The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

His eyes stayed on the photo for a few seconds, then turned to Watson's beautiful face. The corners of the girl's mouth moved downward slightly, making an expression with unclear meaning.

Watson understood that the other party had misunderstood.

But he didn't expect this to happen at all.

No matter how good the relationship is between people of the same sex, they would not hang photos of each other on their necklaces! What's more, he just teased the little secret of "men's friendship" in the army, and now this is just the right time. Is there really retribution in this world?

But that’s not important. What’s important is that after Bucky’s body died, his soul most likely went to Silent Hill. As a character in the Marvel universe, he has nothing to do with Mute Tun from the beginning to the end. But only this result can explain why the photos in the necklace changed.

Alessa didn't mention this to me at the time...

The more Watson thought about it, the more something was wrong, and he began to think about taking some time to go back to Silent Hill. To use an old saying from the Eastern Kingdom, when a person dies, his soul will be scattered and he will fall into reincarnation. The same is true in the Marvel Universe. The souls of dead beings will report to Lady Death.

Unlike the dedicated God of Death in human mythology, who comes out on time to collect souls when people are gone; Lady Death has actually lived too long and has developed many weird hobbies. She doesn't mind 'loaning' these fresh souls out temporarily, and even often enjoys it. Therefore, the demons of hell can possess the souls, and King Odin of Asgard can also create the 'Hall of Valor' to preserve the souls of fallen warriors. These souls will stay for a certain period of time, perhaps hundreds or thousands of years, or perhaps longer...but they will eventually die.

So if Bucky’s soul really goes to Silent Hill, maybe things will change?

"Is this your friend?"

Seeing that Watson had no reaction, Michela slowly moved her face a little closer: "Is it your very good friend, or is it just the kind of... friend you just mentioned?"

"No, this is something else."

Watson came back to his senses, and the smile on his lips gradually faded: "And this is not a happy thing, do you want to hear it?"

Looking at the photo in the necklace, Bucky's eyes seemed to be staring at him. Splattered flesh and blood, dazzling wounds, pale skin, and deafening explosions... The scene on the plane a few days ago came to mind again. In just a short moment, the joking mood began to fade.

"If you want to say it."

The girl hesitated for a few seconds, then quietly continued to move her body closer, her shoulder lightly touching Watson's shoulder.

However, Watson is still digesting the fact that "Bucky may be saved". He must admit that he feels relieved at the moment; but one code after another, this does not appear to be what he did on the plane. The choice is more correct. Because Watson had no idea that the necklace had this function at the time, deep down in his heart, he was really mentally prepared to let the Winter Soldier be killed.

"His name is James Buchanan Barnes, and he is a close friend of Captain America. I have never actually met him. Before I officially joined the Allied Forces, James disappeared on the mission. The military considered him killed in action. , but Steve always believed that he was still alive." Watson was silent for a while, then reached out and picked up the bullet casing in front of him: "Just some time ago, I found traces of James."

"Some time ago? When you went back to New York?"

"Well, I killed him."

The surface of the bullet case reflected a faint moonlight, and the scratches were clearly visible: "James appeared as a hostile person at the time. When I found out that the person was him, the matter was beyond control. In terms of personal interests, the person he wanted to kill It was more important to me... so I shot him. I seriously injured him, but I didn't have time to stop someone else from killing him."

"But he's become...the enemy, hasn't he?"

Michela looked at Watson's side face and considered the words: "If you have a complete conflict in your stance, then you have to do this. This kind of thing is very common among mercenaries, everyone works for money. , and sometimes they shoot at colleagues with whom they have a good relationship because of their employer’s position.”

"No, from another perspective, it can also be said that my ability is insufficient. If I can move a little faster, my bullets can be more accurate, or my body can be stronger, I may change this outcome. This photo It was a reminder to me that I had been a selfish person."

Watson shook his head, not knowing when his finger was on the trigger: "When you are beyond your power, you can only face reality, either to help others or to help yourself. Your conscience will be tortured by human nature again and again. Numb, and finally unable to go back. Although it seems hypocritical to say this now, but..."

"I don't want to do this again."

boom!

The light moving target in the crosshairs of the scope paused, and a hole appeared in the center. This shot felt better than ever before. Watson lifted his face from the cheekpiece and let out a long breath. At the moment when the trigger was pulled, the flow of time slowed down, and a strong premonition emerged from my heart: this shot will definitely hit, and there will be no second result.

So it really hit the mark.

A hot cartridge case was thrown out, and the teeth made a metallic crunching sound as they closed. At this time, Watson finally realized that the girl beside him had not spoken for a while. He turned his face to the right, just in time to touch Michelle's hair. The girl gently moved her head back, her blue eyes hidden in her hair, and the last bit of strange look in her eyes disappeared.

The atmosphere tonight changed again and again, it was really strange.

"I was wondering...to what extent can the things on the list help you recover?" Silently emptying the 20-round magazine, the two were quiet for a while, and finally it was Watson who took the initiative to initiate the conversation.

"It depends on how much you buy."

"What if it's all of them?"

After saying this, Watson showed a little curiosity on his face, pretending to be purely curious. He decided to give Michelle some mental preparation first, so that he could think about what to do based on the other party's reaction.

"If I buy them all, I can ask Four Eyes to help me perform several surgeries."

