The Black Organization Saves the World[Comprehensive]

Although the invitation letter obtained by the gangster was genuine, the one handed over to Fu Zhao was a fake one.

After the club staff verified the authenticity, they immediately confiscated the counterfeit invitation letter.Fu Zhao was identified as "a social unemployed trying to sneak into a high-end reception", and a group of tall and burly security guards invited him out of the club. Of course, the actions were very rough.

"Don't you think I'm a fame-seeking person? I just tried to get in because I often skip classes, but I love learning more. I'm an admirer of everyone... I plan to discuss with senior scientists how to destroy the world... ...Hey, don't pull my windbreaker!" Fu Zhao hugged the railing of the stairs and didn't let go, half of his shoulders were torn off the black windbreaker with his open arms.

Sherlock stood at the end of the stairs, looking down at him condescendingly: "Even if you are thirsty for knowledge, you should use proper means to enter here. If it is not for sabotage in the venue, I believe everyone here will be happy to answer your questions."

His words made the scientists onlookers nod.That's right, even under the banner of "love to learn", you shouldn't do this kind of thing!

What's more, someone noticed the commotion just now, and basically believed that the curly-haired boy in the black windbreaker was sneaking up on others and destroying an important test product!

Is there such a dedicated worshiper?

Fu Zhao became the public enemy of the club, and Sherlock, who had the courage to expose his identity and uphold justice, became one of his own.

…However, self-confessed scientists overlooked one detail.

That is the Sherlock who presides over justice. In fact, they don't know each other very well.

It is indeed a good plan to let the unlucky cannon fodder sneak into the party with a forged invitation letter, and then reveal his identity and quickly gain the approval of the members of the Mad Scientist Organization.

Even as a symbol of cannon fodder, Sherlock has to admit that Sherlock's IQ is at least on the same level as that of Gin Boss.

But he was still extremely dissatisfied when he was invited out of the clubhouse, and his complaints were specifically manifested in his physical actions...

"Boy, are you provoking us!?" The bald security guards with an average height of 1.9 meters were quite angry.

Fu Zhao was thrown at the door of the clubhouse, keeping his middle finger up: "No, no, this gesture in our hometown means to praise you for your dedication."

Not only opening his eyes and talking nonsense, but also blatantly treating others as mentally retarded...

The bald-headed security guards approached slowly with their hands and feet moving, forcing Fu Zhao to a corner where the neon lights were not illuminated, ready to "diligently" repair the troublesome social loafers as he said.

From the looks of it, Fu Zhao, who was born with an unlucky face, was worthy of that face, and he was indeed going to be very unlucky!

Just when the encirclement circle formed by the bald security guards was gradually shrinking, completely blocking Fu Zhao in the corner, there was the crisp sound of high-heeled footsteps coming from behind.

Some people have reached the point where they can tell that they are beauties just by listening to their footsteps... The security guards turned their heads one after another, only to find a red-brown-haired beauty standing behind them.

The beautiful woman is not only the face, but also the curvature of the curly hair on the ear side is equally attractive. Wearing eight centimeter stilettos, she stopped not far away and said with a smile, "This is a public place, please don't let people see it too bloody." scene, okay?"

Asked by the beauty, one of the security guards left resolutely: "Forget it, just drive him out. If you beat him up, the club will not be able to explain it."

The bald heads left one after another, leaving the talisman with his back against the wall and sighing: "... Are you leaving like this?"

Natasha raised her eyebrows, and walked slowly in her high heels: "It seems that I shouldn't have come out to help out. It seems that you are very disappointed that no one has repaired it severely."

Fu Zhao still had a lazy expression on his face without any tension: "Who said I would be fixed... Ah!"

Natasha kicked her right leg hard and landed on her ear, completely interrupting his unfinished sentence!The slender heel even made a dent in the wall, showing the power of that kick!

"You avoided it? I aimed at your head." Natasha murmured incredulously, keeping her kicking posture, her right foot stopped less than five centimeters from his ear.

In her expectation, the other party should squat down covering his head, and it is not impossible to faint on the spot.

Fu Zhao turned his face to the opposite direction, and raised a hand to cover his eyes: "I look unreliable, but I'm also a member of a regular villain organization..."

When the Black Clothes Organization was working as the "Wuliangye", he bought the wrong foundation color number that Belmode requested countless times, or patched Gin's black windbreaker with a girly floral cloth head... There is such a thing Ability, at least dozens of times a day "pull out to clean up" and "pull out to get headshot".

But even so, Fu Zhao still lived happily for several years!

For no other reason, just as someone is good at cross-dressing or shooting, he also has a skill-it can be called a first-class martial arts.

If you do it seriously, it won't be a problem to get rid of the group of tall, bald security guards within a minute, let alone avoid Natasha's attack!

And in retrospect, Fu Zhao completed a series of movements of covering her eyes and turning her head to avoid the moment she raised her leg, with excellent coordination and reaction speed.

The red-haired beauty showed an interesting smile: "A first-class skill? I really underestimated you. But... why don't you look at me directly, contempt?"

