The Black Organization Saves the World[Comprehensive]

Two weeks later, the dark world.

Leaning against the street lamp, Fu Zhao counted the twelve coins in his palm again, and put them into his pocket melancholy: "Oh, I'm almost out of money, and the job hunting is not going well these days, what should I do next? Woolen cloth?"

I was confident to apply for a mecha pilot, but I finally persuaded the interviewer to let him operate the mecha. As a result, the mecha, which is said to be using future technology, collapsed within a few minutes after being connected to the nerves, and then started to run away. Raid every worker there without fail!

After the attack, Fu Zhao climbed out of the cockpit and fled the ruined scene as quickly as possible...and then rushed to the next house.

The dark culinary world is recruiting chefs, and plans to send poisoned boxed meals to the employees of the Security Bureau, so as to achieve ulterior motives.

Cook?He is good at this!

Although in the organization, Fu Zhao's culinary skills have not improved for decades, but it is quite superior to master a monopoly technology - except for him, people like Gin and Belmode are not Knowing how to cook has aroused Fu Yue's confidence in his cooking skills.

On the selection day, Wuliangye successfully smoked to death dozens of judges present with a dish of "Swedish canned herring stewed in white flower snake grass water", and successfully wiped out the dark culinary world...no, cut the weeds by the roots.

Repeatedly looking for a job was hopeless, so I had to do it alone.

He used the rest of the money to buy raw materials, and made a large pack of dynamite, ready to attack the headquarters of the Security Bureau, so as to shock Sherlock once.

Back to the present.

Fu Zhao counted the money on his body over and over again this night, and finally realized the fact that he had spent all his expenses and only had 12 yuan left.

"How can I go back with this little money? The Central District is so far away from the Dark World, it's not enough to take the subway."

While talking to himself in distress, he saw a blood-red Beetle driving from a distance, waving his hands and jumping into the middle of the road: "Hey——are you going to the Security Bureau? Take me for a ride!"

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Central District, late at night.

Sherlock hurried through the open space outside the main entrance of the Security Bureau, with a very long box slung across his back, tightly wrapped in a thick black tarpaulin, and the width was only a little more than the palm of his hand.

A red Beetle stopped on the side of the road, and the passenger's door was pushed open with a creak.

Fu Zhao changed into simple blue jeans and a pullover, and put the tights he took off into a small backpack, with a tactical belt loosely tied around his waist. He happened to be in sight after kicking the car door!

Sherlock also heard the voice, turned around quietly and watched him approach step by step, but did not speak.

"Okay, long time no see..." Fu Zhao was a little terrified by those eyes that implied anger. Then he thought that he would not suddenly pull out a gun from his pocket, and stood uprightly, "I have left The Security Bureau has established itself, and today it is here to sabotage!"

"Combined with what you have done in the Eastern District during this period, the balance in your pocket will not exceed 15 yuan at present. After the funds are used up, can't you go on?" Sherlock looked at the whole body of Fu Zhao, and his disdainful eyes fell on the starting point. On the Beetle that drove away, "Or hitchhiked back?"

Fu Zhao suddenly forgot the purpose of Xingshi's questioning, and nodded cooperatively: "Well, he is really a good man, he didn't seem to be the serial killer you are looking for at all, he drove me when he heard that he was coming to blow up the headquarters building... ..."

"Explosion?" Sherlock heard a certain key word, lowered his eyes and landed on his empty hands.

"What's on your back?" Fu Zhao was about to touch the one-meter-long box behind him, and found that he didn't take anything. He slapped his forehead and suddenly realized, "It's broken! I forgot the explosives in his car." Come on, wait for me to be right back!"

He turned around and ran, chasing the red Beetle that was getting further and further away——

"boom!!!"

The self-made explosives with seriously substandard quality bumped all the way in the increasingly hot city, and the state was extremely unstable!

Fu Zhao changed from running to walking and finally stopped on the side of the road, staring up at the beetle that exploded into a ball of fireworks, and the left front wheel that was lifted into the air by the air wave...

Sherlock hung the long black box on his shoulders, his pupils were illuminated by the flames of the explosion: "What's the name of the wanted serial killer? I changed his status to dead after I went back."

Fu Zhao pretended not to hear, choked up and covered his mouth like a girl, and after taking a deep breath, tears welled up in his eyes: "Ah, he is so miserable, so miserable."

In short, it is a look of "this matter has nothing to do with me".

There were not many idlers on the streets in the Central District, and they were all attracted by the sound of the explosion, whispering around the wreckage of the red car from a distance.

"Let's go, don't watch around here, you will cause trouble to the staff who will deal with the scene later." Fuzhao grabbed Sherlock's shoulders in a polite manner, and fled to the headquarters of the Security Bureau with the expression of a good citizen. "You are really heartless and like to cause trouble. You don't care about me at all in the East District..."

