The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Watson got out of the car alone on the streets of New York.

Old Howard simply accepted the list of medicinal materials and said that it would be accompanied by some related professional instruments. Watson's request for customized weapons was also agreed to. After all, for a cutting-edge technology and arms giant like Stark Industries, there is no problem in manufacturing several conventional weapons made of top-quality materials.

Old Mrs. Carter said goodbye and left after dinner because of her age. Howard Sr., who had just caught up on his sleep, chatted with Watson for more than an hour. When he learned that Tony had started going home every day for the first time because his mother was seriously ill, Watson couldn't help but feel a sense of absurdity in his heart.

The main reason is that the image of this flirtatious young man is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Putting aside the character Tony created in the early stages of the Marvel movie, Watson can actually understand him. After all, there is a very vulgar saying: Even though there is nothing important, but his mother is not coming home even if she is seriously ill, this is still... person? But when he thought of the big dog (referring to Tony), especially the young version of Tony looking at someone with a sad face, Watson felt uneasy in his heart.

Shaking his head, he walked forward along the sidewalk with the cello case on his back.

The streets of New York are much busier than London at night.

Now that Christmas is less than a month away, the atmosphere on the streets has become noticeably warmer. Ordered holiday decoration materials have even begun to accumulate in the small corners of some roadside merchant stores. As Watson continued to move forward, he encountered more and more couples.

He didn't like the scene very much.

One Valentine's Day in his previous life, Watson bought movie tickets alone and went to see "La La Land" which was released at that time. He watched the entire movie, caught between a bunch of couples. The reason why I did such a thing was to stimulate myself to find a partner. Unexpectedly, the movie was really good. Watson hummed the theme song and went home happily like a dog going shopping.

Since then, every time Watson thinks about this incident, he feels...

There may be something wrong with my brain.

Looking away from the kissing couple, he walked into a video store on the roadside. Watson has long been tired of listening to the Russian tapes that the ghost brother made out of fun, and he is in urgent need of a new batch of tapes. Soon, Watson wearing a Walkman reappeared on the street.

He left his parents at a very young age. In a living environment where food, clothing and personal safety were all that mattered, few people cared about their own mental condition. The only way Watson could relieve stress was the old-fashioned keyboard phone that played music. . Because of this, in his previous life, he spent far more energy on his hobby of playing music than on his work.

Walking through the crowd, the familiar feeling on the way to get off work came back to me again. That was the most relaxing time of the day for Watson. He didn't need to think about anything, just listened to the music in his headphones, and was temporarily separated from the world by a black and white TV screen.

“…Don’t take her for granted, she has a hard time.

(Don’t take her love for granted, she once had a hard time too)

Don‘t misunderstand her or play with her mind.

(Don’t misunderstand her or play with her heart)

Treat her so gently, it will pay you in time.

(Treat her gently and time will give you gifts)

You’ve got to know, she’s the sensitive kind...”

(You should know that she is a sensitive person)

.....

The blues guitar played with a slide played in his ears. It was Watson's favorite song in the weeks before the time travel. He suddenly missed his own kennel of a few square meters. The kennel was so narrow that he couldn't even stretch his legs while dancing in women's clothes.

After listening to music for more than half an hour, the destination was finally reached.

This is a high-end apartment building a little away from the downtown area. The appearance is not too old. Mrs. Viper had a safe house here during her lifetime. Watson got the key from the resident's mailbox in the corridor downstairs and successfully opened the door to the top-floor apartment.

The decoration of the apartment was gorgeous, and Mrs. Viper never treated herself materially poorly. There was a cabinet full of all kinds of drinks. In addition to expensive decorations, there are also many high-end electrical appliances that should be available in the 90s. A conspicuous document bag was placed on the sofa in the living room, containing disguised resident information, spare keys, and various utility bills.

Watson quickly checked the apartment and found hundreds of thousands of dollars in the safe. Some small arms were stored in a nearby compartment, and they looked completely unused. As for the cabinet of women's clothes and bags in the bedroom, I can only say...

Well, they are all green.

Although I don’t know why Mrs. Viper likes to wear green all day long, Watson doesn’t like artificial green at all.

He quickly found a computer in the study room. Computers in this era were completely of the "big ass" type. But fortunately, it is basically usable, and there is no difficulty in operation for a gamer like Watson.

After disassembling the case and checking that there were no strange components, he unplugged the network cable from the host and then connected the hard drives he got from Mrs. Viper. After a long read, a large list of data finally appeared on the screen. Watson felt very uncomfortable. Although the research results of the Umbrella Company were indeed in the hard drive, this old-generation computer with poor performance had to be stuck even turning pages. This makes it impossible for Watson, who was accustomed to using high-end computers in his previous life, to adapt.

When the screen was temporarily stuck again due to slow memory efficiency, a series of violent and multi-language swear words finally rang out in the room.

late at night.

Watson finally completed the collection and organization of the hard drive data in this environment that could be called mental torture. The foundation of Umbrella Group is much deeper than imagined, and most of the industries involving the three major fields of biology, medicine and technology have gained something.

