The Black Organization Saves the World[Comprehensive]

Fu Zhao didn't have to have a meeting and was bored, so he took Sherlock's work computer very consciously after he left the office.

With that person's personality, there will definitely not be any personal information stored in it.Fu Zhao sat on the leather chair with his legs crossed and turned around for a long time, but only found some internal case materials.

Of course, the three cases committed by Comrade Jack are placed in the most conspicuous place on the table.

"The three deceased were brought down by the modus operandi of stabbing and running away..." Fu Zhao carefully read the first-hand information and began to take notes seriously.

The first principle of the villain's behavior: if you can move your hands, don't move your mouth, don't be wordy!

How many seniors who destroyed the world, when the chances of winning the hero were in their hands, were a little bit surprised and filled with the loneliness that no one understood all the time. Feel free to taunt fallen heroes.

But during this period of time, the heroes often get the chance to fight back, and defeat the chattering villain in one fell swoop after their stamina is fully restored!

Every time he heard this kind of thing, Fu Zhao couldn't help but sigh: "Are you giving a speech, or are you sabotaging?"

Could it be possible to increase the success rate by making a long speech before destroying the world?

Obviously not, and no one who has done so has ever succeeded!

In "Journey to the West", the monster caught Tang Seng and swallowed it in one gulp instead of washing it and eating it. No matter how many rescuers Sun Wukong brought in, it was useless.

It can be seen that things like cleanliness and speech addiction will kill people no matter what.

It's still Gin's boss who is straightforward, saying headshots and headshots, without hesitation for a second.

Fu Zhao admired for a while, and then felt uncontrollably depressed.At that time, it would be good to give him half a minute to explain...

After an unknown amount of time, the superheroes left the meeting one after another, and Fu Zhao heard heated conversations coming from outside the corridor, and they were getting closer.

Sherlock pushed the door quickly and came in, but when he was about to lock it, a high-heeled shoe pressed against the door frame!

Natasha's smile was elegant and charming, but her behavior was just the opposite. She kicked the door hard and stood in front of him with a clear rhythm: "You were so uninterested in the meeting just now."

"If your definition of knowledge is twisting principles to please a group of incompetent people, then I'd rather be like this forever." Sherlock loosened the collar of his shirt, and the unaccustomed suit made him even more irritable.

Fu Zhao remembered that beauty, she had appeared when he first came here to report, and she was still in high spirits today after changing into a professional dress.

Natasha noticed Fu Zhao's gaze, and sat directly across from him: "Isn't this your assistant? Jack was locked up in the same prison for a close investigation. How about little guy, did you find anything?"

Sherlock looked displeased: "Don't think that being close can prevent me from hearing the sarcasm in your words."

Natasha raised her eyebrows nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, anyway, you usually treat other people like this."

"Leave from my position, just keep the open programs as they are, and then you can continue to enjoy your wonderful afternoon of doing nothing." Sherlock basically understood what Fu Zhao did on the opposite side of the screen, and waved him to go aside kill time.

Seeing this situation, Fu Zhao already had a general understanding of what happened at the meeting, and stood up with his pockets in his pockets: "Democratic decision-making is troublesome. If it was our organization, we would definitely not get angry because of disagreements."

Because those who refused to accept the boss were pulled out and shot their heads.

Sherlock sat heavily on the swivel chair, with cloudy gray eyes: "I would rather choose to be more straightforward than to act arbitrarily under the pretext of democratic discussion. Why don't they understand that the most important thing now is not to bring Jack back , but to find out the background of the three victims."

"What's wrong with the victim?" The only seat in the office was occupied, so Fu Zhao could only stand by the table, "Could it be that they are actually a member of the mad scientists who developed a virus to turn Jack into that?"

Sherlock stopped all his movements suddenly and stared at him as if completely still.

Fu Zhao tentatively took a few steps left and right: "...what are you looking at me for? Did I say something wrong?"

"Don't tell me you just said that sentence casually." Sherlock blinked, and his expression was slightly relaxed after seeing Fu Zhao shaking his head.

Keeping the symbol of shaking his head mechanically: "It's not casual, but complete nonsense, I guessed randomly."

Sherlock put his arms on the table and bowed his head deeply, his voice was extremely low: "I really can't believe that what an ordinary person said casually is exactly the same as my analysis result..."

"...Huh?" Fu Zhao barely heard the content, and immediately became excited, "I can't be wrong, right! Is Comrade Jack, who was forced to become an experimental product, deliberately retaliating?"

Natasha sat relaxed on a chair, her red-brown hair sticking to her cheeks: "Your boss tried to persuade the task force to temporarily abandon the pursuit of the escaped prisoner's whereabouts and instead focus on investigating the virus organization, but unfortunately, it failed. gone."

"If there is a first infected person, there will be a second one. I don't know how long it will take for d3 to be fully infected after being implanted in the body. In order to prevent them from producing more virus carriers, this is the best way." Sherlock Still dissatisfied, "The three people Jack killed were all doctors, and they all belonged to the mad scientist organization to a certain extent. There are two motives. In addition to deliberate revenge, it may also be the purge within the organization. What we know about Jack There are too few, and it is still impossible to judge what kind of purpose he is for."

