The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

In an internet cafe far away from the safe house, Watson was sending an email to Four Eyes.

In addition to the thin scarf, he also wore a pair of brown prescription glasses on his face. This was one of the few non-green items in Mrs. Viper's pile of expensive decorations. Watson did not plan to stay in New York for too long. It would only take Howard Sr. a few days to prepare his things. Once the packing was completed, he would set off for London.

The old lady wanted to fight.

Her intelligence officers have indeed begun to take action, but she is worried that if her reaction is too obvious, the attackers may choose to give up temporarily, so that there may be a next time that is more difficult to detect. Therefore, in order to lure the other party to expose more details, Carter asked Watson to act as an insurance policy.

Since the last time he saw those infantry teams and fighter jets in Raccoon City, Watson has a new understanding of the name Peggy Carter. He did not doubt that with a few phone calls, the other party could mobilize a modern elite force to eliminate the attackers at any time, but if he did that, it would most likely only scare the enemy away.

So this is a high-risk operation.

Following decades of intelligence work, Carter understood the dangers of acting as bait better than most. Rather, acting as a bait is one of the compulsory courses for every agent: how to expose the 'weakness' to lure the target to take the bait, make it move in the direction you secretly planned, and finally end it successfully without actually letting the 'bait' 'Being eaten into the opponent's stomach before death...

There are a lot of details to grasp here.

To be honest, Watson is basically a layman in this aspect, but he feels it is necessary to have a deep understanding of the various ways in which this system works. Whether it is Hydra from now on or Nick Fury, who is very likely to become the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. in the future, each one is very proficient in infiltration operations. When there is no way to simply solve the problem with a few bullets, it is best to quickly find out the opponent's weaknesses and flaws...

Then reduce the difficulty to the point where it can be solved with a few bullets.

To do this, Watson still has a lot to learn.

If you find an opportunity to absorb a few elite enemy agents, you should be able to quickly pass the novice stage. Thinking about the plan in his mind, he cleared the computer disk several times, then stood up and left the Internet cafe.

It was dark outside the door.

Once again on the crowded street, Watson hung up his headphones leisurely, wanting to enjoy a late-night snack before returning to his apartment. However, the noisy streets as usual were interrupted this time by a louder sound————

It was gunfire.

The couples chatting by the shop windows were the first to scream, and within seconds the streets were filled with panicked crowds. Watson had to jump into an autonomous car parked on the side of the road to avoid having his glasses ripped off by pedestrians. His vision quickly locked onto the gunfire among the various lights on the street. It was a few young men dressed as motorcycle gangs who were rushing into the crowd with weapons.

However, even so, they are still very conspicuous.

If we want to talk about the appearance characteristics of motorcycle gangs at the end of the twentieth century, it is basically leather jackets and leather pants, flower arm tattoos, and skull images that occupy most of the clothing surface... Well, these guys seem to be until Watson didn't change his style much during the years he traveled through his previous life. As long as the eyes of those chasing them are slightly normal, it will be difficult to misidentify the target.

Several motorcycle gang gangsters rushed into the crowd. Before they could take more than two steps, a black man armed with a black submachine gun and dressed in black rushed out of the alley. Watson immediately recognized the other party's identity:

Vampire Hunter-Blade.

The big man stepped on the roof of the car and jumped high, holding what looked like a crudely modified submachine gun. A series of bullets hit the two motorcycle gang gangsters who couldn't dodge, and then they burned to the ground with a shrill scream. ash.

The remaining gangsters used innocent passers-by as cover, forcing Blade to stop shooting and take steps to catch up again.

Well, it turns out to be a vampire.

Seeing that the passers-by around him were almost running away, Watson looked away from the fierce chase scene, jumped off the roof of the car and walked out, preparing to continue his plan to find street food. Anyway, the gunfight is only in this area, just go further away. It was none of his business that Blade was chasing vampires, and Watson didn't bother to care. He had accomplished his goal of sending emails today, and eating was the most important thing next.

Soon, he found a barbecue restaurant that was open normally.

More than a dozen pieces of roast beef are stacked in front of you. The brown meat texture on the surface is clearly visible. If you press it gently with the knife, a large amount of meat juice will flow out onto the white plate. After stuffing a whole piece into his mouth, the rich aroma of meat immediately filled his nose. Watson was glad that he still had normal senses and breathing functions. After all, tasting delicious food is simply one of the most extreme enjoyments in the world.

It's just a pity for those vampires.

They are destined to miss out on delicious food.

"Good evening, sir, do you need anything else?"

The young waitress with a brown and black ponytail walked to the table and looked at Watson with a warm smile. Obviously I have chosen the most inconspicuous corner, but ever since my face was accidentally seen while eating meat, the waitresses in the entire restaurant have taken turns to come to greet me, and now this is the fourth one. Several plates of inexpensive pastries were placed on the table as an apology from the girls for disturbing them. But Watson knew very well that this was mainly because of his face.

