Probably only Gin has a hobby of headshots...... Fu Zhao touched the back of his head intact, but he didn't feel happy at all.

Sherlock's guy is supposed to be using hemp. Drunk, he woke up and appeared in the prison, sitting behind the cold railing door with tears in his eyes and rolling up the sleeves of his overly long prison uniform.

The first member of the Black Clothes Organization to sit in prison to another world, Wuliangye...... What a shame for the organization!

"What a place...... Fu Zhao sighed on the single bed covered with yellowed sheets, and looked up boredly.

The prison cells were mainly single rooms, with small rooms lined up in the corridors almost full of convicts, and the interior was almost the same, with half-used single beds and toiletries, except that the wall that was supposed to be the door had been replaced with a thick railing.

From here, you can see the corridor at a glance, as well as the residents in the opposite cell, whether they go to the toilet or snore, they are under the gaze of others, in short, they have no ** right.

“…… Hey, the one on the other side, are you dead? "The cell space is limited, and Fu Zhao can kick the railing while sitting on the bed and stretching his legs.

The boredom after a short period of novelty almost tortured him crazy.

Locked up on the opposite side was a young man with mediocre facial features, who heard the voice and looked at the Fu photo with a godless gaze like a dead man, and then slowly turned his head away.

Fu Zhao didn't give up: "It's boring to be locked up, why don't we chat?" ”

The youth still did not speak.

"There won't be dysphonia...... Fu Zhao muttered with his chin propped up, "The three meals here are all sent to the cell, and we don't want to go out to have a good time, it's too boring to even have some entertainment." This is the first time I've been in jail...... You seem to be used to it? ”

The irritable youth simply turned around and sat cross-legged on his bed, giving the corridor a silent back.

If you can't have a successful conversation with the other person, don't expect daily entertainment!

Fu Zhao, who would not give up lightly, jumped out of bed and walked to the railing: "The problem is that I was thrown here without committing a crime!" I managed to rob the bank before...... Oh, I didn't mean to rob it here, it was a matter of the previous life, after all, I was shot by the boss of our family just after robbing. ”

“…… Robbery, banks? The young man, who was also wearing a gray-blue prison uniform, finally became interested, turned to lean against the wall, and looked at Fu Zhao with his eyes.

Wuliangye, who was born in a transnational criminal organization, suddenly had a sense of pride that everyone was looking at, and nodded frantically: "That's right, I did it!" Belch...... It's the mastermind of the gin boss, but I still do a lot of help! By the way, the boss is the boss, and Gin is only the second-in-command in charge, but it seems a little wrong to call Gin the second boss...... So I'll just call the boss. ”

People who can't stand the loneliness finally get an audience! Fu Zhao automatically turned the young man's eyes into worship, and boasted his glorious history to the newcomer very proudly.

Of course, he chose to forget about buying lipstick for Belmode or patching up his gin trench coat.

"I'm part of a huge organization with members all over the world...... Well, although seventy percent are undercover. I've been in the organization for so long, I've seen FBI undercover, CIA undercover, police undercover...... There are also the incalculable number of sunrise masses. Yes...... When I think about that battle, I really feel that my blood is boiling, and the people of Chaoyang are too terrible. Fu Zhao curled up one leg and sat on the ground, leaning on the railing and sighed, "Don't use that kind of contemptuous look, don't you think that the organization can still stand still in the way of many undercover traitors, which is already a symbol of strength!" ”

The young man interrupted him perfunctorily: "Oh......"

It's really faceless! Fu Zhao knocked on the railing: "I'm done, it's your turn." ”

"What?" The young man was stunned, and his pale face twisted to this side.

Fu Zhao looked at the numbered plate on the opposite cell: "Since you are in prison, you must have done something exciting and important, let's listen to it." ”

"I'm innocent." The young man sternly retorted.

Rather surprised, Fu Zhao climbed the railing and stood up: "Locked up without doing anything?" It can't be the same Sherlock......"

Not sure if that guy counts as a cop and seems to be doing it to maintain world peace? You can't arrest people indiscriminately!

He came into this world and didn't do anything, and he was inexplicably locked up? It's not sure how many days it will be detained, and whether there is a law left!

The young man on the opposite side looked serious: "Who are you talking about?" ”

"A gray-eyed god—" Before Fu Zhao could finish speaking, a shrill alarm suddenly sounded at the end of the hallway!

He raised his voice in the flickering dark red light to complete the words: "-- Neurotic." ”

It's a pity that the sound is drowned in the fire alarm, and I don't know if the other party heard it.

Fu Zhao was able to accurately determine the fire alarm because the sound of the bell began to fill the area with thick smoke and the smell of burning...... Did you catch up with the scene of a fire in your first jail time?

"Are there no prison guards? I don't want to burn here! Fu Zhao shook the prison bars for help, and the smoke in the air became thick and thick at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was just a few wisps of smoke, but now he can barely breathe!

"I'd rather get a thousand headshots from the gin boss than choke to death here...... Ahem, cough, cough, ......" Fu Zhao coughed and knelt down beside the railing, trying to keep his body as low as possible to avoid inhaling the smoke that drifted upwards.

Prisoners coughed and cried for help on this floor of the prison, but no one responded, and no one could see where the fire was going.

In the increasingly thin oxygen, Fu Zhao wiped his tears and looked up, wanting to confirm whether the young man living opposite was still alive, and he couldn't see the other side in the smoke, but suddenly found that the electronic lock of the cell was dripping...... Opened?

The precise and sturdy electronic lock has a triple identity authentication, which can only be opened by a certain level of supervisors, and if the prisoner tries to destroy it, he will be instantly deprived of consciousness by high-voltage electricity, so Fu Zhao looked around and did not try to escape from the prison.