Purging is really a nostalgic word... Fu Zhao couldn't help thinking of Gin's hobby of killing his own people.

It seems that no matter where the evil organizations are, their behavior styles are similar to a certain extent.

"I have a chance to get close to them here..." Natasha raised a smile, and slowly turned her head to look at Sherlock, "There will be a meeting of mad scientists at nine o'clock tonight in the underground area, maybe you can take the opportunity to sneak in. But Most of the existing manpower is sent to arrest fugitives, leaving no room for you to execute plan b."

Plan A is to bring back all the prisoners, including Jack. As long as the prison system does not collapse again, Sherlock will know the motive of the three murders sooner or later.

Plan b is to take the initiative to sneak into the organization to obtain internal information.

As for why the "mad scientist" can still gather openly after the murder happened?

The reason is simple. Unlike the Black Organization, it is not an illegal organization, but a gathering of top scientists in the city for the purpose of communication.

If it is not a genius who has made important achievements in certain fields, I am too embarrassed to join, and I am too embarrassed to say hello to those glittering elites...

And the d-series viruses, including the d3 that caused the special mission team to suffer, are even more legal!There is no law in this city that prohibits scientific research. The scientists who participated in the research can at most be regarded as unconsciously going astray when using technology to benefit mankind.

Which law stipulates that you can't change your appearance at will?Not only virus infection, but also a lot of people who take the initiative to undergo plastic surgery.For example, Shuichi Akai is not living well now, the boss of Gin just doesn't care about him because everyone has long hair and left-handed.

The only thing that broke the law was the fact that the d3 infected person killed the three participating doctors.

Fu Zhao was the first to ask, "What is the underground area?"

"One of the 72 blocks, although it has that name, is located on the surface. It's just because of the chaotic management that it has become a gray area that is difficult for the Security Bureau to manage." Natasha explained briefly, still looking at Sherlock, "In advance It means that when I got the news and obtained the party invitation letter by special means, my identity has been exposed, and at least two people from the Mad Scientist Organization have seen my appearance, so it is impossible to sneak in with a forged identity."

What Sherlock wanted to say was blocked, and suddenly he remembered someone: "Field staff... Where's Sol?"

"He was seriously injured while chasing his anti-social bear brother, and he is still lying in the hospital." Natasha shook her head regretfully, and took out lipstick from her handbag to touch up her makeup.

Sherlock looked calm: "Got it, then I'll go."

Natasha's beautiful eyes widened in an instant, and her lipstick was almost applied elsewhere: "It's the underground area with the worst law and order, and you're not a field worker, so you can't escape if you make a mistake! And... with your emotional intelligence Although the appearance of being zero is very in line with the nervous temperament of scientists, can you really sneak into the inside and mingle with them?"

Sherlock in the black formal suit looked shrewd and capable: "I just omitted unnecessary hypocritical politeness in interpersonal communication, and it's not that I don't lack emotional intelligence. What's more...who said I went alone?"

Looking at the talisman with relish at the side, a sudden ominous thought arose.

……

Among the city's 72 districts, the underground district has the second-last worst governance arrangement, but it is much more prosperous than the central district, whose main responsibility is to deal with supervillains.

After all, the tallest building in the Central District is the headquarters of the Security and Defense Bureau, and the largest buildings are the three prisons of Crow Harbor, Vulture Bay, and Phoenix River. According to the seriousness of the crime, prisoners of different grades, from thieves to serial killers...

In short, economic development was not considered at all.

The underground area is different, with a rich nightlife. Even when the sun goes down, there will be countless signboards of bars and clubs lighting up the night sky.

Nine o'clock in the evening is just the beginning of the all-night entertainment. There is a man with a shaggy head standing on the street.

"Are you sure I can do this?" Fu Zhao wrapped his black windbreaker tightly, trying to find a sense of security, "It's a gathering of great scientists, and people who don't usually show their faces in news magazines have no chance to get invitations, okay? I got it, an unknown person like me..."

Sherlock turned his head to look at the unlucky face under the orange neon light, and actually encouraged Fu Zhao: "Please have the confidence of an adult, at least you have been on the news, even though it was a group appearance. Okay, go, hurry to the party It's time."

Yes, it was featured several times on the morning news as one of the "fugitives whose prison system is collapsing."

"In short, it's fine as long as you get in? But I can't decide how much to find out..." Fu Zhao nervously walked towards the well-decorated single-family clubhouse on the street.

Sherlock finally reminded: "Put on the Bluetooth headset, Natasha and I will remind you."

Before standing in a corner where the waiters at the entrance of the clubhouse couldn't notice, now Fu Zhao walked over in fear. As soon as he appeared at the gate of the clubhouse, someone came up to him and asked softly if he was a scientist who participated in the party.

