The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

The bloody night sky seemed to have no end.

The man walked with heavy steps among the corpses on the ground.

The sound of gunfire seemed to be ringing around him, but he knew that there was nothing around him. The radio noise that sounded like current interference had been echoing in his ears for a long time, showing a strange sense of silence. The man even suspected that there was something wrong with his hearing. Although the entire square was calm at the moment, there was still an illusion before his eyes - Bucky was sure it was an illusion.

Because World War II has ended long ago.

That strange woman called me ‘Bucky’, and I vaguely remembered that this was what a friend called me. But who is that friend? Dragging his exhausted body and sitting down on the steps, the man buried his face deeply in his hands. More and more memory fragments are emerging in my mind, but most of them are fragmented. There are shouts on the battlefield, the coldness of the operating table, and many hideous and twisted faces...

Just like those monsters at my feet.

They hunched their bodies and lay quietly, never moving again. The pool of blood spread all the way from the soles of the shoes, almost covering the entire small square - this was the result of Bucky's emotional breakdown just now and his killing spree. The amnesiac killer was reviving his humanity, but he underestimated his past experiences. The image lingers in front of his eyes: he is tied up in the mirror, and there are several needles slowly approaching his head, but Bucky can't do anything. He can only watch the needles piercing his temples... ...

Then power on.

The phantom-like pain hit him, and the man roared again. After an unknown amount of time, Bucky finally removed his palm. Most of his body was soaked in cold sweat. He slowly raised his face, finally picked up his weapon and left the square.

He also knows how to pick up weapons, so he doesn't seem crazy.

On the bell tower a hundred meters away, Miss Watson put down the monocular, and tentacles shot out from between the joints at the base of her fingers, leading her to the square. Walking on her slender legs wrapped in combat uniforms, Miss Watson began to observe the corpses on the ground. These humanoid monsters are covered in large brown-green raincoats. This kind of clothing looks very familiar, much like the kind used by German infantry during World War II; and their faces are wearing gas masks, and under the lenses, they are a pair of blood-red eyes. eyeball.

This time the monster looks more human.

Probably because Bucky's memory is gradually recovering.

Although the Winter Soldier is missing an arm, he is still very powerful in combat. Miss Watson continued to fiddle with the dagger a few times, and some wounds on the body penetrated deep into the abdominal cavity. Only strong chopping can cause this effect. After confirming that Bucky was still in normal condition, she turned around and headed towards the church.

It's time to go back.

......

Five hours later.

Private airport on the outskirts of Le Havre, France.

"Thanks for the ride, sir."

After getting off a Cessna 206 propeller airliner, Watson, who had resumed his men's clothing, stood by the cabin door and dragged his luggage from the back seat. He still took a long detour this time. He first used a pocket watch to enter Silent Hill at the New York safe house, went to Kama Taj through the teleportation circle in the cathedral, and then used the Kama Taj portal to reach the London Temple. , and finally contacted the plane to reach Le Havre.

Why doesn’t this pocket watch have a return function?

After rushing for more than 40 minutes, Watson finally stood at the entrance of the Wolf Pack team's basement. Before Si Yan, who opened the door, could say anything, he took out a hard drive from his pocket. The short-haired Ms. Yamada Kyoko opened her eyes, took two steps forward and reached for her hand, but Watson easily dodged it: "Ms. Yamada, don't you think you have forgotten something?"

"what's up?"

"...Then wait until you remember."

After saying this, Watson stuffed the hard drive into his arms and walked straight to his room. When passing by the room where the training cabin was located, he saw Michela still lying inside. Si Yan followed closely beside him, and he held it in for a while before he finally said: "No matter what I forgot, please give me the hard drive first."

Do you think I care about you?

Watson put down his luggage and began to organize the weapons he brought. Now this room has been completely transformed into a small arsenal. On the left side of the central gun rack are FAL automatic rifles, worn-out N-hand RPD light machine guns and Stark Military's special .50 Beowulf rifles. Now another one has been added. The Steyr AUG; further to the right are hung long-range weapons, such as the sniper M14, the precision instrument AWM sniper rifle, and the XM500 anti-material sniper rifle also from Stark Military Industry.

"I think there are some Russian-made weapons missing here."

After hanging two Glock 2s into the gun rack, Watson clapped his hands and admired the room with satisfaction. In addition to the previous M19 pistol and Desert Eagle, there are now three types of pistols in the gun rack. Most men are fascinated by weapons, and he is no exception. If it hadn't been for the encounter with the laser tunnel in the hive underground base, there would have been more by now.

If space permits, Watson would even like to squeeze in that Black Hawk helicopter. However, there will be troubles when there are too many weapons, that is, except for the FAL rifle/M14 rifle and the M9 pistol/Glock 19, which use the same bullet, the ammunition calibers of other firearms are inconsistent.

"We should find a way to get some heavy weapons, such as RPG-7 or something like that, what do you think?"

Turning his head to look at the four eyes behind him, Watson knew that the woman had been staring at him for several minutes since she entered the room. Ms. Yamada's head was slightly tilted, and her oval eyes were filled with anger and impatience. However, her hands were just hanging naturally by her legs, so this posture of standing at attention and tilting her head looked a bit...stupid.

"Ms. Yamada, do you still remember the cooperation we talked about last week?"

Watson was unmoved. He was already used to Four Eyes's psychotic behavior.

"......oh."

Siyan turned his head back, turned around and walked out the door: "The potion is ready."

......

