The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"Hurry up and gather the information!"

"Her... surveillance cameras were destroyed, sir."

"Are you kidding?" Rupert, the security director, roared loudly in the safe house: "You can't get information without surveillance cameras? How did you pass the training course? The walkie-talkie called me one after another! I can't see it. The screen will let the front line report to you by voice! Do you need me to remind you? Damn it! That's just a woman!"

The scolded communications soldier did not dare to reply and lowered his head to start debugging the voice system.

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Under the cover of heavy rain, the fighting in the institute continues.

Miss Watson fought her way through the guard room and came to the famous Licker Passage in "Resident Evil 5". A dozen red lickers were locked in a room on one side, becoming restless due to the firefight. These monsters are usually used for experiments and exhibitions, and the specially customized tempered glass can completely ensure safety.

Games and reality are two different things after all.

Just like an airport terminal, no one would be stupid enough to install switching devices for these glass walls. These rooms have separate entrances and exits, and many emergency locking devices are installed. Miss Watson obviously didn't need to waste time on this. She saluted several lickers and walked quickly through the passage.

In my mind, the chaotic memory fragments are gradually being sorted out. The USS soldiers are very well-educated. At least they can remember the location of the surveillance probes. Based on these memories, she prioritized destroying all surveillance probes along the way. As long as you deal with the enemy as soon as possible, your combat performance will not be exposed too much.

As soon as he appeared, bullets came towards him.

After retracting behind the bunker, Miss Watson calmly raised the Winchester M70, shot the camera in the corner of the ceiling, and then bent down and ran out. The speed of the black light body that had been strengthened again was too fast. An afterimage flashed in the eyes of the USS soldiers, and they subconsciously turned the direction of their guns. However, Miss Watson's bullet was faster and hit an enemy who was trying to throw a grenade first. Seeing the explosive fall to the ground, the soldiers nearby shouted and threw themselves outside.

Miss Watson took the opportunity to rush out, stepped onto the wall in a few steps, and appeared above the enemies in the next second. The shock wave and fragments of the grenade explosion did not affect her ability to capture the target. The RPK light machine gun was quickly transferred to her hand and began to fire. By the time Miss Watson's feet hit the ground, the battle was officially over. She deliberately left an enemy half alive so that she could find new information after absorbing it.

Noisy!

After melting this unlucky guy, he was about to change the magazine when his fingertips made an electric spark on the surface of the steel magazine. Miss Watson froze for half a second, looked at her fingers, and then reached for the magazine. This time the crackling sound was more intense, and the electricity flashed back and forth on the exposed skin of the forearm, only to disappear again the next second.

Wait, I can generate electricity?

With a flick of the wrist, the current flickers on and off like an old light bulb, and occasionally fails briefly.

Miss Watson looked through her memory and found that this new ability should come from Spider-Woman Jessica Drew, and 'bioelectricity' is one of the opponent's signature attack methods. But just like the last time in the bathroom of Carter Manor, it took some time for me to get used to it, and I had to practice more, otherwise physical contact might kill someone.

Fortunately... there are many practice subjects in the institute.

After picking up some grenades, Miss Watson ran towards her next stop.

......

Three minutes later.

It's sizzling!

Electricity passed through a soldier's body, and he fell heavily to the ground, with a burning smell emanating from his body. There were four smoke bombs firing at the same time on the field, and Ms. Watson was using the thermal imaging tactics she was good at. Gunshots easily reveal the location, but bioelectricity does not. After a few simple attempts, she soon began to master the trick of discharging.

I can only say that it is barely usable.

When the distance is extended to more than 2-3 meters, the bioelectric current can no longer maintain its forward direction and will escape in all directions. This made Miss Watson very disappointed. She thought she could play the role of the Thunder King, but she didn't expect that she could only trigger it close to her body. Not to mention compared to Thor, even Miles, the Lightning Man, is many levels better than me.

Fortunately, this thing is deadly enough within its effective range.

Miss Watson picked up the M249 light machine gun and tilted the fire towards the high platform dozens of meters away. After gradually going deeper into the research institute, the resistance has become stronger, and the M2 heavy machine gun has become the enemy's standard defense configuration. She deliberately took a few blows to assess her body's defense in its blackened form. The result this time was more satisfactory to her. A small hole was torn open on the surface of the body, and the deformed warhead was stuck inside. If she puts on the Deathstroke armor again in the future, she will have no problem carrying it for a while.

In order to deal with these foreign objects in her body, she had to use her tentacles to push out the bullets.

To be honest, it kind of hurts.

boom!

After wandering for a moment, a grenade exploded next to him, and the fragments pierced his left eyeball without any bias, and his field of vision was instantly stained with a large dark red. Miss Watson retreated into the bunker and endured the pain to dig out the fragment. The flesh and blood from the wound immediately began to surge. It would take some time to regain her sight. She lay on her side, slightly sticking her right face and FAL automatic rifle out of the bunker, aiming at the enemy with one hand and firing.

