The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Knowing that Watson was going to practice shooting, Michela couldn't take the shower. The two simply packed up for a few minutes, then drove the jeep at the door to the suburban shooting range. There was no need to bring someone with him. The main thing was to see the other person happy. Watson simply made excuses for himself. After all, he didn't speak French. It would be much more convenient to have an interpreter on site to help.

"Are you sure you didn't mean it?"

Watson sat in the passenger seat, crossed his arms and glanced at Michela.

"I told you, I was getting ready to take a shower just now, and then I noticed someone approaching." The girl held the steering wheel with one hand and tapped the anti-slip cover with her index finger: "The first priority to save your life is to get the weapon as soon as possible. If an enemy really came in just now, They don’t wait for you to get dressed.”

You don’t touch the steering wheel at all when driving!

Not intending to pursue the question, Watson chose to change the subject directly: "The things on your list will arrive in the next two days."

Maybe it's because the almost unobstructed scene a dozen minutes ago was so exciting that it interfered with his thoughts. As soon as Watson said this, he regretted it in his heart.

Old Howard read the list carefully and patted his chest to ensure that he could get it all done. However, Watson still took the other party to settle the account. This batch of medicines, materials and instruments cost more than one million US dollars. Add in the supply and supplement consumption of subsequent treatments, and the cost was super doubled.

As for Michela's injury, she actually has to take medicine for a lifetime.

So Watson only planned a two-year course of treatment. If he really wanted to cure her, he would either rely on enhanced serum or something like that; or he could find a way to get some black technology, and the most extreme would be to regenerate her body and transplant her brain. Otherwise, it may still be necessary to use the black light virus itself. Fortunately, there are countless monsters and monsters in the world of American comics. There must be some existences that can create similar creatures that retain complete independent consciousness.

But if Michela asked now, what would he say?

Have you bought everything on your list?

Sure enough, the girl stopped tapping her fingers on the steering wheel: "How many did you buy?"

"Hmm... I'm not sure. I asked a friend to handle it. You can click on it when it arrives."

"Your friend?"

"Yes, my friends are amazing." Watson deliberately made a joke: "You also know that from World War II to now, I am over 70 years old, so it is normal to have a few old friends."

"Okay, Grandpa Watson, please hold on tight."

Michela turned the wheel and the Jeep turned off the main road and onto a dirt road toward a suburban shooting range. As soon as the heavy tires touched the uneven gravel bricks, the entire car body suddenly began to bump, and the shock absorbers groaned underneath. The girl closed her mouth and the car made a clanging noise. She really didn't like to speak loudly unless it was necessary for battle.

Watson closed his eyes and began to think hard.

During his return to New York, he was approached by the vampire Nissa and old Mrs. Carter, which distracted him so much that he actually forgot about it. Michela also knew exactly how much the items on the list were worth. Watson could tell that the girl actually didn't think he could really buy them all. It was just because Watson insisted on wanting it at that time that he wrote one.

But Watson realized now that he had lost his sense of proportion.

In the hands of billionaires, a few million dollars is nothing; but for Michela, this is a huge sum of money. Let's fool it for now, but when the goods from Old Howard are delivered, Watson will not be able to deliberately hide part of it.

What will girls think after reading it?

There is no unreasonable kindness in the adult world. If there is, the reason is either murderous desire or love. Even if Watson pretends to say, "I'm actually very rich, a few million is just a small thing, don't mind," but that also depends on the actual situation. Considering the already ambiguous relationship between the two of them, no matter what they say, they cannot get rid of the motive of 'love'.

And if Michela really dared to ask, ‘Do you have any thoughts about me?’, then there would be absolutely no room for maneuver. The relationship between the two will enter the final multiple-choice question, 'yes' or 'no'. There is no way out. Will Watson choose the second one?

He doesn't want this.

If it was a week ago, before he met Nissa, Watson might not have minded saying this, but the vampire princess forced him to face the despicable thoughts in his heart. I have made it clear to Nessa that I know that I want to step into a few boats in my heart, and I feel that it is difficult for me to suppress this impulse at the moment. I don't want to hurt you, so I decided not to have a relationship with anyone for the time being and find a way to correct my mentality first.

As a result, just a few days later, he accepted Michela?

what is this?

Thinking of this, Watson opened his eyes and glanced at the driver's seat. From his perspective, most of Michela's face was covered by the radiation, and almost only her mouth could be observed. The road conditions were really bad now. The girl was swaying all over, and the change in the curve on her chest was even more spectacular. But in Watson's mind, another picture came to mind.

Ten minutes ago, he saw Michela’s belly. Despite good medical treatment, the large area of ​​chemical acid corrosion marks and edge acne are still shocking. Compared with other parts of intact skin, it looks like a white female body sculpture that has been splashed with mud. No matter how you look at it, it makes people uncomfortable.

Can she survive a second injury?

Think about it, think about it some more. Do we really need to call old Howard? Please ask him to find a way to interrupt the logistics? But what reason should I use? Is there something temporary?

Watson closed his eyes again, his thoughts becoming more confused.

......

At noon in the Commonwealth of Maine, the sky is clear.

This ordinary weather is very strange to Maine natives. It has only been a month or two since the thick fog dissipated, but many residents still like to go out in broad daylight to enjoy the extremely clear 'new world'. Especially some young people have never seen a few sunny days in their hometown since they were born.

No one knows how the thick fog disappeared.

On the local TV news, in addition to reporting on the terrorist activities of the Umbrella Group, it also announced the arrival of another group of climatologists. These people traveled to the mountains and cross-country with equipment, and regularly went to various towns to replenish supplies. Coupled with the large number of tourists who came here to visit, it also stimulated a lot of economic growth.

