The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

The old housekeeper downstairs heard the movement and touched his British-style bald head in surprise.

Miss Peggy had never smiled like this since she came of age. Especially after experiencing the shadow of World War II and the successive deaths of Mr. and Mrs. Carter, the entire Carter Manor was depopulated, and even Miss Peggy herself did not come back very often. A while ago, I heard that the other party was planning to officially move back to his residence. The old housekeeper was actually quite happy.

Maybe the young lady is really freed from those heavy years in the past. No matter what, it is always a good thing for her to be happy at this age.

"Thank you, Watson."

After rubbing her hair for a while, Paige let go and looked seriously into Watson's eyes.

Watson fell silent.

He knew the old lady was talking about Bucky the Winter Soldier.

On the first morning after arriving at the Carter family estate, the autopsy report had already appeared on Peggy's desk. Since the body would be frozen and preserved later, doctors only examined the wound. But even so, the report also described it as "extremely bad". He was hit by four .4AE pistol bullets and three 50mm NATO rifle bullets, and his internal organs were almost shattered.

That afternoon, the two spent a long time in front of the ice coffin.

Looking at Bucky's calm face, Watson couldn't tell how he felt now. He felt that he was equally responsible for Bucky's death, and a larger one at that. Looking at the calm old lady, Watson could not help but feel guilty. The other party's appearance seemed to have returned to the day the Battle of Heidelberg ended in 1944.

The military camp after the war was so depressing.

The truck swayed and drove into the playground on the muddy road. Steve carried a vibranium shield and worked with everyone to unload the bodies one by one. Everyone was quiet, and many soldiers were sorting out their dog tags. There was no time to clean up the dirty gray stains on their faces; a pair of dry, red eyes, maybe even the tears had completely dried up.

Many Howling Commando soldiers lay in body bags, some died in explosions, some died in stray bullets and traps, and the remaining few died at the hands of Clockwork Man. And for some members, even the bodies could not be found.

Paige had a busy schedule at the time.

In the Howling Commandos, there are several old members who are very close to the quasi-couple Captain America and Agent Carter, and some of them have fallen into eternal sleep. Later that day, the woman still found time to come over. She didn't make any noise at first, just standing silently near a group of dirty soldiers. The clean military uniform on her body looked very out of place.

Watson also remembered the look on that face.

Just like now.

"I know you've been trying to comfort me."

Just as Watson was reminiscing for a few seconds, the old lady touched his hair: "I haven't been comforted by someone for a long time. To be honest, you make me a little uncomfortable."

"What's wrong? Aren't you used to being comforted?"

"The years after the end of World War II were not friendly to women. I think you can understand. Whether it was life or work, even if I had been on the battlefield, men still would not take me seriously. , and all this is just because I am a woman. If you want to seize power from men, you can only be more ruthless than them and defeat those people openly."

While talking, the old lady began to arrange Watson's hair: "So it took me decades to force them to gradually surrender. Agents and soldiers have never been the same. Watson, you must fall into the darkness yourself to understand And learn to use it to instill fear in your enemies and friends. At least in the days when I was the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., as a woman, I had to always keep a tough side..."

"The Director of SHIELD is not supposed to be comforting."

The back of his hand brushed against his cheek, feeling a rough friction. Watson's almost subconscious reaction was to shrink his head back.

This time it was his turn not to get used to it.

In his previous life, except for barbers and dentists, almost no one had touched Watson's hair and face like this. It was one thing to laugh and joke before, but it's another thing to be serious now. The meaning was completely different. The kindness in the old lady's eyes was obvious, which made him feel a little...

Panic.

"I have lost many comrades over the decades, and most of their names cannot even be discussed publicly. As long as we fight, people will die, and sacrifices are inevitable. But in this black zone of secret confrontation, I have always given orders. I have been far away countless times. Watching the coffin being buried and hearing the cries of the family members, I could only put on a calm expression, just like the previous two days."

Perhaps sensing Watson's reaction, the old lady quickly put her arm back: "These sins will accompany me for the rest of my life, and now there is one more. I killed Steve's best friend, no matter what, I None of what I've done should be forgiven. Do you understand? I'm going to be fine, thank you for caring."

......

The next evening there was a rare clear sky in London.

Watson was dragging a 1.5-meter-high wheeled arms box with a cello case on his back and a rectangular box in his other hand. After hugging Mrs. Carter goodbye, he got into the car bound for the airport. Last night, the two of them tacitly ended the repressive topic and moved on to other places. Peggy wanted Watson to take the guitar away. After all, no one would use it if it was left in the manor. However, Watson said that he couldn't carry the guitar to fight, so he joked that he might as well give it a gun.

So the old lady really gave it away.

British people use British products.

Precision International's AW (Arctic Warfare) sniper rifle.

In the game "Counter-Strike", it is the B46 that players are familiar with. It will die if it hits the torso or above. High risk, high reward, a rookie’s dream, a master’s toy. However, in fact, there are many AW series models of Precision International Company, and most of them have similar appearance. Half-hearted army fans can only differentiate based on the last letter, for example:

AWP (Police): Police model, barrel length is shorter than other models.

