The Black Organization Saves the World[Comprehensive]

On the street at two o'clock in the middle of the night, a pair of jewelry thieves wandered around seemingly lazily.The resources of the world in the Eastern District are monopolized by various evil forces, and the brightest places in the dark are always the most dangerous. The bar on the corner of the street has a bright and dark LED signboard, which seems to be safer.

That was their first destination.

There is only one floor of the small bar, and [-]% to [-]% of customers are sitting there late at night. The loud noises replace the discarded speakers and the tables and chairs are almost shaking. Of course, the two men walked in without much splash.

Fu Zhao looked around and found that only the high stools in front of the bar were still empty, his eyes lit up under the dim bar lights, and he hurried over.

"A pinch of dark beer." Sherlock followed unhurriedly, and took out a full bill when he sat down.

In a world without rules, the only thing that can flow unimpeded regardless of time and place is money.

"Let me think about what to drink. Of course, beer and the like should be accompanied by barbecue, but it seems that the funds for the event are not enough..." Fu Zhao glanced around the foreign wine with English labels on the wine cabinet uninterested, and then asked the boss , "Is there any milk?"

To be able to open a shop here, the bar owner is of course not an ordinary person. He is more than two meters tall and squeezed behind the narrow bar counter. Fu Zhao's fist, which is about the same size as his head, is holding his chin very girlishly: "No, can orange juice be okay?"

Fu Zhao put his elbows on the table and nodded amiably: "I want to add ice..."

"Hahaha, this is the first time I've heard someone come here to ask for milk, let's go home and drink your mother's milk!" A man in a vest on the left walked over with a big smile, and put the big beer cup on the ground. On the table, "Boss, don't ice the vodka, fill it up!"

The robust boss first took out the oranges and put them on the counter behind him, then took out a bottle of vodka from under the counter, and poured the man eight full.

The man in the black vest stretched out his long hand to pick up an orange, hung on the cup and squeezed out the juice with one hand to fill up the remaining [-]% ​​of the space, and looked at Fu Zhao provocatively: "Boy, do you see it? Get out of here, or in this way, yourself."

With a raw face and slender arms, he has no strength at first glance. He should be a rookie who came in from outside the East District. It is unreasonable not to bully such a person!

The bar owner didn't make a sound to stop him, and turned on the little-used juicer to make orange juice.Dialogue at this level in the dark world is not a provocation, and it is worth taking care of if he broke his desk and chair during the fight.

"No, the trouble of making your hands sticky with fruit juice is dead. You are not the one who washes your own clothes." Fu Zhao resolutely frowned and refused. You didn't squeeze it clean either."

The air froze for three seconds.

The man in the vest spread out his palm wordlessly, and the orange slowly split into two halves with smooth edges, exposing the pulp that still retained moisture.

So in the moment just now, that raw face had already completed all the actions of drawing the knife out of its sheath, splitting the orange, and then retracting it?

Not only that, the orange was neatly cut in half, and the man in the vest remembered that he was still holding his right hand when he squeezed the juice.

So, in fact, there is another movement of controlling the sharp blade to avoid his fingers!

If that person has the idea of ​​seeing blood or his skills are not good enough, the one that splits at the same time as the orange is his right hand.

The man in the vest threw away the fruit and snatched the cup, and left in a hurry without looking back. Behind him, he noticed laughter from the crowd here.

"Ah, it would be even better if there was a small paper umbrella on it." Fu Zhao sighed and picked up the slender glass, pressed it against the edge and took a sip, completely unaware of the serious gaze of the potential provocateur.

"Let's chat?" The bar owner finally became interested in the two newcomers, but first took a look at Fu Zhao's attire, and tried to strike up a conversation: "Such skills will never be forgotten once you come to my store. You just came to the Eastern District ?”

"I got the cut glass box, it's the kind of glass box that contains precious stones." Fu Zhao lowered his voice and approached mysteriously, implying that the reason for his appearance here was a missed theft, "I had to hide in with my partner to avoid the limelight." .”

The bar owner leaned on the bar counter and glanced at Sherlock meaningfully. He didn't see any specialties of the man wearing glasses for the time being, and continued to say: "I see, it seems that I have practiced. By the way, the juice is refilled for free. "

"Well, I have practiced. I used to do odd jobs in the organization, and I would get up before eleven o'clock every morning. I cook the meals for several people by myself, especially shredded potatoes, which are very fast!" Fu Zhao didn't think about it. Answered, picked up the orange juice and drank it down.

The bar owner was silent for a moment, thinking about what this slang phrase meant.