In the small town of Concord, more than a hundred kilometers away from Silent Hill, Willy's Bar is preparing to open. The boss had a good sleep last night. Everything has been going well recently. There are more tourists in the bar and more income. Willy's father joined the army when he was young. Now he has been running a bar for more than 20 years. He feels that his life has opened a new chapter and he feels refreshed every day.

But as soon as the window was opened, curses started to spread.

No other reason, it's just foggy again.

It was like a familiar scene seen in the past few decades, with a large thick fog covering the sky, and the distant mountains and forests that were clearly visible yesterday were now completely submerged again. The streets were full of people, and many drivers had their car windows open, cursing and restarting their fog lights.

"Why did it suddenly fog again?"

Father Willy took out a cigar and turned to ask the fat old man in the grocery store who was reading the newspaper next to him. However, the other party just glanced at it and raised the newspaper to his face again: "Who knows what happened? It was a sunny day here half an hour ago. If you ask me, it must be the devil of Silent Hill who has come out to cause trouble again."

The fat old man in the grocery store is called Tom, which is a bad street name. However, he is still somewhat popular in the town, mainly because of an incident that year. More than twenty years ago, when Willie's father had just moved here, Tom broke into Silent Hill alone. No one knew why he went in. In the end, the police managed to find him despite choking and burning smoke. At that time, Tom was covered in blood and refused to answer any questions.

After a long time, Tom, who has entered middle age, recovered from the mental hospital and returned to the small town of Concord to buy a grocery store. People were a little nervous at first, but fortunately enough time had passed and everyone gradually got used to the old man. He is no different from ordinary people, and his daily communication is smooth, but he often likes to talk about seeing the devil in Silent Hill.

Of course, people only hear it as a horror story.

Smiling at the other party, Father Willy slowly walked back to the bar while smoking a cigar.

When the crowd on the street gradually dispersed, Old Tom put down the newspaper and watched the thick fog gradually in trance. It was as if I could hear the sound again, the shrill alarm that was etched deep in the nightmare and resounded through the sky. There are also rust marks and human bodies everywhere, completely swallowing up the sanity like a furious tide of blood.

The man opened his eyes.

The clouds and smoke in front of me were thick and silent, and it seemed like the entrance to heaven. But the cold and rough feeling underneath him told him that this was an asphalt road and he was still on the ground. The man stood up slowly. The messy memory fragments in his brain seriously interfered with his thoughts. The dizziness was worse than being drunk. He had to reach out and pinch his forehead. It wasn't until a long time passed that he realized that he was naked.

There was nothing under one shoulder.

After thinking for a few seconds, the man vaguely remembered that he seemed to have no left hand in the first place.

He looked around blankly, but except for the road under his feet, everything was shrouded in thick fog. The man hesitated and walked in one of the directions. He urgently needed to clear his memory. The images in his mind now were of an airplane cabin, a snowfield, and a brick wall that kept flashing with mottled red stars printed on it.

Gradually, a road sign loomed into view.

Men can read that sentence in English: Welcome to Silent Hill.

But he still didn't understand.

Where am I...who am I?

......

boom!

"Hit."

Watson pulled the bolt, and a hot bullet casing hit the ground. 300 meters away, the human-shaped moving target was shaking. There were several dents in its chest, and it had obviously been hit several times. Michela was lying next to him, holding a telescope to observe the results of the battle for him. Apart from the two of them, there were almost no other guests in the now empty shooting range.

When the visibility is so poor at night, who would come here to shoot targets with nothing to do? Unless it is necessary night combat training, those mercenaries prefer to spend their time in the bar and find a few prostitutes by the way.

"They all hit this time."

Michela put down the telescope and looked over with a little surprise: "You are really amazing, Grandpa Watson."

"Keep calling, let's see how long you can call me grandpa."

Watson rolled his eyes, stood up and grabbed the sniper M14 on the side. There are only 338 rounds of .200 Lapu Magnum bullets in the box, so one is less than one used. But if you want to be familiar with the performance of the weapon, you can only use it more. Watson asked the girl to ask about the shooting range. This kind of bullet was just launched seven or eight years ago. Now if you want to buy it through the mercenary market, it will take a lot of time.

So this sniper M14 still has to be used.

After all, its ammunition is easy to find.

There was no answer to the erroneous drug purchase question, and Watson had no idea what to do until the two of them got out of the car. He simply decided to do something else, clear his mind, and maybe it would be better to take a moment and think again.

"That's a pocket watch, right? Why do you wear it around your neck?"

Just as Watson was twisting the elevation knob of the sniper scope, Michela suddenly said this: "I know that during World War II, many soldiers would carry photos of their loved ones with them, so, is that... ..”

The girl paused: "Your first love?"

Watson was stunned and looked down at his chest. The silver-gray pocket watch given to him by the little girl Alessa of Silent Hill had come out at some point. But it’s not easy to explain, because there is a photo of Alessa in the pocket watch, so Michelle may mistakenly think that ‘Grandpa Watson’ has a daughter, so she has to find a reason to fool her...

Okay, I'm not going to do anything else today, I'm just thinking about how to lie and deceive people.

"To disappoint you, I don't have any first love." Watson grabbed the pocket watch and pressed the bulge on the edge: "There are not many women in the military camp, they are all energetic soldiers. Sometimes they can't hold it back. He vents everywhere, even looking for men..."

Click.

The lid is open.

The photo inside wasn't Alesha. Watson swore on his women's clothing that it was definitely the little girl he saw last time when he opened the lid. But it was different now. At this moment, the photo showed a man's face, which was very familiar to him.

Bucky the Winter Soldier.