The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

This 'crack' form came a little unexpectedly, and it suddenly appeared in Miss Watson's mind. It's a bit like a certain operating system. Automatic upgrade is selected by default during installation; then one day while you are playing a game, a system notification suddenly pops up on the screen, saying that the available system version upgrade installation package has been downloaded. Do you want to restart the phone now? Complete the installation like this.

It won't even tell you that it's quietly downloading updates in the background.

That was how Miss Watson felt now, novelty with a touch of weirdness. This sudden new ability without warning made her feel a little uncomfortable. It seemed that her understanding of the body was still incomplete.

Especially the part about ‘absorption and transformation’.

After absorbing a living body, except for the fixed memory fragments, this black light virus body has almost no symptoms. For example, does this life form have other advantageous skills available? If so, which ones are they? In addition, when can it be absorbed? One of the few 'upgrade tips' is a burning sensation in the body, or a sudden Feel sleepy.

Fortunately this time, there were no signs.

I thought that except for those memories, the benefits Mrs. Viper had given me had long since ended. Unexpectedly, it happened suddenly after a few months. Lying comfortably in the bathtub, Miss Watson couldn't figure out for a long time how the 'viper' could be digested in her body for so long. After thinking about it for a while, she finally realized that it was indeed possible. After all, I had absorbed Clockwork Man a few months ago, but I still haven't fully mastered the opponent's self-aiming marksmanship.

Mr. Moser, Mr. Heller, I'm sorry.

I'm a disgrace to the blacklight pathogen.

But there is one thing to say: I am the best when it comes to beauty. Miss Watson comforted herself in her heart, then closed her eyes peacefully and enjoyed the quiet time. After this period of use, the tactile feedback in the female form has also been significantly improved, and now it is more like an ordinary human body.

However, falling asleep was too difficult for me.

Enjoy the hot bath and empty your mind for a while. Miss Watson quickly opened her eyes again, and her thoughts drifted to Lisa.

For a while before, she actually doubted whether the other party had self-awareness, but strictly speaking, she and Lisa didn't get along for a long time, so there was no way to quickly verify this inference. Infection with the black light virus has several outcomes: becoming a 'zombie'; mutating into a stronger 'zombie'; and becoming an 'evolved body' under the subjective will of the black light virus.

The latter setting basically comes from the second part of "The Prototype of Murder".

The protagonist of the previous game, Alex Mercer, secretly transformed many business elites, soldiers, scientists and even government officials, and placed them in corresponding organizations to build a huge intelligence and power network for himself. Unlike ordinary infected bodies, 'evolved bodies' retain their autonomous consciousness to a large extent, and are therefore able to deceive ordinary people around them.

In addition to greatly enhanced physical fitness, these evolved bodies can also transform their limbs into melee weapons such as claws, knives, hammers and axes, just like the black light pathogen. Throughout the game's plot, James Heller, the protagonist of the second-generation game, has been hunting down these "black light evolutions" one by one for a long time. Basically just killing and absorbing one of them will unlock a new skill or weapon.

Clearly, Lisa doesn't fit into any of the above categories.

Maybe it's because she is special in her own right.

It can't speak, and it won't make any other movements without orders. It's like a living wooden person. But there is also an advantage, that is, it is easier to clean up. At this moment, the faceless nurse was stretching her long legs and sitting on a chair by the bathroom wall. A few minutes ago, Miss Watson used the shower head to wash Lisa's entire body.

She had to do it.

The 'original' nurse's narrow skirt on Lisa's body was stained, and there were many rust-like colors on it, which made people uncomfortable to look at. It was always difficult to dispose of the clothes at Kamal Taj, and now all these clothes are in the hand wash basin - Miss Watson did not dare to throw them directly into the washing machine, who knows if there will be collateral contamination.

Sighing softly, several tentacles stretched out from his arms and nimbly touched the hand basin.

I actually have a day where I can wash other people's clothes by hand.

"You should feel honored, Lisa, that the famous Miss Watson actually scrubbed your clothes herself." Feeling a little angry, Miss Watson raised half of her body and raised the shower head to slap the faceless nurse in the face. But of course the other party didn't respond at all, as quiet as a motionless sculpture.

This self-inflicted ordeal was quickly over.

The pile of green clothes that Mrs. Viper left in the bedroom has a purpose. The faceless nurse is wearing green high heels, a green dress and a black gauze cuckold. If someone uses a telescope to peek from a distance, they might think that Mrs. Viper is there. Inside the house. He tried to cut the opponent several times, and it turned out that the faceless nurse inherited the resilience of the black light virus.

Throwing the clean Lisa onto the sofa, Miss Watson turned and walked into the weapons compartment. Although I intend to play some limited-level games, of course, business is more important at the moment. Dial the service provider's number and follow the requirements of the shortest distance and fastest speed. The operator quickly informed you of an address on the phone.

And another series of numbers.

......

Half an hour later.

"It's a good thing these cuties weren't dyed green."

After finishing the information on the broken computer, Miss Watson sat at the table and arranged the weapons at hand. There are many firearms in the compartment, most of which are smaller in size, lighter in weight and recoil, suitable for use by Mrs. Viper, who is a woman. For example, in the original world, one of the most used pistols by law enforcement agencies around the world: Glock. But just like the AK/AR gun family, the members of the Glock gun family are not very different in appearance. Unless they are experienced or willing to explore, few people can distinguish them carefully.

