this world..."

The staff dinner at the headquarters adopts a self-service mode, and the unlimited amount makes it even more rich and powerful!Piano music and light laughter mixed slowly floating in the air...

Sherlock turned up his collar to cover half of his face, seeing Fu Zhao throwing away his lunch box and rushing into the crowd, he left before being recognized.

"her."

The steady baritone that was familiar but not liked made him slow down a bit.

Before Sherlock reached the door, he stopped following the sound and greeted him blankly: "If there is no business, I'll go back first."

"It's rare to see you at a party. Why did you leave within a minute after you showed up? I've been following you since you came in." Mycroft whispered beside him, raising his hand Goblet invitation, "Would you like some champagne? I like this kind of wine that means celebration."

"No, thank you." Sherlock sternly refused briefly, bypassing him and continuing to walk towards the automatic exit door, but there were even more disturbing footsteps behind him.

"Sherlock? You haven't left yet, have you changed your mind? Do you want to eat together?" Fu Zhao ran back happily after sweeping a round, with four or five plates full of food stacked in his hand, seeing The man beside him asked in a low voice, "Who is this?"

Security Bureau superhero?I haven't seen it.

Sherlock sighed deeply, and put down the collar that covered half of his face: "I can't believe I will waste my life here tonight..."

"Mycroft Holmes, it's a pleasure to meet you." The man in the formal suit stretched out his right hand in a friendly manner. The exposed palm was soft and clean. He could be seen as a well-educated intellectual.

Fu Zhao stacked all the dishes on his outstretched arms one by one like acrobatics, and shook his fingertips with his free hand: "My name is Fu Zhao, but my real surname is Hu, but unfortunately, I was registered at the time. The mandarin is very problematic... I just brought all the seafood teppanyaki just out of the pan, and if you want to eat, I can give you some."

Mycroft couldn't help laughing, and the liquid in the wine glass in his left hand rippled: "Hahaha, this is the assistant you recruited? It's so interesting, let's go over there and sit down and chat."

Invited by him, Fu Zhao walked to the empty table by the French window, and grabbed Sherlock by the way: "Your surname is Holmes too? Then with him..."

"That's my brother," Sherlock interrupted, sitting down with great reluctance.

Fu Zhao put down the porcelain plate on his arm, and generously expressed that you can eat whatever you want, and lowered his head to pick out his favorite lobster on the plate: "I haven't heard him mention that there are family members in this world. Last time I went to There seems to be no trace of other people living in Sherlock's house, do you have a good relationship?"

"There is no way. Compared with relatives, my status as the current director of the Security Bureau will satisfy him more." McCoff shook his head helplessly, and sat across from him with a glass of champagne, "Oh, as long as I have this."

Different from Sherlock's sharp and elite sense, his brother is obviously more restrained, like an old-fashioned British gentleman, who likes Oxford shoes without patterns, the kind who will smile politely when he sees everyone.

"Director? It turned out to be the chief!" Fu Zhao opened his eyes wide and excited, and asked cautiously while eating a lobster, "If I bribe you now, can I raise your salary?"

"...I don't think so." Mycroft quickly rebuffed, his teasing gray eyes fell on Sherlock next to him, "If I remember correctly, you handle about half of the cases in the headquarters, even if it is the work of assistants The amount should not be underestimated. Why, don’t you want to subsidize it privately?”

If memory serves me correctly?People with quicker thinking than themselves still need this kind of modesty, is it the so-called gentlemanly demeanor?

Sherlock looked up at his blood brother, "Forget it, he sleeps during working hours every day, and he skips three night shifts for three days of necessary duty once a week. The only advantage is that he knows how to clean, even a robot can do it."

"But you didn't fire him and replace him with a robot." Mycroft pointed out the point sharply, and the ridicule ended here, and he turned his head slightly and put on a serious expression, "Have you reached a conclusion about the disappearance in the West End?"

