The Black Organization Saves the World[Comprehensive]

For Fu Zhao, being injured on duty is nothing more chic!

Hospitalization is free, wages are paid as usual, and all expenses are reimbursed.

The most important thing is that in the process of teaming up to hunt down the evil god Loki, because of his outstanding performance, he finally accumulated enough performance and successfully transformed from a temporary worker to a full-time hero. Cool transportation!

Look at Raytheon, when he was a mortal, he used to squeeze the subway to work the night shift every week. After the official hero Wuliangye, he can also drive a nuclear-powered aircraft on duty in the future!

But before going on duty, let him rest for a few more days.

Fu Zhao vaguely remembered what happened at that time, such as the sneer remaining on the corner of Loki's mouth when he cut off the sin song again, and then he accelerated and fell to the ground——

"I guess I will be afraid of heights from now on. Is this considered a work-related injury? Is there any compensation?" The seriously injured patient leaned on the bedside and peeled an apple with a sin song, and his love for food could not be extinguished even with plaster casts on his hands and feet .

Sherlock, who came to visit, felt that playing the violin for this guy that day was because he suddenly went crazy. After taking a deep breath, he ordered: "I'll give you another afternoon to complete the discharge procedures and go back to work."

"What are you doing? I'm still hurt. I can't even get out of bed and take two steps. Do you have any humanity?" Fu Zhao put away the sin song, took an apple in his mouth, and showed him the bandage on his arm.

In fact, Wuliangye has been alive and kicking for a long time. The physique of a superhero is always unusual. He went out to buy spicy sticks when people were not paying attention, but he was unwilling to give up the hard-earned excuse of being lazy.

"If I had no humanity, I would have dragged you from here to the office when I entered the door." Sherlock pulled a chair unceremoniously and sat down, examining his wound with sharp eyes, "...forget it, you It’s too late to change clothes now, I’m going to go into the dark world to investigate, and Deadpool is there to help me, so it’s okay to act alone.”

It turned out that he was pretending not to be cured...

Fu Zhao suddenly lost interest in acting, and took a bite of an apple: "Investigate what?"

"Skynet intercepted the news that a new religious organization calling itself 'Bump Cult' appeared in the East District, planning a large-scale attack against the superheroes of the Security Bureau." Sherlock briefly explained the purpose of the operation, stood up and put the chair back in place, "It is said that they have successfully developed a virus that can change gender..."

Fu Zhao immediately became nervous, and almost choked on the apple while chewing mechanically: "You won't turn into a girl after you come back, right? I don't have experience living with women!"

Until the Security Bureau dormitory is rebuilt, he can only live in Sherlock's house after he is discharged from the hospital.

"...No." Sherlock ended his farewell with two words, and left the ward to work.

Full-time employees follow suit, eating and drinking enough to take a nap, but the dream is full of Sherlock who is gender-reversed, and he is no longer in the mood to be lazy after being frightened awake.

Hospitalization was quite boring after all, he was hesitating what to do next when the phone vibrated by the bedside.

It was a message from the headquarters that all superheroes were temporarily called for an afternoon meeting.

Speaking of which, he hadn't participated in an official hero's internal meeting before.

Fu Zhao quickly made the decision to participate, took off the bandages, cleaned himself up, and changed into formal clothes to join in the fun.

……

The Security Bureau has a very inhumane rule that formal attire must be worn during meetings.

The rules come from the current director, Mycroft Holmes, who once represented the British government and is now the man who represents all superheroes.

He himself does not have any superpowers, but today when the gods are returning to the throne, he still sits firmly in the position of director general, and no one objects to it.

Fu Zhao first took the keys and went back to the Baker community. The owner consciously turned over Sherlock's suit and picked out a pure black one to put on his body.

The top is a little big, but it's okay.

The suits of an orthodox gentleman are all tailor-made and handmade, and there will be no unfitness at all. According to the level of sophistication of the British, in fact, he can't be regarded as wearing a formal suit like this.

However, Fu Zhao is not British, and it is already a shame for the director to go to the meeting without a windbreaker. Besides, the weather is hot now, and he has to wear beach pants and a floral vest to show his respect for summer.