"How much did you do?"

"One serving per person, injected or taken once a week for three months."

It's still the familiar laboratory, still the pungent smell of urine. There are more than a dozen light blue potions on the table, placed in several rows of test tube racks. Watson noticed that there was a gap in one of the rows of shelves, so he turned around and asked, "Did you drink a tube?"

"Yes."

After being silent for half a minute, Watson looked at Ms. Yamada's normal expression and asked with a slight hesitation: "Have you... verified the efficacy of the medicine?"

"Drinking it did have an effect. At least my body's fatigue from staying up late has been reduced. This is very helpful for my research..."

"No, just wait."

Watson raised his hand and interrupted Si Yan: "What I mean is, have you verified the efficacy of the drug on experimental subjects such as mice? Although the data has specific effects written on it, this is Umbrella's product after all. Be cautious. For the sake of safety, we still have to test it, right? It turns out that you drank it directly after you finished it? "

The four eyes were expressionless.

After staring at her for a while, Watson stretched out his fingers and rubbed his temples that were experiencing phantom pain: "Ms. Yamada Kyoko, I admire your scientific research spirit. But I still want to ask, if I gave you T Will you experiment on the virus information on yourself?"

"It depends on whether there is any spare experimental material available, and if not, I will experiment with myself."

"you......"

How could there be such a person in this world?

Why do you refresh my impression of you every time?

What have you experienced before?

A series of questions rushed in his throat, and Watson finally suppressed them with great effort. Ms. Yamada in front of her still had a matter-of-fact expression, and she didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with her answer at all. But Watson knew that this was not possible. If he really gave this woman information, there would be an extra zombie in the base in a few days.

No, this woman won't be that simple.

If things evolve like this, what I will see may be an infinitely multiplied and enhanced version of the T-virus, the ultimate mutation of the ABCDEFG super-killing Kyoko Yamada, and then Le Havre City will even have a biochemical crisis. Although taking a step back, Four Eyes at least still has some sense as a human being, Watson doesn't want to bet on this probability at all.

It's better to find a way to evolve your black light virus body as soon as possible. Find time to go to Spain and get the Plaka parasite there, or maybe the Antarctic base. At least the 'evolved bodies' created should be like those in the game, without causing damage to IQ and thinking ability. When the time comes, inject a tube of black light virus into Four Eyes, and she will be fine no matter how much she likes to toss her body. For someone as inhumane as Four Eyes, perhaps this inhumane approach can only be used.

For a few seconds, Watson even began to search his memory for where there were scientists he could recruit.

"It's a shame you don't join the umbrella."

"Don't talk nonsense." Ms. Yamada crossed her arms and became a little impatient: "I've finished the potion, please give me the information quickly."

"No, before that, I think we have to re-define the cooperation plan. In particular, establish the prohibited items. I want you to write them down on the paper and sign them one by one. I will synchronize the information with Ruper. If she finds out that you If there is a violation of the regulations, the cooperation will be immediately cancelled." Watson twitched the corners of his mouth, turned around and pushed open the door of the laboratory: "Go to my room to talk, I don't want to stay here anymore and smell the smell of urine."

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A few hours later, on the other side of the world, the Big Apple ushered in another dawn.

The streets of Manhattan Peninsula began to be crowded early in the morning, with people in suits and ties walking in a hurry. Although Christmas is just a few days away, those who have to go to work still have to get up early. Fortunately, the bustling shops on the street added a lot of atmosphere to the early morning.

"Good morning, June."

After being stuck in traffic for a long time, policewoman Felicia finally walked into the office wearing casual clothes.

"Oh, Felicia, you came just in time." Captain Jon sat on the sofa and raised his hand to signal to the police officer next to him: "Do you still remember the female suspect you were talking about yesterday? Come and listen to us The result of the interrogation.”

"Didn't you go back last night?"

Felicia pulled up a chair and looked around. With five or six pizza takeout boxes, a pile of paper coffee cups and the smell of cigarettes that had not yet dissipated, she could even imagine the state of the room last night - of course, for many police officers, staying up all night was enough. It's a commonplace thing.

“If something can be solved before Christmas, don’t put it off until after.”

Captain Qiong took a sip of coffee, with a peaceful smile on his face.

"We interrogated the suspect overnight last night. Maybe the two of them are really not the same person." The police officer returned to his seat and took out a file with coffee stains: "Stokely has always denied having anything to do with this woman. He He emphasized that he caught him randomly in the crowd. And he also said that when he was dragging the woman, he felt that her body was very heavy, which was not what a normal-sized woman should feel. Look at this... ..”

He took out several photos and documents from the file: "The analysis report of the traces at the scene has just come out. The female suspect's shoe size and height match, but it does not match the weight described by Stokely at all. Moreover, the suspect was on the cement wall. There are almost no grinding marks on it. You said before that she climbed up completely, right?"

"Yes, her movements look very light."

"That's right. We have screened out several videos from nearby cameras. This is indeed how she ran away." The police officer lay back and stretched: "I can only say that this woman's It's very powerful and very flexible, at least as good as men. Think about it, if you carry all those long and short guns and grenades in your car, can you still just jump up a 10-foot-high wall?"

Just like them.

Several images suddenly appeared in the policewoman's mind, including the invulnerable gunmen from the recent gun battle in the city center, and the 'red-haired gentleman' mentioned in the headlines of the newspaper a while ago. His thoughts then ran all the way back to that night, the endless monsters, and the mysterious man wielding two machetes.