The Black Organization Saves the World[Comprehensive]

The Inquisition Society·fff group is a high-profile vicious criminal group active in this city. It takes "burning down all loving couples" as its highest goal of action.

After all, there are still many single dogs in the urban area.

However, the danger factor of this organization is only two and a half stars. In the training before entering the dark world, it was stated in the data that the fff group would only attack couples, so they are relatively safe.

Fu Zhao looked at the black-robed members who surrounded him from all directions, bowed his body warily but tried to communicate: "I haven't known him for a few days, why does he smell sour like love?!"

A resentful accusation emerged from the crowd holding a scythe: "Dare to show off your affection in the street after only a few days of acquaintance? Yilu should be burned!"

"Yilu should be burned!"

"By example!"

"I can't explain it to you single dogs!" Fu Zhao tried to leave but was gradually forced to the corner. He looked back at the quiet and deep back street and didn't see Sherlock, so he changed the subject, "By the way, have you watched?" See a drunk man in a vest walk by?"

"You still dare to mock us? You still dare to step on two boats?" The members of the fff group dressed as the god of death lowered their noise, and their resentment was so strong that it made the night darker.

Two people got out of the crowd and approached the talisman, and took out clanging iron chains from under the black robe to tie him up.

"There are too many people, so we have to withdraw." Fu Zhao quickly backed away with a mutter, and took out the light from the light bulb that rushed towards the back door of the bar at the fastest speed in his life.

As an organization that existed in the early days of the city's establishment and has been active to this day, the fff group has no restrictions on the ability to recruit members, which can only explain one thing.

——The leader of this mob is so strong that he doesn't care about being held back by ordinary people.

Fu Zhao ran less than three meters away, when the bright and howling flames chased him from behind, separated left and right and ran forward along the wall of the back street, met in front of him and turned back in a posture that swept everything!

He actually forced him to stop abruptly!

"Fortunately, I collected it in time, otherwise this face would have been disfigured..." Fu Zhao patted his chest with lingering fear as a handful of hair on his forehead was burned off by the red fire.

The air smelled of burnt protein, which became weaker and weaker.

The calm footsteps separated the group of criminals in black robes, walked through the formed passage and stopped behind him, raised his voice to show his identity: "The current leader of the fff regiment, just call me the political commissar."

Fu Zhao sniffled, and knelt down skillfully with his head in his hands: "I won't resist anymore."

If it is an enemy of the physics department, it is still possible to fight, but the political commissar of the fff regiment...seems to be a full-level fire magician!

It didn't take much effort for that flame to scorch him whole, so was running away useful?

Members holding iron chains surrounded them again, tied up the talismans tightly, and transported them all the way to the execution headquarters of the FFF regiment.

The effect of the security bureau's rectification plan is obvious, and the range of activities of the fff regiment is forced to be compressed in the dark world.However, most of the desperadoes in the East District are single, and even if they want to burn couples, they can't find materials!

Now that the political commissar has finally caught someone who is openly showing affection, the headquarters is filled with joy like the New Year.

Fu Zhao was thrown into the small warehouse with his hands tied behind his back by iron chains, and he sat on the ground with his back leaning on the pillows of the girls in sailor suits, surrounded by instant noodle boxes and figurines. The headquarters of the fff regiment is a large base of dead houses, and almost all the house boys in the city are concentrated here.

Dawn always comes early in the Eastern District, and the sky lightens up after half of the curtains are drawn.

On the wall directly opposite to Fu Zhao was a portrait photo. The black-haired man in it was good-looking, but a red cross was drawn on his face.

Captain Cumin, who locked him here, introduced that this man was Makoto Ito, and he was stabbed to death by random knives because he stepped on two boats. Such a guy is burned at most.

"Hey! Hey! Yujiro, do you hear me? If you don't send someone to save me, I'm really going to be burned alive!" Fu Zhao lay down on the body pillow and pressed the girl's face in the sailor suit until it was almost deformed. call out.

"During the mission, please call me Emperor Tong." The elementary school student corrected me in an orderly manner through the invisible headset, "Pipe already knew the news of your attack two hours ago, and the current coordinates have also been successfully sent, waiting for him to rescue you You."

Of course, the members of the mission team who sneaked into the East Zone will not be completely unprepared, and it is very important to keep in touch with the headquarters at all times.Neither the locator nor the communicator was damaged, so it wasn't too panicky being escorted all the way here.

"Two hours? Why did Sherlock go for so long!" Fu Zhao struggled to shake the iron chain and didn't feel it loose, turned over and bumped his head on the pillow with a wail.

Tong Di: "He found the man in the vest and he was still talking, saying that he would come back after the end."

"I think he doesn't want to come..." Fu Zhao stopped dizzily and lay down on the pillow with a sad face, "Can you help me connect to which channel? I want to scold him before I die."