At around two o'clock in the afternoon, the superhero Fu Zhao took the bus to the headquarters building for training in saving the world.

Zhizhi howled desperately on the tree trunk, making people upset.

When he walked towards the building against the sun, he suddenly found that something was wrong with the headquarters building...

Not long ago, the rules of the world were rewritten. Sol and his brother destroyed some buildings when they fought nearby, especially the roof was struck by lightning.

But generally speaking, after being struck by lightning, there should be black or white smoke, not this lavender mist...?

It was as if someone had dropped a colored smoke bomb. The mysterious and beautiful purple gas permeated everywhere and spread out from every open window.

As the stronghold of superheroes, the headquarters receives all kinds of attacks every day, and the smoke and bombs are simply trivial.

Fu Zhao stood outside vigilantly for a while, waiting for the fog to clear before walking in cautiously: "Is anyone there?"

The front desk staff and the cleaning robot are functioning normally, nothing out of the ordinary.

It seemed that he was thinking too much.

Fu Zhao looked at the alarm clock hanging in the lobby, and found that the appointed time had already arrived, so he trotted straight to the meeting room: "I hope McCauf won't deduct my salary, bless you."

It wasn't until he walked into the huge conference room that he realized that worrying was unnecessary, because the director hadn't arrived yet.

Mycroft, an old-fashioned gentleman who abides by etiquette, is actually late? !

Under the gaze of other heroes, Fu Zhao sat on the empty seat at the end without changing his face, looking around curiously.

It turns out that there are so many people in the super rigidity of the headquarters?Many of them were unknown to him.

Fortunately, the people sitting around are more familiar. Thor, the Black Widow, and Tong Di, who have become the real God of Thor, are also waiting for the arrival of the chief.

"Miss Widow, long time no see! Your lipstick is very attractive today." Fu Zhao greeted Natasha on the left first, smiling so much that his eyes rolled up.

Natasha was wearing a beige professional dress, which outlined her slender waistline. Hearing this, she licked her lower lip and leaned over temptingly: "So...do you want to taste it?"

"What?" Fu Zhao froze thinking about what she was talking about, and his gesture of greeting froze in place.

Black Widow got up from her seat, leaned her hands on the conference room table and lowered her head, her full and bright lips were getting closer to him...

Fu Zhao immediately raised his hand to cover his mouth, and a soft kiss landed on the back of his hand!

"Hehehe, what a cute reaction." The black widow retreated calmly, took out the small mirror and began to add color to the lip gloss.

Fu Zhao clenched his fist with his right hand, held up the clear lip marks on the back of his hand and asked Saul on his right: "Thor, do you feel that Miss Widow is not quite right today?"

Saul covered his face shyly: "Don't call me Thor, call me Hammer, okay?"

"What?" Fu Zhao tilted his head again, grabbing his disheveled curly hair and muttering, "Everyone seems...to be out of order today."

Tong Di, whose quick thinking was not inferior to Sherlock's, squeezed from behind and crawled on his lap: "Brother, give me a hug..."

hug?

Fu Zhao was terrified at first, and when he almost jumped onto the roof, Mycroft finally came!

The director of the Security Bureau, who is like a classic gentleman, actually wore beach shorts and a floral vest in line with the summer atmosphere today. He pushed the door open with his flip flops and sat in the first place. He patted the table with his legs crossed.

"Bureau, Director..." Fu Zhao held Tong Di in his arms, and his jaw dislocated almost fell on his head.

Help!Mycroft is crazy!

"Ahem, let me say a few words next." Mr. Director looked at the superheroes on both sides of the long conference table, his voice remained unchanged but a little out of tune, "The dormitory building was bombed, the roof of the headquarters was damaged, we There is no money to fix it. The Security Bureau is making a profit and losing money all the year round, you superheroes, don’t want to make big news all the time! Is it so difficult to save the world by breaking less things?”

The heroes all bowed their heads to reflect, Sol covered his face, with a crying expression leaking between his fingers, the black widow turned a deaf ear and was making love to the people next to him.

McCoff slapped the table and stood up: "So I decided to select nine superheroes with potential to form an idol group to debut and save the Security Bureau in crisis!"

Fu Zhao shuddered and suddenly understood what was wrong.

——Everyone’s personality has changed!