The Black Organization Saves the World[Comprehensive]

The superheroes ushered in the first short vacation since they came into the world.

Although there were no fixed working hours in the past, everyone consciously kept vigilant at all times to deal with possible crimes at any time.

But this time the situation is more special...

After all, most Chaoying are in a state of "no face to see people".

What's going on with the director wearing a floral shirt and taking the lead in mixing in the entertainment industry!What's the situation with the other members still following along!

Before the accident was forgotten by the crowd, McCoff decided to take it easy for a while.

So recently, the Superheroes spend most of their time at home, trying not to show up even if they save the world.

In such a comparison, a superhero like Spider-Man who is quite tightly wrapped every time he is dispatched is obviously very advantageous. Anyway, the masses don't know what he looks like under the mask.

Captain America, who covers half of his face, suffers the most from the Hulk who has to take off his clothes when he acts, or heroes who don’t change their disguise, such as Thor.

Thor hesitated for a long time between "killing himself with a hammer" and "killing his younger brother with a hammer", and finally chose the latter, chasing Loki all the way to nowhere.

Have these people really returned to normal?

The only relatively normal sign, after observing it for a while, came to a conclusion: "Since you know it's embarrassing, it means it's normal."

Including Sherlock.

That guy usually does his own thing, but obviously he can't pretend he doesn't care when this happens. It's fun enough to just look at his expression these days!

……

"what are you laughing at?"

When Fu Zhao heard the cold question behind him, he immediately regained his composure and shook his head desperately to fight against the low pressure: "I didn't laugh, how could I laugh, obviously I have to go on a long-term business trip today... Hahahahaha! I'm sorry, I can't hold it anymore... Haha Haha, the way you convulsed before was really fun!"

Before he could make a serious promise, he collapsed on the dining table laughing, shaking the glass next to him.

Sherlock raised his eyes from between the newspapers, and continued to release the low pressure: "I have another way to make you happier, do you want to try it?"

"No, no, no, I still don't try." Fu Zhao immediately got up and shook his head, drank all the water in the cup in one go, considered breakfast, and ran to the bedroom, "I'm packing, the cooking area I'm going to go to later is in By the sea, right?"

Sherlock hummed and continued to listen to the morning news while reading the newspaper.

The Cuisine District is also a neighborhood of the city. It is located on the southern seashore and is famous for its rich food and chefs. The atmosphere is peaceful and stable.

By the way, Kuaiyin students came here to take on the delivery business after the collapse of the human design. They can deliver more than 700 people a day, all of which are five-star praise.

This area is the destination of their investigation this time.

It is not appropriate to say that it is a destination, but someone needs to go to the field to confirm the situation of the cooking area, and take another vacation by the way.

Sherlock thought for a while and looked down at the newspaper again. For him, going there was work, but for Fu Zhao, it was probably a complete vacation. After all, the scenery there is beautiful.

In the newspaper, there was a personal interview with Xingping Chuangzhen, a famous chef in the area.

The young man in high spirits in the photo solemnly emphasized: "There is only one secret to cooking, and that is to prescribe medicine, and you must prescribe more medicine!"

At ten o'clock in the morning, the newly promoted superhero and the crime-solving maniac left home and drove to the cooking area with their suitcases.

Usually this time is still in the state of not waking up, and now he is sitting in the co-pilot feeling confused, and he also finds reasons for his lazy behavior: "Sherlock, look at the previous virus incident, which made all Chaoying shameless. Yes, if you don’t take the initiative to drive when you go out, acquaintances will definitely laugh at you for this matter, but if you drive, you can say that driving can’t be distracted and ignore him.”

"Really? No one has mentioned it except you, and I usually don't greet people I don't want to talk to." Sherlock raised his eyebrows disapprovingly, and stepped on the gas pedal deeper, "Have you read the information in the cooking area? Oh, you don’t need to answer, I’m asking this question in vain.”

Fu Zhao yawned holding the small backpack containing snacks, "I found a lot of travel information last night. We can live in a hotel by the sea when we arrive, and we can pick up shells as soon as we go out! Okay, okay, don't stare at me." ...What is the purpose of our operation this time?"