But now I don't know if it was to let the prisoners escape, all the electronic locks were opened at the same time, and the prisoners who could still move struggled to run towards the exit.

Fu Zhao cautiously pushed open the railing door and crawled down the corridor, the cell opposite was empty, and it seemed that the young man had also escaped.

The scorching air was gradually turning yellow, and it seemed that there were sulfides burning at the same time, which stimulated Fu Zhao to tears. In the haze of tears, he saw a face suspended in the smoke, flashing and quickly engulfed.

……

"Here's a big piece of news. At around 5 p.m. yesterday, due to the aging of the lines and fires, the weak prison defense system was broken by hackers, and more than 30 percent of the criminals took advantage of the chaos to escape, and ...... has not yet been caught."

Fu Zhao was woken up to the chatter of the morning news and sat up from his hospital bed with tears streaming down his face.

"Isn't it just that I was successfully released from prison, I can be so excited, I'm not good at dealing with men's tears." Sherlock turned down the volume on the TV, dropped the remote and loosened his tie.

The gray-eyed man in a black suit was particularly energetic, and the contrast was obvious with Fu Zhao, who was still wearing a prison uniform and looked decadent.

"I remember...... The prison is on fire...... Also, the tears are smoked out of the smoke! Fu Zhao patted his face to sober himself, but he still felt a little afraid of light.

Sunlight shines through the window, and you can see the towering buildings outside, and the wards are clean and smelly of disinfectant water.

Sherlock nodded on the couch not far away, "You're so smart. ”

“…… And then what? Fu Zhao pretended not to hear the mockery in his words, and tried to suppress his anger.

Sherlock's short hair reflected a dark brown in the sunlight, and his tone was quite stern: "Yesterday the prison caught fire, and thirty percent of the prisoners escaped, and after they were successfully captured, they only had a heavy sentence. But you're lucky not to have to be sentenced, because you didn't succeed in escaping from prison after being stunned in the fire, and I still carried you out. ”

The excited Fu Zhao grabbed the pillow behind his back and threw it over: "I didn't break the law at all, I didn't break the law!" ”

So why talk like you've picked up a bargain! When I used to follow the organization, I didn't have such a troublesome creature as the police......

Sherlock grabbed the pillow with one hand and placed it on the edge of the couch: "Really?" I remember someone saying that they had successfully robbed a bank or something, or did they have auditory hallucinations? Look under your pillow and if you don't want to be held accountable, take your new identity. ”

Fu Zhao turned his head suspiciously, and the pillow was thrown out, revealing a beige metal card and a stack of text jiàn underneath.

There was nothing special on the surface of the metal card, so he picked up the text and flipped through it.

"Reincarnation System Certification, Chuo Ward Security and Defense Bureau Special Team Temporary Worker, No. 4264......" Fu Zhao read the words on the text line by line, "What does it mean?" ”

"Please be a little more efficient as a human being, and ask me if you still can't solve the problem after reading it." Sherlock opened his mouth and looked away, disdainful of giving basic science to mortals.

…… This modern city, where crime is committed every day, has a total of 72 blocks, each with its own living facilities, and its residents rarely interact with people from other districts.

The urgent need to maintain law and order was handed over to the security and defense sub-bureaus of each neighborhood, and the general headquarters was established in the central district, where Fuzhao is now located.

Generally speaking, the people of the sub-bureau will not interfere in the security incidents of other neighborhoods, and only the special task force attached to the central district can parachute into any neighborhood to assist in law and order operations, and it is not a problem to have the best command authority in other districts under special circumstances.

"It's really an institution that I hate more than the police......" Fu Zhaozai read it carefully and muttered in a low voice, "But some of the members of the task force seem to be from other places like me?" ”

Other worlds, to be exact.

This megacity is also teeming with supercriminals! In order to ensure the normal operation of the Security and Defense Agency, people with outstanding abilities will be summoned to this world as assistance by a system called "reincarnation".

Therefore, the success rate of the crime is less than 1%, and the Fu Zhao, which is recognized as the "Five Stars of Safety Cheng Dù", will appear here after death.

-- Became an honorable part-time worker.

"I've already dealt with the relevant procedures for you, from now on you are a member of the Central District Security Bureau, the metal card is proof of identity, and the replacement procedure after loss is very troublesome, so don't expect me to help you." Sherlock glanced at the flip through to make sure he saw where he was, and duly added it.

The meaning of this sentence is probably to let him keep his identification.

Fu Zhao closed the above jiàn, with a melancholy face.

"I'm sure you've already experienced what it's like to be in prison, why, do you choose to be my assistant or go back and face the bars?" Sherlock was still bad, but a little more sincere than the last time.

Fu Zhao covered his face with Wen Jiàn, and a dull voice floated out: "I choose...... Be a partner in justice. ”

I'm sorry, Gin Boss, I've embarrassed the Blacks......

However, this kind of behavior can also be called infiltrating the enemy camp to collect intelligence, and if there is a chance to return to the original world one day, it can also be provided to the organization as first-hand information, adding bricks and tiles to decent people!

So...... Shouldn't it be considered a betrayal?

Fu Zhao really couldn't bear to continue to raise the proportion of traitors within the organization.

The news of the escape of a large number of detainees was still playing on the TV on a loop, and Sherlock had already listened to it casually: "Every day in this city, countless supercriminals say that they want to destroy the ...... world"

"Really?" Fu Zhao's eyes lit up, and he secretly calculated how high the chances of success were to escape again to learn from a teacher.

"Don't think about it, your information has long been registered, and in order to prevent the loss of contact due to accidents, the movements of everyone in the special task force are closely monitored, and they can be found wherever they go." Sherlock immediately saw what he was thinking, and his gray pupils gave a glimpse in the sunlight, "Okay assistant, it's working time, do you remember what you saw in prison?" ”