"what?"

Hearing the girl's words, Watson did not react: "Wait, did I hear it wrong just now, or did you say the name Four Eyes? Can she perform surgery? No, can she perform surgery on people?"

"It's just a piece of meat, it's not a big problem." Michela turned half of her face: "We do this on the battlefield, and she has helped with it many times, so she is proficient enough. This has nothing to do with human attributes. Medically speaking, it means physically removing the diseased tissue and then stabilizing it with the help of drugs..."

"Let's find a hospital, okay?" Watson simply stopped touching the gun and raised a palm to try to interrupt the girl: "We're not on a battlefield now, so we can spend money to find someone. It's not that difficult, right? I can definitely do it..."

Before he could finish speaking, he stopped.

Michela is laughing.

This is obviously a lie.

No matter how many times he's seen it before, Watson still feels uncomfortable. The long scars and corrosive scars on the girl's face completely destroyed the beautiful and elegant face, like a damaged portrait, which made people feel regretful. Michela usually has a cold and serious demeanor, and a long scar adds a lot of intimidation to her; but when the girl regains her composure and temporarily restrains her ferocity, these scars can always remind Watson of The other person’s cruel experience.

At least she's happy now, and she's even starting to make wisecracks like before. Isn't this much better than when we met in Raccoon City a few months ago? That's fine. The thoughts in Watson's mind came one after another. He didn't even notice that his raised palm was stretching out and slowly touching Michelle's hair.

This was almost a subconscious move. Watson didn't realize what he was about to do until the girl looked at the hand.

No, I shouldn't be like this.

The arm began to retract in the next second, Watson curled his fingers several times, and finally nodded at the girl's face: "Okay, this time you successfully deceived me."

"My pleasure, Grandpa Watson."

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Jingle Bell! ! ! !

A clear bell rang outside the door. In the dark room, a pair of eyes trembled a few times and finally opened slowly. The woman on the bed didn't seem to want to wake up. She just lazily turned over half of her body and pulled the sheets to cover her head.

"It's time for you to get up, miss."

The person standing outside the door had no intention of stopping. Although he stopped shaking the bell, he still started a new round of chanting: "Even if you are a billionaire, you cannot have such a chaotic schedule. You should pay more attention to your health."

Click!

The door was opened, and a mess of red hair came out. The woman was simply wearing a velvet nightgown, and several circles of medical bandages could be seen at the half-open neckline.

"...Bats are nocturnal animals, Afu."

"Then you can't sleep until 3pm, Miss Wayne."

The old housekeeper Ah Fu knows his young lady's temper very well, so she cannot be spoiled, otherwise she will go all day long without eating. How does this work? Last week, I rushed to the den of thieves single-handedly, but a guy appeared out of nowhere and broke two ribs in a sneak attack. Fortunately, the lady was fully equipped, otherwise it might not be as simple as a broken rib.

Bruce pouted and closed the door again. Ah Fu was not in a hurry and just stood at the door waiting. About ten minutes later, Miss Wayne, dressed in a black women's suit, opened the door and appeared. A pair of sword-shaped eyebrows are slightly upturned, and the long bright red hair hangs naturally on both sides, making him look very heroic. Her eyes were always scrutinizing, and just by standing forward, a sense of oppression rushed over her face.

But Ah Fu was concerned about another thing.

"Lunch is ready." The old housekeeper followed his lady gracefully with a silk scarf hanging from his arm: "The main course is beef stew. In addition, it may be difficult to ensure enough synthetic hormones next month."

"What? There is a problem with the raw material channels?"

"Yes, a buyer suddenly ordered most of the production, so there are not many other sources of supply for the time being." Seeing Brucey's pace, Afu decided to emphasize the risk: "With all due respect, Miss Wayne . If the supply of synthetic hormones is insufficient, it will be impossible for you to recover as quickly as this time if you are injured again."

The red-haired woman didn't answer.

Seeing the other party silently walking to the dining table, the old housekeeper did not continue to speak, as long as his opinions were conveyed. Miss Wayne usually kept away from strangers, and even showed no enthusiasm for acquaintances. Of course, considering that she has very few acquaintances, her inhumane behavior can be regarded as the public impression.

Even now, Miss Wayne has not revealed any love experience, which really makes the old housekeeper worried. Even if it's a formal occasion, Brucey doesn't give the men a chance at all. Compared with those rich girls who show off with male companions, Miss Wayne sometimes even chooses female companions to attend. Ever since her mysterious return a few years ago, rumors began to circulate in aristocratic circles that Miss Wayne was fond of women.

And when she puts on the bat suit and transforms into the watchman of Gotham's night sky, the whole style becomes darker.

"Select a few suitable raw material manufacturers and we will directly acquire the company."

After swallowing a piece of beef stew, Brucy glanced at Alfred. The old butler has been serving the Wayne family for the rest of his life. He is over 60 years old this year and still stands as straight as a soldier. Ah Fu's temperament is actually very stubborn. I am afraid that no one except him would dare to ring the bell as an alarm clock at the door of his room.

"I will sort it out later, Miss Wayne. In addition, I found some clues about this big-money buyer, which has a lot to do with Stark Industries."

"Stark Group?"

Putting the fork back on the plate, Bruce frowned: "Aren't they in the arms business? What are they doing buying medicine for wounds?"