Fu Zhao nodded without saying a word, lowered his hat to cover half of his face, and took out the invitation letter from the side pocket of the windbreaker with his other hand and handed it over.

This attire was completely copied from Gin Boss, with a long black windbreaker and a hat. As long as the eyes are sharper, no matter how you look at it, you will look gloomy and crazy. In short, it is particularly noble and glamorous.

The waiter was probably overwhelmed by his aura. He received the invitation letter and was shocked for a long time without saying a word. After Fu Zhao flung a dozen eye knives, he finally came back to his senses and made an invitation gesture to let him enter the clubhouse. .

The clubhouse that has been completely furnished is more like a laboratory with less perfect facilities than a banquet hall with intertwined toasts, mainly in clean white.

Fu Zhao's eyes lingered for a moment on the hands of the men gathered in twos and threes.

As expected of a scientist, you drink red wine with a beaker...

"Where will it be... I remember that it was written in the information that it is not all members who develop d3, but a certain group of people in the organization." Fu Zhao patrolled around the first floor, "It's not that I deliberately forgot about Jack Ben. Apparently, half his life was choked by the thick smoke, who remembers this. But I will definitely remember it when I see him again!"

Fu Zhao didn't want to shirk responsibility, but he had to admit that because he forgot the face in the smoke, it made the arrest more difficult. Otherwise, with the efficiency of the Security Bureau, Jack would have been arrested long ago.

There were still stairs leading to the upper floor in the clubhouse. Fu Zhao didn't go to get the red wine in the beaker. After wandering around, he didn't hear any useful news, so he went to the second floor.

He was alone on the stairs, which happened to be convenient for communicating with Sherlock.

Fu Zhao raised his hand to cover the miniature earphones hidden in the brim of his hat, and checked again whether the camera on his chest was working: "Hey, is the signal normal?"

"No problem, the image and sound are stable." Natasha answered first.

I didn't hear the sign of another voice: "Where is Sherlock? Where is that guy hiding?"

Natasha's helpless voice came from the earphones: "How do I know...and remember, please call the code name when you act! My name is Hei**, and he is 'Smoker'."

"Understood." Fu Zhao walked slowly to the second floor, "My code name is Wuliangye, and I already had it in the former organization."

An even more helpless black girl: "With such a name, you really can't laugh?"

Fu Zhao seriously explained: "Back then, the boss prepared two code names, Wuliangye and Erguotou, and he had to point at my head to make a choice within three seconds. I was able to choose the former without any fuss, which is enough to prove that my mental quality is excellent. .”

Otherwise, can you still chat so calmly when sneaking into the enemy camp!

And Fu Zhao also made other plans... It was rare to attend a gathering of mad scientists. Of course, he had to learn something to contribute to his future villain career, so he basically came here with an exchange and learning mentality.

There were fewer people on the second floor, and the lights were relatively dim. Fu Zhao wandered aimlessly, and finally heard something useful when he passed the deep red sectional sofa!

The two people who got together whispered in the corner: "As a virus, d3 is too fragile, the last one..."

His ears are very sensitive, but he was too far away and only heard half a sentence, but the other party did mention the word d3!

Fu Zhao leaned over excitedly and took a closer look. Those two people were both wearing white coats, and under the half-light of the clubhouse, they looked extremely unlikely to be good people!

Seniors who destroyed the world, please teach him some knowledge!

Fu Zhao resisted the urge to smile and approached the sofa from the side, and greeted him solemnly: "Are you... the ones who developed d3?"

"Who are you?" One of them said coldly, his eyes full of vigilance.

Fu Zhao waved his hands and quickly explained: "Please don't be nervous! I'm your fan, and my dream since I was a child is to do a perfect crime together. Now I hope you can become my mentor to study d3 together hahahaha..."

In order to get closer, he picked up the champagne bottle on the small coffee table and tried to pour wine for the other party to show his closeness, and stepped forward stepping on the small box next to the sofa.

"Kakaka."

A terrible cracking sound came from under their feet, and the faces of the two scientists were suddenly blacker than the night sky.

Another person finally spoke: "You bastard just... stepped on the last d3 in the world..."

Fu Zhao, who claimed to never shirk responsibility, froze in an instant: "Ahahaha, why don't you put away such an important thing! Locking it in a box is not an insurance measure at all, okay? I thought it was just a stepping stone..."

The slender scientist on the left got up angrily: "I've never met you before. How can I compensate you for destroying important research materials? Are you really a member? How did you get in?"

Fu Zhao couldn't answer a series of questions.

"—Of course not a member. I'm afraid his invitation letter is also forged. I have already notified the security here."

A familiar voice came from not far away, and Sherlock stepped forward to talk with a decent smile.

The same slim black windbreaker had its collar turned up to cover half of its face, with a gloomy and crazy demeanor, a corner of the real invitation letter was exposed on the edge of the pocket, and the bronzing lettering reflected the light.

Fu Zhao understood the truth in an instant: "You bastard still has a hand..."