The Black Organization Saves the World[Comprehensive]

The bus slipped and creaked, almost brushing the tip of the nose of the talisman, and stopped in front of it.

The talisman who recovered his life turned his head and thought, no matter how good-looking this righteous person is, whether he is a domineering president or a street bum, I will give you a hug of love mixed with deep gratitude.

But after turning around, all thoughts disappeared.

It's not because the guy who saved people looks so hard to hug... In fact, he's pretty good-looking, especially those indifferent gray eyes.

And if you think about it carefully, it is more likely that what that person did was to restore the situation at the scene through observation traces after Fu Zhao's death, rather than to give him a hand.

Sherlock's expression and tone were indifferent. Although he made a heroic move, he didn't seem to be worried about his safety at all: "If you don't plan to show me the special function of resurrecting with full blood on the spot, you'd better be cautious."

Fu Zhao loosened his shoulders and shook him off, looking around subconsciously: "Where is Jack? Usually, isn't it because I saw my true face by accident, and then the criminal tried to kill me and push me to the oncoming bus? "

Sherlock quickly understood his speculation, and shook his head while turning up his collar: "No. Since I came here, no one around you has approached."

"Could it be that the reason why my feet are weak is that I was attacked from a distance with anesthesia..." Fu Zhao didn't see any suspicious figures, and after looking around, the most suspicious ones were Sherlock in the black windbreaker and himself. up.

Looking down again to see the flat stomach, he instantly understood the reason for the weakness in his limbs: "I'm hungry."

Unknowingly, I put in so much time and didn't even eat much. It really is hard work to be a partner of justice.

The bus that parked at the stop for a moment started again, and the taillights illuminated Sherlock's silent and profound facial features.

When he was in the clubhouse, Sherlock did not ask any useful information from the two scientists. Although he promised to apply for protection for them, his sharp words when he left greatly stimulated the fragile hearts of the scholars.

As for the even more useless talismans, they are not even eligible to be ridiculed. After being informed that today's action is over, they can go home from get off work, yawning and walking towards their residence.

He and Sherlock were not on the same road, and the man hadn't offered to give him a lift.

But... why did the people who had parted ways suddenly appear behind him, and even rescued them in time?

Fu Zhao felt that it was abnormal that he didn't take advantage of the situation to sarcasm himself. He rolled his eyes, suddenly thought of some possibility, and asked tentatively, "You don't... You came here because you were worried that I would be killed by Jack?"

There was no impression in his head, but from an objective point of view, he had seen suspicious persons twice. The prisoner was worried about being recognized, and it was possible to try to silence him.

Sherlock was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked away uncomfortably: "...cough, it's just because there are not enough people."

Fu Zhao slowly opened his surprised eyes wide.

Are you in charge because you don't have enough manpower?

Mr. Holmes' usual expression can be roughly summed up in one sentence, which is "you stupid human beings".Always a straight-forward elite style, when did you ever feel uncomfortable seeing him?

It's almost like making others uncomfortable every day!

"Ahahaha, if you're worried, I'll just say it straight." Even though he missed the bus, Fu Zhao still smiled happily and patted him on the shoulder, "It's actually okay, I'm also a large transnational criminal organization It’s not that easy to die as a backbone elite. I’m so hungry... I’m going to have supper, so I’ll treat you by the way.”

Backbone elite... This sentence describes a lot of water, but there is no gin in this world, no one will chase him and get a headshot!

Unlike Sherlock, who has a weird temperament and rejects people thousands of miles away, Fu Zhao is a familiar person who is easy to get close to.

Sherlock stared sideways at the hand, and his thin lips were drawn into a line: "Why did you invite me?"

Hungry Fu Zhao's footsteps were sloppy, his walking posture was as if he had suffered from a cerebral thrombosis, he was wearing a handsome black windbreaker for nothing, and continued to laugh while waiting for the bus: "Does this need a reason? Then... thank you for giving me a hand ? Besides, it’s too lonely to eat alone, and most of them are in company.”

"I won't force myself to 'look the same as others'." Sherlock said coldly, with one hand in his pocket, "Although I personally don't mind, but for an ordinary person like you, wanting to blend in smoothly Circumstances better put away those words about the organization."

Fu Zhao's expression was frank: "Isn't this your advice?"

"In my memory, you are the second person who declared himself a perpetrator and made no secret of it." Sherlock ignored the question, and the light of the car lights in the distance pierced the night, "The bus you were waiting for is here .”

the second one?Who is that first person?

Sherlock made no attempt to answer his question.

"Mysterious Si Tiaojiao... looks like the boss of Gin..." Fu Zhao muttered in a low voice, quickly shook his head when he looked over, and jumped into the car, "It's nothing, nothing! I'm leaving first, and, I It is necessary to complete a villain feat! See you tomorrow."

Almost everyone in the world represses negative emotions, such as flattering an annoying boss or forcing oneself to praise a mediocre friend.

There are very few strange guys like Furuo who never hide, whether he is clamoring to destroy the world or greeting with a smile, he will express it honestly.

It only takes Sherlock 2 minutes to see through the target. In his eyes, all falsehoods can only be divided into superb or poor acting skills, let alone observing an ordinary person without disguise.

It doesn't even take 2 minutes to see through the talisman completely, it only takes one minute... No, one glance is enough.

Pushing the door from the outside of the newspaper office, the curly-haired young man with a blank face entered. Sherlock's evaluation was "barely able to be an assistant". It was easy to see through, but... not easy to understand.

Sherlock Holmes is just the opposite. He is not easy to be seen through, but it is easy for people to recognize "this is a genius".