"No." Fu Zhao shook his head vigorously, and while covering his eyes, he pointed at her right foot next to her ear with the other finger, "Although there is a smack but it's still a miniskirt, it's better to pay attention... Yes Alright, are we currently on a mission or just chatting? Should I call you Natasha or code name black**?"

"Call me sister." Natasha, who was dressed as a banquet queen, lowered her legs, and her legs were slender and straight wrapped under the skirt of a dress embroidered with exquisite patterns.

After hearing the voice, Fu Zhao let go of his hands with a sigh of relief, claiming that he is a bad guy, and he is quite honest: "If I had known that Sherlock would push me out as cannon fodder for myself to successfully sneak in, I would have paid him back later."

"Think about it, that person is not the character who would tell the whole plan before the action begins." The black nipples wearing high heels are almost as tall as the amulet, especially when standing side by side.

What's more, when the height of men and women is similar, women often look taller.

Feeling the pressure, Fu Zhao stood aside: "There is a back door to this club, right? Find Sherlock from there... You said before that he is not a field worker, and I can see that he has no self-defense. ability."

"Are you worried?" Black ** looked sideways, "Don't underestimate his ability to use language as a weapon, but he is not an expert in limiting his self-protection ability to fighting."

Fu Zhao, who was lazily leaning against the wall, stood up straight and walked towards the back of the clubhouse: "Then I'm going. How do you get in?"

Natasha shook her small handbag and smiled triumphantly: "I dressed like this on purpose. Of course, I disguised myself and found someone with an invitation letter to strike up a conversation with, and then mixed in as his female partner."

……

The short-term turmoil at the party finally subsided. From the outside, Sherlock, who was very elite in appearance and temperament, was much more reliable than the talisman. He took a glass of champagne from the waiter who was walking back and forth, but did not drink it in his hand.

The two scientists did not hold Fu Zhao to claim compensation, and stared blankly at the trampled petri dish, wanting to cry without tears. They looked at each other, and no one spoke for a long time.

Sherlock, who had been on the sidelines for a long time, stepped forward in a low-key manner until it was confirmed that no one was paying attention here, and sat opposite the sectional sofa in a very hostile place: "Why?"

The scientist who was questioned was about to call the security guard, but was interrupted by his quick and clear series of speeches!

"You are researchers related to the D virus. You wore formal clothes at the party today, but the shirt and tie were not ironed. Obviously, you put them on in a hurry. After sitting down, you looked extremely anxious and looked around from time to time. Even the last D3 finished product was destroyed. No attempt to hold people accountable...you choose to meet in a safe public place, but you are afraid of being too public and attracting attention, in order to avoid someone. So, why?"

The scientist being questioned did not speak. For Sherlock, this kind of reaction is actually an answer.

"Jack..." He spoke slowly, and put the wine glass on the coffee table, "You know this person, but your relationship with him is not a simple relationship between a virus researcher and an experimenter."

The scientist with a beer belly on the opposite side had cold sweat on his forehead: "How do you know..."

"People who conduct illegal experiments will not appear here openly." Sherlock raised his head and glanced at him, "You are guilty, but not guilty because of illegal experiments. And the moment the d3 virus was destroyed, I saw you The corners of the mouth relax for a moment... proving the existence of that thing has become troublesome for you."

The beer belly opened his mouth to say something, but he was afraid that the environment would not make a sound.

Sherlock added in a timely manner: "If I don't plan to be killed by Jack, I want to talk to the two of you in another place."

……

Fu Zhao avoided the patrolling security guards, slipped to the back of the clubhouse where few people visited, and found that the side door was locked.

But it didn't matter, there was a window on the second floor of the clubhouse that was ajar, he climbed up without a sound, and appeared in the empty, carpeted corridor.

There are tightly closed box doors on both sides of the corridor, giving guests a quiet space for discussion, and the sound of party music at the corner can be faintly heard.

The structure of this clubhouse is quite complicated, God knows where Sherlock went.And the commotion just now was not small, it is not impossible for the security to recognize it again... At that time, he will say that he is the twin brother of that person just now, and he also loves science to get in?

I don't know if this is the reason...

Fu Zhao walked slowly along the corridor with his windbreaker in his pocket, and saw a man squatting furtively at the door of a certain box at the end!

Perhaps sensing the gaze of others, the sneaky man subconsciously turned his head to meet Fu Zhao's gaze, froze for three seconds and ran away decisively!

"Stop!" Fu Zhao, who had also sneaked in, also didn't want to be caught by others, but the way the other party ran away made him subconsciously assume the position of the righteous side.

There was also a half-open window at the other end of the corridor leading to the outside. When Fu Zhao chased after him, the man had already jumped out of the window and disappeared into the night.

"This speed is really fast...Have you practiced long-distance running?" Fu Zhao only slowed down for a moment, and when he leaned out of the window, he could no longer see the other party's whereabouts.

The door of the box that was bugged opened, and someone noticed the movement in the corridor and came out to check, it was Sherlock!

Those sharp gray eyes narrowed after realizing it was Fu Zhao: "Why did you come in again?"

Fu Zhao turned around in surprise, locked the window from the inside and explained solemnly: "I am not me, I am my brother."