Potato...could it be a reference to "knife tester"?Did he chop those people into pieces?

Thinking about it this way, looking at the distressed and complaining talisman, a chill appeared down his back unconsciously.

Sherlock stared indifferently at the wooden texture on the bar, and interjected into the conversation: "The meaning of the chat, it seems that we are not unilaterally revealing the news, right?"

The bar is a clearinghouse for information. It is not surprising that those people tell any secrets under alcohol hypnosis. The only sober boss may hear some rumors.

Hearing his clear voice, Fu Zhao tightened his fingers holding the cup.

The calm jewel thief and the hunted victim are obviously two completely different identities, but there is no trace of blunt fusion in Sherlock.

The bar owner showed his sharp teeth with a smile, and brushed off the whole bill: "It depends on what you want to talk about. We agreed in advance that no matter what we talk about, we won't give you change."

Sherlock's silver-rimmed glasses flashed white, and he pushed another banknote over, his gray eyes became even more elusive: "This is my first time in the East District, and I want to find a suitable buyer for the inventory."

It turned out to be asking a wealthy chieftain who was interested in jewelry.

The bar owner stretched his thick fingers into the glass with a white towel, wiped it carefully and recalled seriously: "Let me think about it... Xiao organized a large box of nail polish last week, and even hired ninja manicurists saying it was employee benefits... ...Factions that are interested in jewelry? Almost none, most people love gold. The Pirate Empress of the Qibuhai probably likes gems, but she has recently gone to sea..."

Fu Zhao blinked his eyes dully, half-heard the words.

The atmosphere in this bar was too violent, and almost instantly ignited the fighting nature in his blood. If he hadn't remembered that he still had a mission, he would have been eager to fight.

It's not that he particularly loves work, but because...there is a subsidy for business trips!

Sherlock took a shallow sip of beer, strictly controlled the alcohol intake, combined with the information brought back by the undercover member Deadpool, and quickly outlined the power plan for the Eastern District.

"By the way, I've heard a sentence that doesn't count as intelligence. I don't know if it's useful to you." The bar owner observed his words and found that he was not satisfied with this answer. It’s the guy who just squeezed the oranges, and complained yesterday after getting drunk here, ‘Where can I find such a big sapphire’. But he’s just a small character and doesn’t have any influence, so he certainly can’t afford it.”

... Loki's soul gem is blue!

Sherlock put down his glass and looked back, only to find that the man in the vest was staggering out of the back door, grabbed the talisman and followed him, leaving a sentence: "Thank you."

Fu Zhao was pestering the boss to ask for a refill, he stumbled back two steps before turning around, rubbing his curly hair and complaining in disappointment: "You let me have another drink, and you don't need money..."

Passing through the crowded drunks, I finally came to the exit. A dim incandescent light bulb was connected to the back door of the bar, barely illuminating the dirty street, and there was darkness in the distance.

Fu Zhao still hadn't forgotten his mission, and rushed into the depths of the night to look for the man in the vest, but he didn't even hear the footsteps, and shook his head at Sherlock from a distance: "He's gone, after drinking so much vodka, he probably passed out after he passed out." Where did you sleep at home?"

"It must not be out of this street, maybe in another direction, look for it separately." Sherlock couldn't see his movements at all, so he only transmitted his voice.

Fu Zhao is not afraid of finding people in the dark, all the ghosts in this city are concentrated in the west area, that is to say, as long as the barrier is not broken, other places are absolutely safe.

Since it is human, there is nothing to be afraid of.

But he was more worried about Sherlock, that guy should have no problem protecting himself, but the Eastern District is full of freak-level criminals, and there are serial killers who need to pay more attention, so he raised his hand to his mouth and reminded: "Then how careful are you?" -"

The street that Fu Zhao was in charge of searching was connected to the main road, and after walking a short distance, there was a turn.He kicked half of the head around his feet, but he still couldn't find anything.

When I looked back, there was only a light bulb as small as a firefly left on the light bulb at the back door of the bar.

Return to join Sherlock?Or continue to search alone?

Fu Zhao was pondering, but was interrupted by the sickle suddenly placed on his neck!

"Who!" He subconsciously pulled out his scythe and jumped back a few meters before realizing that the main road was full of people!

That group of guys wore uniform black robes, holding a death-like scythe, and pairs of blood-red eyes were exposed under the hood that covered half of their faces. It was obvious that they were not a formal group!

The dark world really can't relax, there are cult organizations parading the streets in the middle of the night!

"Hmph, I can smell the sour smell of love from you all the way. Members of the fff group, come here to carry out a just trial on you and other heretics!"