I should become a woman and go out to eat on the streets...

"One more beer, thank you."

Watson pushed the empty large beer glass a few inches forward and smiled politely at the other party. The girl didn't even look at the beer glass, but slowly reached for it while keeping her eyes on Watson. That face. It wasn't until she held the cup firmly that she turned around and walked away with a hint of reluctance.

A faint sound of sirens reached my ears.

Turning my eyes to the street outside the window, I saw several police Ford Mustang SSPs passing by with blue lights flashing. The Blades are either done or playing well, but Watson doesn't care about that. He picked up the bill and looked at it twice, took out two hundred dollars from his pocket and put it on the table. While most of the people in the store were paying attention to the outside, he stood up and walked out of the store.

Press the Walkman's play button again, and your feet will move forward rhythmically to the beat of the drum.

But just after walking a certain distance, Watson stopped.

He saw the vampire Nissa standing in front.

The woman still maintained the same look as she had during that meeting. Her black hair was tied back, revealing her beautifully shaped chin. In Watson's previous life, she often saw people using this hairstyle, but it has stricter requirements on the coordination and three-dimensionality of the overall facial structure, so not everyone can improve their appearance with this hairstyle.

The actor who plays Nyssa counts as one.

She is one of those rare people who looks even better with her hair tied up than without it, of course, only when she is not old yet. When the "Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D." TV series was filmed in 2010 and later, the actor was already over years old, so he could only play the age-level role of an aunt. As a result, he ended up playing Agent Coulson's old lover in Peru. :Female Commander Camila Reyes.

“Lange nicht gesehn (Long time no see).”

Seeing Watson take off his headphones, Nessa opened her mouth and said something in German.

"Uh...yeah, long time no see."

Watson was a little embarrassed because he didn't know how to explain to the other party what happened last time. Maybe it's because of the tentacles on his body, the relationship between the two is not good enough to reveal such information; but other than this reason, it seems that no matter how you say it, you can't leave the scope of 'I am interested in you'.

But you are indeed interested in her, otherwise how could the tentacle come out on its own? Why didn't they run out when Mrs. Carter hugged you? What's the reason? Don't you know yet?

Do you know it's embarrassing now?

At this time, Watson felt like Star-Lord in "Guardians of the Galaxy 2". His hand was grabbed by the telepathic Mantis, who then pointed directly at the female killer Gamora next to him and said in public, "I I feel that you have a sexual love for her!" It was simply an epic social death, so embarrassing that it exploded. Unable to help but complain about himself at that time, Watson thought about just running away without excuse, but at this time Nessa walked up to him:

"Shall we find a place to chat?"

......

"I remember you said you didn't know English at that time."

On the rooftop of a remote building, Nisha leaned on the railing, her tight jeans fully embodying the curves of her two long legs. She looked at the silent Watson, blinked a few times, and took the initiative to stir up the topic.

"You can learn German in a few months, and of course I can learn English."

Watson tried to set the tone for the conversation, so he pointed to the bottle in the woman's hand: "Is that blood?"

When Nisha unscrewed the cap just now, he could clearly smell the strong smell of blood coming from the liquid in the bottle. This question is actually a bit redundant. After all, what else can vampires eat besides blood? Nissa nodded: "Since they no longer have the protection of the Damaskinos family, the vampires in New York have had a hard time. Many members have died. Now the blood bank has a sufficient supply."

"Is the 'blood bank' you are talking about a hospital blood bank, or is it the 'blood bank' I think of?"

"It doesn't matter."

Lifting the bottle and taking another sip, Nisha stretched out her tongue and gently licked her red lips a few times. Even though she knew that what she was drinking was blood, the picture still looked extremely tempting. Two snowflakes fell from the sky and rested on the woman's white neck. However, the vampire's body temperature was as cold as the row of iron railings, and the snowflakes showed no sign of melting.

"We generally obtain blood in two ways. One is to kidnap homeless people and concentrate them for extraction, and the other is to purchase blood."

Nisha turned her head to the street below: "In the past few months, all the blood-extracting factories have been wiped out by knives. Some of the addresses were given to him by me. As for the other blood bank, it is actually taken from homeless people. But we will pay, and we won't kill people. Regular hospitals only accept qualified blood, and we basically accept everyone who comes, so in addition to homeless people, many people who are 'lack of money' also often come."

The word 'lack of money' is used very heavily.

This time Watson understood that the other party was referring to those who were high on drugs.

Apart from these guys who were suffering from daily addiction, he couldn't think of anyone else who would risk his life to sell blood in a place like that. However, when thinking about the case in his previous life where he cut off his kidney to buy a new mobile phone, Watson had to admit that there are still quite a lot of crazy people in the world.

"So...where have you been during this time?"

After observing for a while, and seeing that the beautiful boy still looked silent, Nessa simply stepped forward and reached out a hand to touch Watson's shoulder.