"..." Sherlock took a deep breath, and for the first time in his life, he felt that he didn't know what to say, "...If you don't want to attract the attention of the security guards and be kicked out again, you'd better come in quickly."

Fu Zhao walked over, muttering, "I don't want to invite security, but just now there was a man lying on the door eavesdropping, and then ran away from the window."

Sherlock's eyes sharpened instantly: "What does he look like?"

"I..." I just met him once, and I should remember his appearance clearly, but when Fu Zhao opened his mouth, he suddenly couldn't say anything, "I... forgot."

Sherlock turned decisively, giving him no hope.

It's really strange, how could you forget?

The air in the box is warm, and after the door is closed, all sounds from the corridor are isolated.

Fu Zhao, who was wearing a windbreaker, felt a little hot, so he simply took off his coat to reveal the white pullover underneath.

The movements were brisk, as if they had returned to their own home, but the expressions of the two scientists became more vigilant and timid.

"By the way! I haven't apologized yet. I didn't step on your research results on purpose just now...mainly because its location is too inconspicuous." Fu Zhao suddenly thought of something, and took the initiative to say hello after sitting down.

The thin man wore the scientist's white coat loosely. Hearing this, he quickly shook his head: "It's nothing, nothing. I was hesitating whether to destroy it. It's better to say that after destroying it, I feel more at ease."

"Is it the d3 virus? It sounds like a very precious thing, why not keep it well? The organization I used to work in still has a fetish like aptx4689, but even high-level members have to write a thousand-word application with reasons when using it. Book...Although I haven't used it, I will write an application for the boss of Gin every time..." Fu Zhao sighed regretfully, "It's a pity to be destroyed."

"That's enough, no one here is interested in your application!" Sherlock interrupted him unbearably, and continued to ask the other party in an interrogative manner, "And then? Jack funded your research, but after the experiment is successful, he intends to kill you. Everyone involved?"

It seems that they are discussing very serious things... trying to learn the symbol of villain knowledge in it, quietly playing the role of spectator.

Perhaps to appease the two scientists who were frightened, the lights in the box illuminated every corner without leaving shadows, but they were not too bright to make people feel dazzling.

Fu Zhao and Sherlock sat on the same row of sofas, counting the sweat on the forehead of the person opposite, and basically cleared things up.

Jack, who killed three people, was not a victim of the d3 virus experiment, but became a test subject on his own initiative.Not only that, he is also an investor in research.

Although the name of the organization is the seemingly evil "mad scientist", it is said that the promoters just want to express the idea that "science makes people crazy", and most of the members are good people who abide by the law.

Not only is he abiding by the law, but he also possesses all the glittering advantages of high IQ and celebrities.

However, the organization invites all accomplished people from medicine to chemistry as members, and the purpose is to communicate internally on an equal basis. Members will only get together and get familiar with each other unless they have the same major.

This is how the five scientists involved in the d3 research met. At first, they did their own research out of interest, but the plan was shelved decisively after insufficient funds.

At this time, a businessman named Jack Arnold generously funded their research and achieved quite satisfactory results a few years later. Businessman Jack also volunteered to be a volunteer for the experiment.

"Jack didn't go on the second day after the virus injection, and then the researcher died unexpectedly. From this point of view, the experiment was indeed a success." The beer belly scientist held a cup of hot coffee, but couldn't calm down.

Unloading the mill and killing the donkey...not right.

Fu Zhao took a glance at the well-mannered scholars with high IQ, and replaced the adjective in his mind with a more educated "flying birds are exhausted, good bows are hidden".

Support others to develop a virus, and then silence it after success... What a bad person with no morals.

"Has Jack talked to you face to face?" Sherlock sharply asked the core question, and added after seeing the other party nodding, "At that time, he probably didn't have the ability to change his appearance, you should remember his appearance, tell him right now I!"

The beer belly kept nodding mechanically, but frowned deeply: "I should have seen him before, but why can't I remember what that person looked like..."

Sherlock, it's rare to petrify once.

……

The wind was cold in the middle of the night, and Fu Zhao, who left the clubhouse, wrapped his windbreaker tightly and stood under the bus stop sign, pretending to be waiting for the last bus of No. 19.

In fact, he was going back to the collective dormitory in the Central District by bus 235, but someone once told him that when waiting for a certain bus, you should pretend to be waiting for another bus, so that the one you are waiting for will come faster.

This is the mature experience summed up by the predecessors, and the symbol of being good at learning is of course fully remembered in my heart.

"My driving skills were taught by the boss of Gin...but I still can't even afford a second-hand car." Fu Zhao looked at the night sky and sighed. Late returnees stood nearby in twos and threes, also waiting for the bus.

The No. 235 car came from a distance, and Fu Zhao immediately jumped off the road steps, but when he landed, his feet softened, and he stumbled and rushed forward uncontrollably!

If it's okay, at most it's crossing the road, but when the bus is coming, he will definitely be caught under the wheels when crossing the road!

Seeing that his life was about to end again, someone reached out decisively and pulled him back in time!

Fu Zhao heaved a sigh of relief, but when he turned around and saw the person holding him back, he couldn't help being stunned.