AWS (Suppressed): A model with a suppressor, foldable stock and detachable barrel, equipped with a storage box specially designed by Precision International to facilitate assembly, disassembly and camouflaged transportation in emergency situations.

AWM（Magnum马格南）：使用大威力马格南枪弹的型号，例如.300温彻斯特马格南（7.62x67mm）、.338拉普马格南（8.58x70mm）。如果采用了后一个口径，则还有另一个非官方的称呼：AWSM（Super Magnum，即超级马格南）。

The above are only a small part of the many models in the AW series. Most of the national armed forces that purchase this gun actually use specially customized models, and they also have their own unofficial internal code names. For example, the AW used earlier in the UK is code-named L96A1; the AW used by Sweden is code-named PSG 90; and the AWM used by Germany is code-named G22...

Due to time constraints, it was impossible to mention any customization requirements, so Watson directly named the most powerful model. In my previous life, AWM happened to be officially put into service in 1997. However, after the old lady made a phone call, someone delivered it to her house the next day. Touching the large box of .338 Lapu Magnum, he once again felt the influence of the name Peggy Carter.

He protected her all the way from New York to London, accompanied her to meals, chatted and even played the piano to make her happy, all without giving up a penny from the beginning to the end. Therefore, if Paige really wants to give away the gun, Watson has nothing to be embarrassed about.

This is my first bolt-action sniper rifle.

In the past, his fighting style was mostly at close range. If he missed a shot, he would quickly make up for it with a second shot, preventing the enemy from having a chance to fight back. But it is precisely because of this approach that Watson's combat range is very limited. Once shot, it is easy to expose superhuman physical fitness. And not under any circumstances, you can get closer to your target as you wish.

Many times, a precise sniper kill can solve the problem.

Watson now urgently needs to master these new weapons, and he plans to practice intensively when he returns. Even if he can only reach the qualifying line in the short term, he will at least have the ability to fight at a distance of 1-2 kilometers.

In the darkness, the plane landed in Le Havre smoothly.

Dragging large and small boxes, Watson walked all the way to Siyan's laboratory. The short-haired woman who had received the call in advance was already waiting outside the door. When she saw Watson approaching, she couldn't wait to step forward.

"good evening."

Boom!

There was a muffled sound, four eyes widened, and a hand was reached directly to hit the wall behind Watson's neck. That pretty face was full of coldness, and her lips were almost pursed into a straight line.

What?

Not understanding what this woman meant, Watson tilted his head and brought his face closer to her again, his two brown eyes almost blazing. The other hand pulled out an empty syringe from his white coat and raised it to his eyes.

Watson suddenly understood and took out the hard drive from his pocket.

Four Eyes moved very quickly and took something from his hand in the next second. She took two steps back, suddenly turned her head again when she reached the door, held the syringe and narrowed her eyes at Watson. This time he understood, and Si Yan had not given up the idea of ​​drawing a tube of his own blood. So Watson also began to squint his eyes, make eye contact with the other party, and said a plastic Japanese: "だめだ (Da咩达: no)."

The stalemate lasted about half a minute.

The woman stuffed the syringe back into her white coat, turned around and opened the door to the room.

"By the way, um, which room is Bertha in..."

boom!

The door is closed.

"You have a negative emotional intelligence, right..."

After muttering a few words, Watson picked up the box again and walked inside. This basement is quite spacious, and there are many places for the team members to rest and prepare. If it weren't for this, Luper wouldn't have just paid for it. The corridor is very dilapidated, and there is a room with a vent on the left, which contains a few camp beds.

The fan rumbled and roared like a car engine.

There was faint music coming from the end, with a distinct smell of cheap radio. Half of a blond head appeared beside the wall, and Watson could still see the muzzle of the gun in her hand. Seeing that he was not an enemy, Michela also lifted his guard and walked out.

Watson was stunned for a moment.

"(German) Leave your luggage there."

Michela stretched out her hand and pointed towards the door. Seeing that Watson didn't move, she raised her eyebrows: "Why are you standing there? Take it in?"

Without replying, Watson silently pushed the ammunition box in. The girl followed closely behind, probably because they hadn't seen each other for more than a week. She was talking with a bit more interest now: "Are these arms?"

Glancing at her, Watson pressed the switch and lifted the lid of the box, revealing the special XM500 anti-material sniper rifle first. Looking at those terrifyingly thick gun barrels, Michela couldn't help but reach up and weigh them. Taking possession of the gun body, the heavy texture made the girl frown: "I feel like this thing is almost the same as a heavy machine gun. Are you sure you can take it to fight?"

"......I can."

"That's right, I forgot that you are very strong."

The girl turned her face and looked at Watson with a pair of narrow red phoenix eyes. The scar at the corner of the mouth is slightly distorted with the facial muscles, and under the cover of broken hair, it exudes a sense of dangerous charm: "So what are you going to do later? If you want to go out, would you mind taking me with you?"

"I said......"

"Don't you want to go out?"

"No!" Watson gritted his teeth: "Can you put your clothes on first?!"