Tong Di sighed, his voice between a child and a young man had a nasal sound, which was very unique: "Wuliangye..."

Fu Zhao responded immediately: "Hey!"

"——Why can you use this code name without any psychological discomfort?" Tong Di suddenly forgot what he wanted to say, and picked up a lock of his hair on the other end of the communication and twirled it around his fingertips.

"What's wrong with Wuliangye? Anyway, it's a famous wine and it's not too bad. It's just the difference between literal translation and free translation. If vodka is renamed Erguotou, it will immediately lose its aura." Fu Zhao can feel him even if he can't see Tongdi's movements Very leisurely, his eyes fell on the package of instant noodles, "If you change the code name, what do you think of Vernef wine?"

Tong Di: "It's better than Wuliangye, but...do you have this kind of wine?"

"Fire-knife means burning a knife." Fu Zhao shook his head and sighed, he finally loosened the iron chain a little while he was struggling, and continued to wring his wrists in high spirits, "It looks like a brat who hasn't passed the second stage of middle school. I like names like Emperor and Wang, childish, quite childish."

Tong Di was defeated by his miraculous translation ability, and did not cut off the communication but stopped talking.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether he opens his mouth or not. The fff regiment has prepared all the materials needed for the fire, and sent Captain Cumin to bring the show lover to the execution ground.

All members wore uniform black robes, and the difference was almost indistinguishable once the masks were buttoned.

Fu Zhao could recognize that the person who took him away was Captain Cumin, because the moment the other party came out, the air was filled with a pleasant smell of barbecue...

"Where am I going?" Fu Zhao stood up with his shoulders on the ground, tiptoed and looked behind him.

Only one person came, as if there was a chance to get away?Sherlock probably can't count on it, he'd better save himself.

Captain Cumin bent down and picked up the end of the iron chain, holding it in his hand, and simply replied with two words: "Execution."

... Execution?So fast!

Fu Zhao suddenly felt that his feet were floating, and he struggled desperately to hook his feet to the ground, but he was dragged out of the room.

A huge barbecue grill has been set up in the center of the open space of the headquarters of the fff regiment. It is a rack that can be turned over to roast a whole lamb. The metal sticks on it are brand new, waiting for the first sacrifice to be placed on it.

The political commissar was also dressed in a black robe, a cluster of flames jumped from the palm of his left hand protruding from under the clothes, and the voice under the mask was low: "Last night, we caught a man who was showing affection on the street..."

"Burn him to death! I'll donate a liter of gasoline!" Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by other members of the onlookers.

Captain Cumin opened the iron chain of the talisman, changed the binding into a posture with his hands tied in front of his body, and skillfully sent it to the grill.

"I didn't show affection, we are ordinary friends! Ahhh, help—" Fu Zhao hung on the shelf and swayed from side to side, looking at the firewood piled up under him with fear.

The exit was not far away, and the old and rusty iron gate was half closed, leaving a way out, but it was probably burned by the political commissar before he ran there.

"It's useless, it's too late to explain now." Captain Cumin tied a rope to his feet.

"Then you remember to put more cumin! Remember to turn it over! Don't burn me!" Fu Zhao knew that struggling was useless, so he closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the hot flame to rise from under him, and sighed again. He added angrily, "You want me to be roasted deliciously..."

Because the delay of speaking for a few seconds is still not enough, the political commissar of the fff regiment has already finished the mobilization meeting. In the excited eyes of the members, the flames jumping in the palms are even hotter, almost falling on the firewood full of gasoline in the next moment——

"boom!"

The violent sound coming from my ears was not caused by an explosion, but the sound of the big iron door being kicked open!

Fu Zhao carefully opened his eyes a little, for fear that there would be a roaring fire in his sight, and suddenly found a familiar figure in the distance, and excitedly waved his only finger that could move: "Sherlock! You have finally rushed over, this group of people I insisted that we were showing our affection last night, and I just reminded you to be safe!"

Sherlock kicked open the gate and stood there, his gray eyes fell on the red marks on his wrist, and he quickly found the iron chain on the ground, frowning.

"Is it another person? It's actually another person from last night..."

"How dare he find this place?!"

"Just burn the two together..."

The members didn't get an order from the leader, so they didn't act, they just chattered.

Shylock pushed aside the crowd and walked straight to the political commissar, lowering his eyes haughtily by virtue of his height advantage, his tone seemed to order: "You can't burn him to death."

"Why?" The political commissar sneered under the mask, and the manipulative flame turned into a thin line to attack him directly, "One of the iron rules of the fff regiment, those who do not consider others to be happy alone, will be burned without mercy!"

Sherlock seemed to have known that the flames would not hurt him, and met his eyes motionlessly: "Because, we are true love."

The second iron rule of the fff group is not to burn true love.