"Confirm how much the cooking area has been infiltrated by dark forces." Sherlock answered lightly with his hands on the steering wheel, and briefly introduced the cause.

It is said that the dark cooking organization stationed in the East District was smoked to death by an unknown undercover agent with a dish of "canned Swedish herring stewed in white flower snake grass water" and more than [-]% of its members were smoked to death. The evil forces that were once deeply rooted in the Eastern District have since been wiped out.

Only a few people fled to the cooking area, ready to revive and start the great cause of destroying the world.

Fu Zhao regained his energy after hearing this, and unconsciously straightened his body.

Leaving aside anything else, the incident in the East District...why does it sound so familiar?

Didn't the judges who reviewed the cuisine that day fainted from excitement because they discovered him, a world-destroying genius, but were smoked to death by that dish instead?

With a guilty conscience, Fu Zhao coughed and turned on the car radio: "I will definitely work hard and bring news back to the headquarters."

Sherlock shot him a piercing look.

Fu Zhao suddenly became nervous, but luckily the radio broadcast resolved the embarrassing atmosphere in time.

"Lelouchi, the leader of the Black Knights, has the same style of colored contact lenses. They are moisturizing and breathable. They can be removed and put on in a second. Make a call now, and the top 100 will have a chance to be geassed by Lu Dian himself!"

It seems that the villain industry is not doing well recently, even the second generation of the emperor has come out to advertise.

……

The city, which consists of more than 70 blocks, has a huge area, and the cooking area is located on the relative edge. It can only be reached in the afternoon by car at the earliest.

According to regulations, this distance can be applied to drive a stealth plane, but Fuzhao was a little afraid of heights after falling from the plane, and firmly rejected this impressive means of transportation.

Sherlock originally planned to fly the plane by himself and let him drive separately, but after he proposed, seeing Fu Zhao's eyes light up, he guessed what he was thinking, and decisively withdrew his thoughts.

Probably because after he drove the stealth machine away, Fu Zhao went home and went to sleep with no sense of responsibility...

In Fu Zhao, Sherlock deeply found the feeling that others treat him - he can't understand him, but he can't kill him.

And Wuliangye's way is obviously better, probably because he was used to being hunted down since he was a child, he can't detect other people's malice at all, and even if he finds out, he will never take it to heart.

Sherlock resolutely refused to admit that he couldn't do anything about him, and deliberately aimed at a stone while driving across the road and crushed it!

"Oh!" Fu Zhao, who was not wearing a seat belt, jumped up on the seat and hit the window glass, covering his forehead in pain.

Sherlock focused on driving calmly on the surface, and the corners of his mouth raised quickly.

It was almost noon, and the black car parked on the roadside rest area, ready to adjust for a while and continue on the road.

Fu Zhao had no interest in saving the world anymore, he was lazily leaning on the co-pilot with his eyes closed, still rubbing his bumped forehead.

Sherlock suddenly realized that he might have hit harder, paused and asked in a more gentle tone: "Do you want to eat a sandwich?"

"Fat intestines? I like the Chinese style better." Fu Zhao opened his eyes with interest.

Sherlock pondered for a while whether the sausage sandwich was Chinese food or Western food, and the only conclusion he came to was that it was a wrong decision to take the initiative to talk to him, so he immediately turned around and got out of the car and slammed the door.

"Hey, why are you angry again?" Fu Zhao chased after him briskly, looking around, "Isn't there a restaurant in this rest area, why do you still eat the sandwiches you brought, I don't like the foreign version of Roujiamo."

Sherlock walked straight to the convenience store, not trusting this kind of small store: "When you arrive at the cooking area in the afternoon, you can order what you want to eat there."

"People who come from a world that only has fish and chips, don't be picky, what's there to eat in sandwiches." Fu Zhao turned a deaf ear, dragged him to the dirty little restaurant, and stood at the door calling, "Boss, can you eat?" Do you want boiled fish?"

"Of course! We have two options, wild fish and farmed fish. The wild fish is rich in heavy metals and carcinogens, and the farmed fish is full of hormones and antibiotics. Which one is more resistant to this guest?" (..)