"The kidnapper has been identified, and the case is handed over to Saul. The next development has nothing to do with me." Sherlock pressed his fingers against his chin, saying nothing but thinking.

"That means there is no conclusion yet." Mycroft keenly pierced through his excuses, his iron-gray eyes were not smiling.

Fu Zhao noticed that the atmosphere in the air was becoming serious, and he raised his head and swallowed the lobster tail and interjected: "The identity of the criminal is obvious, but what's the use of the former evil god kidnapping a resentful spirit?"

"Yeah, what's the use of Loki kidnapping a wraith." Mycroft repeated his words, but obviously asking Sherlock, reminding meaningfully, "You know, the superheroes who appear here come from Different worlds have different backgrounds. It’s like the difference between birds and humans. We can’t fly, so there’s nothing wrong with changing the environment, but birds are different. Well, I have to meet other people , that’s all for today, I wish you a happy day.”

After leaving a long list of meaningful reminders, Mycroft left with his wine glass in his hand. His back seemed to be taller than Sherlock's, and he looked quite strong.

Difference between birds and humans?To fly, not to fly?

Sherlock suddenly put down his hand, and the mist in his eyes dissipated immediately: "I see! Is he planning to do this... Why didn't Sol bring it up? Oh, I guess it would be unexpected with Thor's IQ."

"Why can't you think of it?" Fu Zhao was confused, but if the villain didn't bring him with him when he carried out his evil plan, he wouldn't be interested in finding out.

"Some things they take for granted, but we are completely unfamiliar." After Sherlock figured it out, he actually had an appetite. He picked up the fork and poked a piece of muffin, "Divine power. After coming to this world, all people named as 'gods' The titular heroes are all limited in strength, Thor can no longer lift Thor's Hammer, and Loki has lost his scepter, so does he want...to restore his divine power?"

In the previous world, Sherlock was just an ordinary human being with excellent IQ. He relied on his brain instead of supernatural power to do things. Rocky's abnormal behavior kept him thinking.

What exactly is the evil god going to do?Destroy the world?What's the use of taking away the resentful soul?

Now, everything is clear.

"What? Someone is going to be the Cammy of the New World again?" Fu Zhao gulped down a gulp of orange juice with ice cubes, and complained with a headache, "Didn't Phoenix River Prison also lock up a man who likes to write other people's names on a small notebook?" People, this kind of routine has long been outdated..."

"It's not becoming, they were originally god-like existences in the previous world." A young voice came from far to near, and calmly answered his question standing by the table.

Fu Zhao's hand holding the tableware trembled, and the knife and fork fell on the plate with a crisp sound. After seeing the other party, he heaved a sigh of relief: "Who are you? It scared me to death... This voice is similar to that of a brat I knew before. The detective is exactly the same, if he passes through this restaurant, no one will survive."

The boy who looked like a primary school student was carrying a student-like schoolbag, with a pair of big round eyes under brown bangs, and his voice was childish but clear and rational: "Superhero of the Security Bureau, Yujiro codenamed 'Tongdi'. Mr. Sherlock, I I came here to look for you, and a case that I took over recently seems to be related to the defector Cthulhu."

……

At night, in an unknown underground corner of the city.

The sound of the generator humming continuously, even the air seems to have the feeling of electric current flashing.

Loki, who had disappeared from the outside world for a long time, quietly stood in front of the cylindrical transparent glass warehouse and watched.

A missing child in the West District, Toshio Takashi was trapped in it, a pair of dark pupils with lifeless eyes stared at him on his bloodless face.

If it were someone else... such as a coward like Fu Zhao, he might run away after being glanced at.

"If the abilities obtained by mutants relying on scientific methods can't be compressed, then why do you exist? Or is it only gods who perish?" Loki didn't panic, showing a treacherous smile at Junxiong, almost talking to himself He said to himself, "Reincarnation... I want to see in the end, who is the real god in this world, me or you."