Just like that electromagnetic gun.

Data shows that it does have a version of small arms suitable for human use, and it has been basically finalized. Unfortunately, it was terminated due to a biological crisis during the final evaluation process.

In addition, Watson also found information suitable for research by Michela and Four Eyes, that is, battlefield first aid medicine and human enhancement mixture. The former is a reasonable main product of the Umbrella Medical Department, and there are many models; while the latter is one of the few results developed from virus experiments. Although it is less effective than the super soldier enhanced serum used by the US team, it is still Better than nothing.

But even with this information, except for some things with low hardware requirements, Watson couldn't get out the electromagnetic rifle with a hammer. After a night of tossing, things once again returned to the island base that had not yet been established.

Let’s figure out a solution after Michaela’s injury problem is solved.

Watson sat on the spacious sofa in the living room, inserted the tape he just bought into the recorder, opened a few bottles of whiskey, relaxed his body and narrowed his eyes. Outside the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, this city that never sleeps still hasn’t slept. The small lights formed by the car lights are like blood, flowing on every street.

Looking up, the dazzling beauty seems to have no end.

The electric light is the most representative scientific invention of mankind. Its number can almost reflect the economic development level of any human settlement. It's always at night, when all kinds of lights light up everywhere, that people can feel extremely strongly that life in modern society is so wonderful: the loneliness in everyone's heart is aggregated into the hustle and bustle of a city.

Playing with the M9 pistol in his hand, Watson lay on the sofa until dawn.

The phone on the table rang.

Only one person will dial this number.

"Hi, you got up quite early." Watson answered the phone, sat up and filled up the whiskey glass. The rounded ice kept rolling, and a mouthful of cold wine went down his throat and into his stomach. .

"If people of my age sleep for too long, they may not be able to wake up." Old Mrs. Carter's voice rang through the receiver: "You said before that you were going to England in the next few days. I was thinking, if it is convenient, , how about you go back with me?"

"You want to go back?"

Watson was very sensitive to find another meaning in the sentence: "Are you ready to leave the Federation?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Without any urging, Watson raised a palm and shook it repeatedly in front of him. The rising sunlight shines through the window, forming a clear bright shadow on the back of the hand. Turning his head and looking out the window, he saw that there were more and more cars and passers-by on the street again. The city that never sleeps is like an energetic guy who goes home, changes his clothes, changes his appearance, and goes out to be busy again.

"Yeah. I don't think I'll come back."

The old lady's voice came into her ears again: "Listen to me, Watson. To many people in this world, I have done all kinds of bad things in the Federation over the years, and there are many people who want my life. I collected them not long ago. I heard that some people don't want me to return to England safely, so I need your help."

......

"So you still don't know when he will wake up?"

In the underground laboratory of Stark Manor, Watson stood in front of a nutrient chamber. Through the thick transparent hatch, you can see Captain America Steve Rogers lying inside.

But no one knows when he will wake up.

Old Howard put his hands in his pockets with an apologetic expression on his face: "I have checked many times using the methods I know, but Steve's brain activity is normal, even smoother than that of a sleeping person. I I don’t know why, maybe there’s something else preventing him from waking up.”

As he spoke, he stretched out a hand and made a few circles towards Watson.

Watson understood that the other party was metaphorizing the mage portal he saw last time.

It's a pity that Master Ancient One was not willing to help in this matter. When she was at Kama Taj, Watson once asked her, "Since Captain America has been found in advance, will he wake up in advance?" As a result, the old lady He just replied lightly, 'It's up to chance'.

The old Riddler.

When she was carried into SHIELD's secret laboratory, Mrs. Carter stayed beside the ice cubes every night and muttered, but there was no movement for several years. Now that it's old Howard, Watson can only let nature take its course. But he felt that Steve and Carter would eventually meet. Even if the US team couldn't wake up early, they wouldn't sleep until the battle in New York in 2012, right?

...Wait, this may not be impossible.

Looking at Steve sleeping peacefully, Watson felt a little resentful for no reason. But he understood that the other party had done nothing wrong after all, and he was just annoyed because he probably couldn't continue to be lazy. Especially Mrs. Carter, who had been living alone until now, looked so lonely, Watson felt uncomfortable seeing her.

"I know this has been discussed before."

After thinking for a moment, Watson turned his head to Howard Sr.: "But I still want to confirm with you again. I remember you said that the serum is still effective, but how much effect can it have on people of Paige's age?"

"Then you should also remember another sentence I said."

Old Howard was stunned for a moment and then realized what he was doing. He took two steps back and sat on the chair: "Strictly speaking, the serum in Paige's hand is not a super soldier serum. It has been alienated from the beginning. It was specially given to Paige by me." Physically and genetically tailored.

Her physical abilities were very good when she was young, otherwise she would not have been able to lead the Howling Commandos in combat. Although we are all old now, you may not know that Peggy still shoots perfect scores with a handgun at her private shooting range on the estate. She's not completely aged yet, so I think the serum is still effective, but I really can't vouch for how effective it will be. "