The Black Organization Saves the World[Comprehensive]

As a villain, Fu Zhao is actually very bad at tricks.

After all, in his world, no matter how sophisticated the modus operandi is, it will be ruthlessly exposed by that brat detective in top equipment, and all his hard work will be wasted.

So he simply took the slant.Why think so much?Direct action is the last word!

However, facing Sherlock Holmes with a super brain, Wuliangye certainly would not embarrass the organization, but racked its brains to give what it thought was a very clever proposal.

"Look out for Jack? It's not easy. Anyway, the case has been reported on the news. They simply said that the virus antibody has been developed, and the vaccine is stored in the hospital. Then, wait for him to show up on his own initiative." Fu Zhao dutifully told the office. After watering the plants, he patiently remained silent for a moment after speaking, waiting for the audience's praise.

"Sounds like it's feasible?" Hei ** put away the small mirror, glanced around his back in surprise, and finally turned to Sherlock, "What do you think?"

Sherlock put his fingertips on his forehead, and twitched the corners of his mouth without a smile: "You guys are too noisy to affect my thinking, and this plan is not feasible. As an investor, Jack Arnold cares too much about the progress of the experiment. He has read all the information, and Jack knows better than anyone whether he can develop an antibody. There are still too few conditions to deceive an expert, and he has become vigilant. You might as well go on the show and say, "Little Jack, we set up a The trap is waiting for you to get in, you must come'..."

"Enough, enough!" Hei ** turned his head to suppress his emotions, "Every day I work with you, I feel that I am aging rapidly."

Sherlock calmly pointed out: "From the perspective of age, you are not young. If I remember correctly, it should be 192..."

"The lady's age is a secret. Belmode still claims to be a girl every day. Anyone who dares to refute will be pulled out and shot in the head." Before the praise symbol finished watering the plants, he turned and interrupted him, "I have time Instead of showing off your IQ, come up with a workable solution."

"It's not showing off, it's the truth." Sherlock looked up, his gray eyes looked extraordinarily deep when the backlight was on, "Assistant, I'm very busy right now, and I don't have time to explain simple things like one plus one to you."

very busy...?

Fu Zhao looked at his boss who was sitting quietly in a daze on the black leather chair, and decided to keep silent.

Natasha's mobile phone on the desk buzzed, she picked it up, read the message and left her seat: "It's a message from the hospital saying that Sol has regained consciousness, come visit him with me."

"I'm busy." Sherlock said succinctly, without even raising his head this time.

"...then you continue." Natasha didn't insist, she turned and walked towards the office door decisively, "Anyway, with your character, even if Saul dies, you won't attend the funeral."

Sherlock retorted in a contemplative state: "No, the funeral will still go, after all, it is a meaningless and necessary social part."

The degree of cold-bloodedness is not inferior to that of the organization in black...

Fu Zhao looked at his boss in admiration, and decided to go over instead of him: "Who is Sol? Was he injured because of his work at the Security Bureau? As a colleague, it's better to go over to say hello."

"It's not all because of work..." Natasha continued, waving at him, "Come with me, he is a field worker of the special mission team, and you are also a colleague, just to introduce you to each other."

Fu Zhao put down the pot for watering the flowers, and nodded desperately: "Do you need to prepare any condolences? I have no experience of visiting living people, but I visit the graves of those unlucky members of the Black Organization who died of internal strife every year..."

"stop."

When he was about to leave the office, Sherlock, who thought he had fallen into a state of complete contemplation and ignored the outside world, suddenly spoke out.

Fu Zhao poked his head into the room without knowing why: "Why, did you change your mind?"

Sherlock pointed to the empty cup on the left: "Coffee, I need someone to pour the coffee, and you can only do this kind of work with your ability."

"...Then you need a nanny, not an excellent villain like me." The memory of doing odd jobs surged in Fu Zhao's mind, and even several ways to make coffee came up, and then he quickly refused to close the office. Door.

The affiliated hospital with advanced equipment is not far from the Central District Security Bureau. It seems that when it was first built, the medical problems of the employees were taken into consideration-injured on duty one second before, it can be sent to the hospital for emergency treatment the next second.

Fu Zhao bought a fruit basket as a condolence gift in a secular manner, and carried it in his hand and followed Natasha into the inpatient department of the hospital. The elevator went straight to the tenth floor and arrived with a ding dong.

In Xiangyang's single ward, there was a handsome man half leaning on his head, the sunlight came in from the window, and the man's blond hair glistened.

The only disharmony is that the sickness is a one-size-fits-all, but the height of the man does not increase the price.

Fu Zhao visually estimated that his height was two meters. After a short surprise, he smiled and put the fruit basket on the counter: "It's our first meeting, I'm Wuliangye."