"Am I your guardian? When you were taken away by the fff group, you were stuffed into the trunk and slept on the grill all the way. It took me two hours to rush there, and it was on foot! At that time, I should have gone along The clues traced Loki, two hours late, and this time difference has now been slowly stretched to two days." Sherlock took his hand coldly, and the accusation was not affected at all.

Fu Zhao's guilt-ridden footsteps froze for a moment, and he quickly strode over the steps of the main entrance to catch up with him to defend himself: "It would be great if you said it earlier, I will definitely be dissatisfied if you don't explain anything, this is cold violence. Abusing your partner, I will sue you!"

"So, in the final analysis, is it my fault?" Sherlock mockingly took the long box off his shoulders, hugged it in his arms and walked straight to the elevator.

Fu Zhao was an honest child, no trace of irony could be heard and he nodded vigorously: "Of course you are wrong."

Sherlock... decided to use more direct language next time for the sarcasm.

18th floor, office.

Fu Zhao pushed open the door with ease, and the interior furnishings remained the same as they were before he left, which was touchingly familiar.

"In view of your recent performance in the Eastern District, the headquarters has defined the reason for the postponement of your return as an 'in-depth investigation'..." Sherlock locked the door with his backhand, walked to the table and put down the long box, and changed it to a simple and clear eight Words, "Wages will not be deducted, but subsidies will be issued."

Fu Zhao cheered and jumped up on the spot: "Superheroes should be more generous! And I asked you just now but you didn't answer, what the hell is that?"

Sherlock has a history of shooting guns against walls at home, which proves that he knows how to use weapons and does not consider time and place when using them. It is not unusual to get anything in his hand.

"Antique." Sherlock pressed one hand on the head that was rubbing against him to keep him from approaching, and unwrapped the black tarpaulin that wrapped the box layer by layer.

After hearing those two words, Fu Zhao lost interest. His mobile phone had long been dead, but he couldn't stop him from picking up the fixed phone at the corner of the table to order takeaway: "Crab King? Double-layer Crab Crab Fort with a glass of Coke, snacks Come to the same one... yes, yes, the old address, just write k on the bill."

After hanging up the phone, he put down the small backpack containing the tights, untied the tactical belt and put it next to the table leg.

That box took up a lot of space on the desk, Fu Zhao casually glanced at it, and his eyes were firmly attracted immediately!

"This is... a Taidao?" He is no stranger to this kind of weapon, although most people in the organization use guns, Fu Zhe usually fights with a frying pan.

In the past, football in the world could be used as a weapon. Compared with it, Taidao couldn't be more normal!

A black-handled long knife lay quietly in the glass box, without a scabbard. The sharp blade reflected the light above the head, giving off a chill, and the slightly curved lines were smooth and beautiful.

"The research results of the mad scientist organization, this glass can isolate all phenomena that belong to superpowers, and this can be confirmed through experiments. I went to the land of sunset, and Kayako can't stain it with resentment." Sherlock finally The first thing to introduce is the container for holding the sword, and the waterproof cloth that has been untied is thrown aside.

Recently, Fu Zhao's IQ has improved by leaps and bounds. He looked at the long knife through the glass case, and tapped with his index finger to understand the part he didn't say: "So, what supernatural power does this knife have? Is there a knife spirit in it? Unjust soul?"

"Maybe all of them, maybe none of them." Sherlock didn't let him continue to touch the container, turned to sit behind the desk, "This is the 'super villain' summoned by the reverse reincarnation, and was captured by members of the Security Bureau. Bring it back."

"The villain? Even this kind of dead thing wants to destroy the world?" Fu Zhao was full of doubts, but looked at the long knife with a little eagerness.

Destroying the world is not an easy task. He has tried so many times, but he has never succeeded!

"There have been examples showing that the power of reincarnation can summon non-creatures to this world, such as the 'Skynet System' that is responsible for the information exchange of the Security Bureau, so it is not impossible for Taidao to appear." Sherlock looked at the quietly lying The beautiful murder weapon, "It has a name, it's called Sin Song. I'm thinking about what to do with it... Don't you think there are more and more supernatural forces appearing recently?"

"Too many?" Fu Zhao repeated the question in a murmur, paying more attention to his words.

In my impression, Sherlock seldom used this tone to ask others for their opinions.To be able to ask such a question means that he himself is not sure to the extreme.

"In the past, the mysterious elements were only confined to the land of the sunset, but now the demon sword sin song is in the world, and there are fire mages from the fff group, and the magic family from the Fuyuki district... Maybe Loki's plan to break the rules of the world is not out of delusion." Sherlock's eyes still fell on Song of Sin, and after a long while, he finally reached out and opened the box made of special glass, "What's the use of you?"

The cold touch of Yaodao Zuige came from the palm of his hand, and it was just an ordinary sharp weapon in his hand.

Fu Zhao jumped behind Sherlock the moment the glass box was opened, fearing that there would be a ghost following him, but the demon knife quietly exudes a cold aura, which looks very... attractive.

Yes, very attractive.

Fu Zhao couldn't help touching it, the moment his fingertips just touched the blade, Sin Song suddenly sank into his palm!