The Black Organization Saves the World[Comprehensive]

After the phrase "We are true love" echoed in the open space, the disappointment of all members of the fff group was extremely obvious, even wearing masks could not stop it.

Originally, it was already helpless enough to be forced to seek development in the East District, and the fanatical villains who are keen to destroy the world are not keen to leave the order, even if the code of conduct in the group is expanded from "only burn heterosexuals" to "burn all lovers who show love". , they did not catch a few suitable fuels.

After finally catching a talisman, I was quite happy, but it turned out to be true love?

Comrade Commissar of the fire magician put his palms together, and angrily extinguished the flames: "You just say you are true love? Does true love do such superficial things as showing affection in the street?"

"Openly expressing intimacy? No, no, no, you think so, it can only mean that years of loneliness leads to jealousy. It's just an unconscious expression of normal feelings." Sherlock glanced at him arrogantly, bypassing the political commissar and pointing to the grill Walking over, his expression suddenly mixed with concern and worry, and finally settled into happiness, "Fortunately, you are fine now, remember not to run around at night in the future, and go back later..."

Fu Zhao's hands and feet were tied up and hung on the metal rod, reeling like a husky that had lost his freedom, but his face was very ugly under the envious and jealous eyes of the members of the fff group.

Sherlock cut the rope neatly with his pocket knife, his lips were just blocked by his body, and his voice was soft and gentle, but what he said was: "Wait a minute and go back... deduct all your salary for next month..."

Before entering the dark world, he repeatedly warned Fu Zhao to be careful, but he ended up getting into such a troublesome organization, not only his salary, but also his bonus!

"I was wrong, I was wrong, who knew that if I just reminded you to be careful, it would be taken as a show of affection? Salary or something..." Fu Zhao moved his wrist with poor blood circulation, and when he staggered off the firewood pile, he was caught by someone. hold on.

After Sherlock threatened sinisterly, he actually pretended to be nothing and walked off the grill holding a talisman!The volume is controlled to the level that people nearby can just hear: "Of course my salary belongs to you, you can use it to buy whatever you like."

The single dogs around have expressed that they have suffered tons of injuries under the blow of true love.

Fu Zhao already understood that deducting wages is a certainty, and with a long-lost smile on his face, he muttered in his heart: "Your uncle's..."

The political commissar of the fff regiment watched them walk towards the exit coldly, and stopped them only when they were about to approach the gate: "Wait a minute, if you want me to let you go with the qualification of true love, you must at least show the corresponding evidence!"

Fu Zhao's footsteps immediately stiffened, and he turned around in a broken pot, thinking that otherwise you'd better burn me to death, remember to put more cumin.

As a bad guy in practice who dreams of becoming a super villain, he has learned the lessons of countless predecessors and believes that feelings are a huge flag to die in the future!For example, Kenneth from Fuyuki District, blond, blue-eyed, tall, rich and handsome, didn't die because of his sister in the end!

...However, the inner thoughts are not important, what is important is to leave this broken headquarters alive.

"Of course we are true love, very, very true!" Fu Zhao showed a sincere smile to the political commissar of the fff regiment, wiped Sherlock's face with his sleeve, and kissed her.

Sherlock's right hand in the windbreaker pocket suddenly clenched into a fist!Resisting the urge to throw him out, he wiped away the marks on his face calmly: "Appearing here is already evidence, isn't true love coming to save people? This world does not have the power to restrain magic, I am just a Ordinary people, they only found the trace of their partner at dawn, and they came to you without any hesitation."

Nonsense, you obviously went to do other things first, and finally came to save people by the way!

Fu Zhao retorted a hundred and eight thousand times in his heart, but still didn't show any strange expression on his face, and nodded in agreement.

So tired, so hungry, I really want to go to bed...

The face of the political commissar of the fff group was completely covered by the mask, and he couldn't see his expression but could feel obvious doubts: "If you really cared about him, you wouldn't leave him in the Eastern District late at night."

"No, we split up to find someone... Of course not looking for a mistress, but a man who can provide information about the buyer of the jewelry. Mutual trust is the cornerstone of true love." Fu Zhao shook his head vigorously in defense, deciding if this statement was okay. If it doesn't work, I transfer the story of Gin Boss and Akai Shuichi to myself and Sherlock, twisting the relationship between partners into love and killing each other, which is another kind of true love.

"Jewelry? Are you a jeweler?" The body under the black robe of the political commissar of the fff regiment moved, looking interested.

Fu Zhao stretched out his arms, showing off a whole set of crime tools on his body: "It's a jewel thief, do you want to buy a sapphire?"

Under the political commissar's hood, I don't know if it was the bald head shaking: "The money is all used to buy hands. But when it comes to gems... a few days ago, a young man who called himself Luoji came to ask me why I can master manipulation." The power of fire elements, I also want to know if it is possible to infuse the power of magic into gems..."

