The Black Organization Saves the World[Comprehensive]

Gin has a cold personality and doesn't talk much, but once he speaks, he seems to make sense. For example, he said to Vodka before, "I never remember the faces and names of people who have been killed." A look of admiration and admiration.

It was Fu Zhao's turn, and after listening to it, he was silent for three seconds, took out a pen and paper and began to write an application for the boss, planning to find some funds to buy walnuts for the boss to replenish his brain.

Gin, who never left his body, happened to not be carrying any weapons that day, so he searched around the house and found one, pulled out the pull ring and threw the talisman over...

The hem of Fu Zhao's unified organizational uniform was burnt. Of course, he applied for funds to buy a new windbreaker and took the opportunity to get kickbacks. These are all things to come.

"Grumble."

It was this sound when it rolled across the ground.

Back to the present.

After Fu Zhao realized that the thing he kicked back was a ball, he ran towards Tong Di at a faster speed, grabbed the child by the waist and carried it on his shoulders, and fled deep into the alley!

The alley where you can't see your fingers is instantly illuminated by the flames of the explosion, and then quickly dimmed.

Who would use such a big killer when they robbed!

Fu Zhao's ears were a little numb from the shock, but fortunately the shock wave of the explosion did not implicate him here, but he felt that the temperature behind him rose a few degrees.

"Do you like the way I greet you? Although I didn't greet you at first."

The woman's sobbing sound stopped suddenly, and she slowly stood up from the ground, and her figure changed subtly.

The clothes are still the same as before, but the physique and voice are completely different.

"Ah, Loki?" Fu Zhao squinted his eyes for a moment, and then recognized who that person was from the darkness, and greeted him enthusiastically, "Long time no see, your hairline seems to be further back than last time."

Loki threw away the shopping bag used to disguise his identity, and the sundries in it rolled to the ground, and sighed regretfully: "Oh...why didn't you just blow up to death?"

Fu Zhao pushed Tong Di behind him, stood in front of him vigilantly to block all the bloody smell, raised his chin and pointed to his feet: "Isn't one of them already dying?"

The power of the explosion was not great, at least not comparable to the one that collapsed the entire dormitory building, but the man who robbed in the middle of the night couldn't dodge, lay motionless on the ground, and the dark blood spread under his body.

"I can't help it. Anyway, I was a member of the Security Bureau. I still have to do something serious to maintain the peace of the city. Don't you think so?" The evil god's blue eyes gleamed in the darkness, and he leaned against the wall casually and looked over. "My current identity is a wanted criminal. It is not easy to go out to buy something, and I still encounter this kind of thing."

Fu Zhao took a few steps back, fearing that the madman would throw something at him again, and commented concisely: "You deserve it."

Loki shrugged his shoulders, heard the approaching footsteps behind him, straightened up and jumped onto the wall in an instant, half-squatting and smiling at him: "I'm leaving, see you later, say hello to Sol for me."

"...Loki passed here in disguise, and when he was intercepted, did the few of us meet?" Sherlock settled the car, and when he stood at the entrance of the alley, he only saw the back of the evil god flashing past, and deduced But it's very true.

Fu Zhao slowly approached the seriously injured robber on the ground along the corner, took out his mobile phone and started calling the emergency number, reminding: "It should be, Yujiro discovered the situation at first. The people on the ground still have breath and can be rescued. Call After that, let's run quickly, or we will have to stay and pay the medical bills."

Tong Di lifted the schoolbag to his shoulder, and a trace of uneasiness flashed across his soft childish face: "I just saw that woman was forcibly dragged into the alley just now... Is that the evil god who has been missing?"

"I know, I know, no one thought it would be him." Fu Zhao rubbed his head reassuringly, not letting the minor directly witness the injury scene, "Go and wait outside, don't come in if you are afraid of blood, I have to bandage that man... I don't know if he will survive after being touched by me, but if he bleeds like this, he will die."

Yujiro waved his hand dissatisfied, and took a step forward: "I'm not afraid of blood, I just feel a little guilty because I let go of the wanted criminal just now. I will catch him to make up for my mistake, that's it."

As soon as Fu Zhao squatted down beside the wounded, a bright light appeared behind him. Yujiro turned on the flashlight to help him illuminate, and he could see from his lowered eyes that he was calmer than an adult.

Fu Zhao gently turned the hapless criminal who was trying to rob the evil god, lifted his shirt to check the bleeding area, and suddenly stopped breathing: "Well...how about you stop taking pictures, I can bandage in the dark, but I'm a little dizzy. I can't see anything, now—"

"No, just keep the light on like this." Sherlock said suddenly, bending over and stopping in front of the pile of debris left by Loki, a smug smile flashed across his mouth, "He thought he would not leave any clues if he ran fast ?"