After rummaging around carefully, Ms. Watson finally packed an AUG A2 model. After the firefight in the aircraft cabin not long ago, she once again realized one thing: sometimes it is better to keep the gun shorter. There is a saying that this short-barreled bullpup small-caliber assault rifle is indeed more suitable for indoor combat.

Another important point is that 5.56mm NATO bullets are easy to buy.

Like the FN P90 on the shelf, it uses 5.7x28mm bullets. This kind of bullet was specially developed by FN Company. It is currently only suitable for a few weapons, so it is impossible to find supplies on the battlefield, let alone buy it in civilian gun stores. Miss Watson opened her phone and dialed the new number. After waiting for about half a minute, a deep male voice came from the phone:

"Which one?"

“USD Cash Transaction.”

"You called the wrong number, ma'am." The man laughed twice, and there seemed to be the sound of wine glasses clinking on the other end: "But it's so late now, if you want to have some late-night chatting, I don't mind at all."

Click!

A 15-round 9mm pistol magazine was inserted into the chest hanger, and the buckle made a slight metal collision sound. Miss Watson put the Glock 19 into the holster and replied slowly: "Koalas under the New Jersey coast."

There was a moment of silence on the phone, and the man's attitude changed obviously, as if nothing happened just now: "Of course, what do you need?"

"I heard that you have a batch of .338 Lapu Magnum. How much is it specifically?"

"Hold on."

There was an obvious sound of paper, and this time the man was silent for several minutes: "It's not often that people ask for this thing. I have about 130 rounds here. If you want them all, you can give me a regular discounted price."

After confirming the transaction method and address, Miss Watson hung up the phone and took down another Glock 19 from the weapon rack. After thinking about it, she took another MP5K submachine gun.

There is no other reason.

This journey is likely to be uneventful.

The transaction took place in the northernmost borough of the Bronx, the largest black settlement in New York. The public security situation here is at the bottom all year round, and cases of illegal transactions occur one after another. If Spider-Man was born here, he would probably die suddenly from exhaustion at a young age.

Anyway, the Bronx borders here, so Miss Watson decided to set off alone and swing all the way from Lower Manhattan Island, where she was currently located. Considering this time, walking on the street is worse than flying into the sky. After putting on her tight-fitting combat uniform and stuffing extra clothes and cash into her combat backpack, she gently opened her bedroom window and climbed out of the outer wall.

The bustling night view comes into view.

Through the integrated eyepiece, you can clearly see a large number of tall buildings in Manhattan Island. To the southwest is the famous Manhattan Financial District, surrounding the famous Wall Street; to the northeast are the Flatiron Building, the Empire State Building, and the Rockefeller Center complex beyond. Along the Hudson River in the northwest, there is an area with obviously dim lights.

That's Hell's Kitchen.

The body was sliding and jumping in the night sky, and the wind from the high-rise building was blowing fast and slow, and it was very comfortable to blow on the tights. He turned off the poison filter switch on his helmet and took a few deep breaths. Different from the calming cold of Karma Taj, the wind in the Big Apple City is obviously much sweeter, with a different kind of intoxicating flavor. Miss Watson turned her whole body upside down, and countless light spots dangled above her head. She immediately fell in love with this feeling.

The short trip passed quickly in this excitement.

Compared with the bustling Manhattan peninsula, the Bronx has significantly fewer high-rise buildings. Even if there are some that are more eye-catching occasionally, they will not be as glorious as commercial buildings. Miss Watson stopped on the platform of a residential building and took out her camouflage clothes from her backpack. This is a dark green short windbreaker from Mrs. Viper. The length just covers the thighs, and there is a hood behind the collar.

A siren sounded in the distance.

Seven or eight black people were walking hurriedly on the street. They put their hands in their pockets and looked back and forth frequently. But Miss Watson felt that these guys were definitely not afraid of sirens. After a brief observation, she continued heading northwest. There are a large number of residential buildings here, and there are not many high spots for hanging. Miss Watson was running between the densely packed rooftops at this moment, as if she had returned to Heidelberg in 1944.

She saw the destination.

A three-story residential building, blended in with the large number of low-rise bungalows around it, looks inconspicuous. With the help of night lights and street lights, the large graffiti on the walls of the buildings are clearly visible. Although the people here are not wealthy, they are still very passionate about creation. Landing in the alley opposite the residential building, Miss Watson walked to the door with two long legs.

Just buying something.

Hopefully there won't be any need to draw a gun.

Boom boom boom!

Not long after, a skinny black man opened the door. He glanced at the woman in front of him unscrupulously, even lingering on the chest covered by the windbreaker for a long time.

"I'm looking for the Eagle."

Finally, Miss Watson took the initiative to speak out.

The wrinkles on the skinny man's face twisted a few times, but he didn't say anything and just moved half of his body away. The meaning is obvious, that is, he wants the woman in front of him to walk in close to him. However, the next second, a cold tingling sensation came from the lower body. The man lowered his head and discovered that a dagger had appeared on his crotch.

The tip of the blade has pierced the fabric.

"No, no, no, I was just joking."

The man made the same dry voice, and even through the filter mask, Miss Watson could still smell the strong smell of tobacco. Seeing that the woman had no intention of sheathing the knife, the skinny man could only retreat desperately and let the entire passage clear.