The fff group usually has few visitors, so that person left a deep impression on him.

"Then, how did you answer?" Sherlock's eyes narrowed sharply.

Political commissar of the fff group: "Then I suggested that he go to Fuyuki District to interview the Tohsaka family. They seem to be better at this. Manipulating magic is like asking why you breathe. This is instinct or talent. There is no reason. He has no answer to this question." He was not satisfied, so he left quickly. Because he came alone, I have no right to detain him."

Sherlock thought for a while, nodded politely, then turned and left: "Thank you very much... Thank you also for giving me back my partner."

Sighs came from the open space behind. The black-robed gods of death who couldn't make a couple were quite disappointed. Today's cumin and firewood were all prepared for nothing.

The sky was getting brighter and brighter, until he was out of the sight of the fff group, he let go of Fu Zhao's hand and walked in front alone, with a very cold expression, vigorously rubbing the side of his face kissed by Fu Zhao.

"Hey, you will be caught and burned to death." Fu Zhao reminded with lingering fear, the red marks on his wrists subsided a little, and his high-top boots stepped on the uneven ground, "Did you find the man in the vest? What did he say? "

The dark world in the early morning seems to be asleep. Most of the villains do not have the habit of getting up early, and lie dormant in the base area to rest. The dilapidated streets seem empty. A convenience store not far away has just opened, and the signboard reads "Killer Black Shop" , appear straightforward and sincere.

"Shut up." Sherlock walked slowly along the street aimlessly, with a thoughtful expression, his brain spinning rapidly to integrate the rumors he heard from the man in the vest.

Rocky's headquarters is in the East District, and the only place that can provide [-]/[-] power supply and high-tech support is the hospital, but the hospitals here seem to be under the control of other forces.

Can the evil god who has lost his divine power be able to contend with these people?

Obviously not, otherwise he wouldn't be in such a hurry to recover his strength.

"Didn't you see the fire magic of that political commissar last night, half the street was instantly ignited..." Fu Zhao had no quiet self-consciousness at all, and continued to chatter and analyze, "I think the fundamental reason why he can't beat him is that there is no one. Exclusive bgm, you see, people who are shrouded in the protagonist's halo, as long as the exclusive bgm sounds, no matter how much blood is left, they can immediately get up and fight back."

After he finished speaking, he was silent for a moment. Without waiting for Sherlock's answer, he simply took out his phone and turned on the music player, switching to select songs one by one.

"You are my little little apple..."

"Having a pair of skate shoes that is different and the most stylish dances must be great..."

Sherlock finally recovered from the devastation of the Divine Comedy, turned around and stopped, and covered the phone's loudspeaker with one hand: "The phone that is uniformly distributed by the Security Bureau? Didn't you ask you to throw away this kind of thing that can be recognized before coming here?" !"

"It doesn't matter. If someone asks me, I will say that I killed the members of the special mission team." Fu Zhao broke free from his hand solemnly, but turned off the player. I won't be caught so casually. Well...no one can beat me in my bgm! This is the legendary villain aura..."

"You can find whatever bgm you want, and it's okay to carry the radio to fight." Sherlock turned up the collar of his windbreaker to try to block the noise, and stepped away from him quickly, "But don't disturb me."

Fu Zhao suddenly thought of something to chase after, and earnestly begged: "It seems a bit embarrassing to carry the radio. Then next time I fight, you can play the violin next to me, and you can sing too."

"I don't want to carry a violin with me, and I don't know how to sing." Sherlock immediately refused mercilessly. If the political commissar of the fff regiment saw this scene, they might be tied up and burned together.

"How about... calling my name? Come on and cheer?" Fu Zhao brushed aside the curly hair blown in front of his eyes by the morning wind, still interested in such trivial matters.

However, Sherlock turned a deaf ear and continued to think against the noise attack.

People who come here from different worlds can only be sealed with the power of gods, which is the law here.

How can I restore it to how it was before?

What would he do if he were Loki?

A flash of lightning flashed through Sherlock's mind, his gray eyes stared forward: "—I will distort the laws of this world."

"Twisting what?" Fu Zhao was confused when he heard a few phrases, "By the way, do you mind playing the violin while I'm fighting?"

Surrounded by a sense of powerlessness, Sherlock didn't even want to explain. He stood by the side of the street and sighed deeply: "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have cared about you."

Leaning against the wall, Fu Zhao curled his lips, and blurted out a sentence: "You didn't want to bother me, did you, you just stopped by to see if I'm dead after finishing your business."

A trace of gloom flashed across Sherlock's face, and he fought back without showing any weakness: "With your destructive personality, maybe I can successfully join the fff group and enter the upper echelon if I come a few minutes late."