"What?" Sol was taken aback, and he was relieved when he saw the black woman walking in, "A newcomer?"

Natasha nodded, and sat on an empty chair next to her: "Sherlock's assistant, but he has a much better personality than that guy. How's your body? You can still survive a head-on explosion of that magnitude... I really don't know what to say Is Loki showing mercy, or your physique is too strong."

With Sol's figure half leaning on the breasts, he could barely put his legs down, and his voice was as tough as his appearance: "Maybe there are all of them. Help me with the discharge procedures later, and there are new people joining, so I should be able to complete the task earlier. "

"What task?" Fu Zhao was hesitating whether to help peel an apple, but he didn't find a fruit knife after searching around. After hearing him mentioning himself, he asked, "... why don't you try to be brave? All superheroes are like that now. Do you want to fight? No wonder the boss of Gin can't compare to the fbi..."

Sol's body was bandaged so that only his head was exposed. Could it be that such a physical condition couldn't extinguish the little flame of justice in his heart?

Sol's expression was more puzzled than that of the symbol, and he stroked his stubble-covered chin: "Aren't you summoned to this universe? You should also know that..."

Fu Zhao tried hard to recall, but the disturbing voice from last night still remained in his memory, and he suddenly realized: "If you destroy all the villains in the world, can you return to the original place?"

"That's right, that's how some members of the task force came, including me and Saul." Hei ** gracefully folded his left leg on his right knee, "Of course, there is also Sherlock."

Sol coughed and added in a timely manner: "Natasha and I came together, but at that time Mr. Holmes was a senior member of the Security Bureau. With joint efforts, we solved many criminals, but the number is still quite a lot."

I see……

Fu Zhao nodded, he could somewhat guess something in his heart, but he was quite surprised when he learned that everyone was from another world.

That's right, for Wuliangye, who has always been unlucky, it's definitely not a small probability that such a thing like crossing will happen to him!

If the lottery ticket bought by Fuzhao wins 500 million, then basically everyone has already won...

But... "You guys are too calm! Isn't it uncomfortable to come to another world for no reason?"

Sol's half-length blond hair was draped over his shoulders, and he explained earnestly: "You may not be clear, in our Marvel time travel and parallel universes are very common things, and everyone is used to dying and living again, because there are so many bugs caused by time travel. To a certain extent, it can also be repaired by restarting the entire world line."

...Okay, that's great.

Fu Zhao's dark eyes lit up in an instant. The black-clothed organization was mysterious at best, and even this advantage was gone after being invaded and turned into a sieve by countless undercover agents.

The blond man on the sickbed stretched out his right hand: "In short, you are welcome to join. I don't know when the task of returning to the original place will be completed. Let's work hard together. I am Thor."

Even if he was a villain, Fu Zhao wanted to return to the organization. The purpose of his actions was not to maintain world peace, but to "eat the black".

After all, there was another voice in my heart shouting: "Are you ashamed to just go back like this? If you don't learn enough knowledge, going back to the organization will be your life as a handyman!"

Fu Zhao carefully shook his bandage-wrapped fingertips: "Thor...is that also a code name?"

"No, it's the title of God." Thor's laughter was thick, his appearance was calm, but there was a hint of sharp arrogance, "In the past, I was the god who was in charge of storms and thunder, and Thor's Hammer could open time and space. door."

How could it be so powerful?

"Oh, hello. In the original world, I was the backbone elite of a transnational criminal organization. I chatted and laughed with the undercover agents of the FBI and CIA every day. You gods, you are still too young." Disgraceful clothing organization.

Sol, who has superhero qualities, has a much better temper, and when he mentioned the past, his expression suddenly became dark: "But after appearing in this world, almost all of his power has been lost. Except for still using the war hammer as a weapon, there is nothing the same as before... "

"Since you can't win in terms of quality, it's good to consider the quantity. You can take two hammers in the future. The big hammer is eighty and the small hammer is forty." Fu Zhao enthusiastically suggested, and stuffed the most expensive snake fruit in the fruit basket into the pocket.

eighty?forty?

Sol didn't know why, so he narrowed his eyes and stared at Natasha suspiciously.

The black lady flicked her reddish-brown curly hair, and said calmly, "To be honest, I don't understand what he's talking about... Maybe it's a generation gap caused by people from different worlds."

"I suggest that you update your one-handed weapon to a two-handed weapon to improve your strength." Fu Zhao added that the door of the ward was opened at the same time.

He blinked: "... Sherlock? Didn't you say you can't come to visit?"

Sherlock, who was standing at the door, ignored him.Instead, he looked at Sol: "If it wasn't for your brother, I wouldn't have planned to come here."