Fu Zhao had already wrapped the most seriously injured left abdomen of the wounded man with a shirt torn into strips, raised his head and asked casually: "What did you find? Did Loki also buy fruit? He bought it for himself, so he probably wouldn't eat it." Poison it, if you don’t want it, can you let me take it back?”

"Sir, I really sympathize with you partnering with this kind of person." Yujiro walked over slowly holding a flashlight, looked at the black brown and fast food boxes scattered on the ground, "Rocky definitely didn't come out for shopping, he pretended Where is the identity going? And it seems that it has been hiding in the dark world all this time..."

Hearing the sound of an ambulance approaching, Fu Zhao tied a bow on the bandage and urged, "Hurry up, save the fruit for me!"

Sherlock glanced at the mud and blood on his hands, and resignedly picked up a black brown and threw it over to make him shut up: "I've got enough clues, let's go back first."

Any clues just by looking at the plastic bag?

It's puzzling for Fu Zhao to gnaw on fruits that are not too sweet. Those things can be bought anywhere, so it doesn't necessarily prove that Loki is hiding in the underground world.

"It's not the contents, but the bag. All shopping places replaced plastic bags with degradable materials a long time ago, and there are corresponding signs. Except... the eastern city area controlled by dark forces." Sherlock finished dealing with the ambulance, I was a little annoyed by the question when I got home, so I explained.

The eastern part is collectively referred to as the "underground world" or "dark world". The residents are all criminals who fear the world will not be chaotic.

Sitting in the back row, Tong Di took out his laptop computer and put it on his lap, typing: "The matter just now has been submitted to Sol, and he will stay here to find out the reason why the evil god left his lair. Therefore, Next, we must go to the East District."

……

Since a business trip is coming soon, the first priority is to recharge your batteries.

This is Fu Zhao's own opinion. After all, the other two people—whether they are the eccentric British detective or the precocious boy—have no intention of taking a break.

Tongdi is only ten years old, and he got the same limit score as Sherlock in the intelligence level test of the Security Bureau. His physical fitness is dozens of times higher than that of ordinary people. Maybe he will be stronger than a super brain when he grows up?After all, all the characters in the Japanese manga are like opening up, and the super power settings are piled up to death...

After returning to Sherlock Holmes' house with the house number 221b, the two men who love detective work and have a strong sense of justice coincidentally start to log on to Skynet to analyze information about evil gods.

Fu Zhao lazily yawned and got into the bathroom. The future crisis has nothing to do with him...

The brightest light in the living room was turned on, and everywhere it was illuminated was bright white.

Half an hour later, Fu Zhao came out of the shower, ran to Sherlock on the sofa, and pushed down on his shoulder.

"Do you have a change of clothes? I like black pullovers. The one I just tore into strips was used to bandage someone else's wound..." Fu Zhao wiped his curly hair with a gray dry towel, and fine droplets of water flowed down his chest. on the towel wrapped around her waist, and then bumped him with her arm.

A precise city map appeared on the screen in front of Sherlock, and he gave him a blank look after being interrupted: "No."

"Is there something wrong? My house was blown up, and we have to see how the rubble is cleaned up tomorrow, and whether we can salvage some belongings." Fu Zhao instinctively ignored Sherlock's emotional dissatisfaction and continued to ask, shaking his head. The water droplets on the tip of the hair flicked back and forth.

Sherlock leaned on the sofa and raised his hand to cover the overly bright light. If he didn't answer, he would probably start asking if there are any socks. He took a deep breath and reminded at the fastest speed: "The lower part of the cabinet on the far right of the bedroom is full of clothes. You can take whatever you want, and then go back to the study to sleep, you are not allowed to come out, and you are not allowed to sleepwalk!"

"No, I'm a little hungry again, and I plan to get something to eat." Fu Zhao wrapped his head in a towel, stood up and walked towards the bedroom, leaving a row of wet footprints on the floor with his bare feet.

Sherlock finally looked relieved when he left.

"There is already news that the collapse of the dormitory building may not be caused by evil gods. The Super Villain Demolition Association claimed on the Internet that it was responsible for the incident. The other party is an organization that is keen on aggravating building damage during fights. It originally planned to blow up the headquarters building but was unable to do so. Get closer, and choose to attack the unsuspecting dormitory downstairs..." Yujiro sat cross-legged at the end of the sofa, his light brown pupils reflected the text on his personal laptop, and when he looked up, he saw Fu Zhao's lazy back, "Sir, your partner Doesn't seem to have superhero training, so why keep him?"