Although he thought it foolish to simply divide people into good and bad, Sherlock began to think about which category the simile should be classified into.

"See you tomorrow." Sherlock couldn't come to a conclusion in a short time, and watched his figure disappear into the bus and drive into the depths of the night.

……

If it weren't for the dormitory being too deserted, Fu Zhao would definitely think that the conditions here are superior to those of the black organization.

"Ah, life without being hunted down by Gin Boss is really incomplete and boring..." He hung the windbreaker on the hanger muttering.

Originally, he planned to continue learning about villains in this world, but after eating the simple meal in the convenience store, he began to feel sleepy for a while, and couldn't help but fell down on the solo bed and fell asleep.

It would be nice to wake up and find that we can go back to the time before the headshot. Fu Zhao will definitely explain seriously that he didn't have the idea of ​​buying that gold.

Half-dream and half-awake, he once again heard the cold mechanical electronic sound when he first came to this world.

Sleepy Fu Zhao whimpered: "It's so noisy... You are the one who brought me here, right? Can you finish the chatter and chatter at once! I am a working class now, and I have to go to work on time tomorrow."

Fu Zhao turned over on the single bed, grabbed the pillow and covered his head: "It's impossible to calm down! It's shameful for a dignified villain elite to help you catch criminals for a day..."

However, the voice appeared directly in his mind:

Fu Zhao was silent for a moment, and began to pretend to be asleep: "Hurrah..."

The mechanical voice simply repeated the orders it had given countless times to countless people, and then disappeared completely.

Fu Zhao didn't respond, and there was another lustful voice echoing in his heart, breeding evil.

"Is it bothering or not?" Fu Zhao sat up and scratched his hair, his eyes were still open, "It's decided! Learn all the basic knowledge about super criminals about destroying the world, and then go back to the original place and tell Gin Boss, I didn't steal the gold!"

……

Fu Zhao is a very adaptable person. After becoming a partner of justice, he learned to be late the next day without a teacher.

A huge sign hangs on the top of the building in the sun: "middle-twocity."

Welcome to the Second City.

Below is a line of small characters: Central District Security and Defense Bureau Headquarters.

After swiping his card, Fu Zhao walked into the building. When he arrived at the corresponding floor, he found that the colleague who was passive and sabotage had just arrived.

Natasha wore high-heeled shoes under her close-fitting combat uniform. Sitting in the office and putting on her makeup, she paused: "Finally someone came and brought me a sandwich set from the restaurant downstairs. Black coffee without sugar."

Fu Zhao accurately caught the change she ran over, and turned around politely: "Understood, I promise to be back within 5 minutes!"

No, stop him!

Re-entering the office, Fu Zhao, who came to his senses, pushed the change in front of Natasha: "Why do you want me to run errands for you?"

...and he promised so smoothly!

The experience of doing odd jobs in the past flooded his head in an instant, and Fu Zhao, who had long vowed to get rid of his low-level status, couldn't help but burst into tears.

Has this habit of being a househusband gone deep into the bone marrow? When did it start?

"Let the lady buy breakfast by herself, you are too ungentlemanly." Natasha began to draw eyeliner in front of the small mirror, and the movements of the natural beauty were pleasing to the eye.

Fu Zhao lightly reminded: "The eyeliner is crooked, and the color of this foundation is not suitable for you...cough."

cheer up!Qualified villains don't know everything about foundation!

Pumping himself up in his heart, he barely found the feeling of work: "Where's Sherlock? Won't he be late as well?"

"Don't worry, he is the type who will be so excited that he can't sleep at all when a case happens, and he will never delay his work." Natasha, who has undergone light make-up, is radiant, and she is indeed the overlord of the Security Bureau.

It doesn't matter if she's pretty, but she's still a combat-level super-class field worker...

Fu Zhao was still in a daze in the morning, and after waking up by patting his cheek, he finally found Sherlock in the corner: "Have you decided how to catch that Jack, no one knows what he really looks like."

Although I slept drowsily last night, I still remember my firm goal.Destroy all the villains and return to the original point... I don't know when I can complete the goal?

Sherlock turned around on the seat, put his fingertips on the table, his eyes were deep but his expression was quite excited: "So I want to set up a situation and let Jack appear on his own initiative."

……

At the beginning, Jack Arnold thought of himself as an ordinary man with no characteristics.

But later he discovered that his ordinaryness had reached a certain state of transcendence and holiness, which could no longer be described as being without a sense of existence!

None of the guys around him can remember his appearance, and they forget all of them at a glance, so he has lived for nearly 30 years without even a close friend.

People only remember the name "Jack Arnold", but not his face.

Jack was silent in anger, until he ran into his parents on the street as an adult, and he was ignored by his relatives who didn't take the initiative to say hello!

After coming forward to say hello, the mother smiled and asked, "Young man, who are you?"

He who had been suppressed for a long time finally broke out in silence!

Since ordinary life can no longer make people around you remember yourself, let's do something different.

So Comrade Jack embarked on a twisted road of no return, and began to show his weak sense of existence by robbing convenience stores, which is a relatively outrageous behavior.

However, after each crime, the person concerned completely forgot his appearance. Even if he brought up the surveillance video and took the processed high-definition photos, it was difficult to catch him back.

There was even one time when the arresting policeman held a photo and asked Jack himself, "Excuse me, have you seen this robber"...

Jack, who was tireless in sabotage, finally attracted the attention of Mr. Holmes, who is known as a genius, and what he did this time was not a small case that could be released after being locked up for a few days.

But even if someone saw his real appearance, Comrade Jack didn't need to worry about revealing his identity and silence him.

Anyway, the other party will never remember what he looks like.