Bang bang bang bang bang...Crack!

"grass!"

Before a few shots were fired, an unusual sound came from the receiver. Miss Watson took the gun back and saw a bullet still in the chamber. Her blood pressure suddenly surged and she couldn't help but cursed: "I shouldn't expect the quality of the bullets from those poachers!"

It’s better not to use this magazine.

She thought for a moment and threw away the other magazine filled with poacher ammunition. It's okay to say that jamming can be solved by pulling the bolt again, but if the bullet explodes directly in the chamber, the entire receiver will be damaged. I did take it for granted at the time. When picking up enemy ammunition supplies on the battlefield, I still had to try my best to find good quality.

But there are only 3 magazines left.

After thinking about it, Miss Watson began to remove her weapons. If you want to solve this situation quickly, you'd better use some unconventional means. The heavy machine gun at the end of the passage was still roaring, and its warheads passed over the top, making a piercing scream. But this is not a big problem. The MK19 automatic grenade launcher on the high platform is the most troublesome. This damn thing can fire at least 40 rounds of 40x53mm high-explosive grenades per minute. My left eye is blind because of it. Give.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, there was a brief pause in the sound of gunfire.

Miss Watson jumped up and ran forward.

Just like countless extreme reactions he had done before, the picture slowed down in the one eye, and he stepped hard on the wall with his soles, turning his whole body in the direction of the MK19.

Another grenade hit him.

The fragments from the rapid fire cut off the ends of her hair, but the distance was close enough now. She used her sprint ability in mid-air to crash into the high platform, and kicked away the soldiers who tried to shoot. While her last eye was still there, Miss Watson directly picked up the MK19 automatic grenade launcher and pulled the trigger at the enemy below.

boom! boom! boom! boom!

There were more than a dozen rounds left in the magazine, and Miss Watson emptied them all at once. Explosions echoed from the ceiling like a twilight pendulum, each impact announcing death. Countless bullets flew from all directions, and in just a few seconds, her entire body was completely torn apart. However, the desire to kill was surging crazily. Miss Watson stared at the last heavy machine gun fire point. The next grenade she expected was loaded and fired smoothly, and she drew an arc towards the target.

boom!

An RPG rocket-propelled grenade flew over, and with the shaking movement, it completely cut off the roar of the MK19. Two USS soldiers stuck their heads out in the corner, looked at the high platform that had been blown up by a large amount of smoke, and pressed the communicator to report to the command room: "This is the defense force in the U-3 area! The target has been silenced!"

"Well done, soldier! Stay alert and await support!"

"Help me load it!" The demolitionist turned around and pointed at the ammunition bag, signaling to his teammates. The grenade bombardment just now made his ears a little confused, and he unconsciously increased his volume when he spoke: "That monster may still have the ability to move! To be on the safe side, we'd better hit it again!"

"Are you sure?"

The condition of another soldier's ears was obviously not very optimistic either. He reached for the gas mask clasp on his face and tried to breathe some fresh air: "The superiors have always said they want to catch people alive! How about we wait first?"

"Don't worry about that! You help me first..."

Before the Demoman could finish his words, a dark red tentacle pierced his chest. Another soldier, whose mask was half off, opened his eyes wide. He saw his teammates starting to dissolve, and then he hurriedly picked up his rifle and wanted to attack the black figure in front of him. However, several other tentacles had already wrapped around his body. He screamed and began to struggle, and all the bullets were shot towards the ceiling.

The black shadow soon appeared, resembling a female corpse.

Because the half-buttoned gas mask hung down on his face, his vision was greatly affected. The soldier turned his neck desperately, using an extremely twisted posture to see clearly the general appearance of the mutilated corpse. The other party was similar to the zombies he had seen before: his face was covered in radiation, there was no complete skin on his body, and his limbs were also somewhat mutilated. The female zombie in front of her was even worse. Not only was she missing both arms, but only the upper half of her head was left, connected to her body only by her spine.

This thing can actually move?

Was it because she killed so many teammates?

Under the soldiers' gaze, the female corpse began to change. Countless branches covered the surface of the body like coral reefs, the broken arms began to regenerate, and the broken jaw gradually showed its outline. In just a dozen breaths, a fair-skinned and beautiful woman appeared in front of him. This scene was so beyond recognition that the soldiers looked horrified and even forgot to continue struggling.

"You...what are you..."

Pfft!

Miss Watson regained full control of her tentacles and immediately pierced the soldier's body. Feeling the memory fragments pouring into her mind, she raised her head slightly, stood among the corpses on the ground and opened her new arms. The piercing alarm was still sounding, but no one else on the field could stand up.

According to the information just absorbed, the Umbrella Company headquarters now thinks that the situation is under control and is sending reinforcements. This process will take about a few minutes, so you still have some time to prepare.

But there's another problem.

There were too many attacks this time, and weapons, ammunition and even carrying equipment had been damaged; except for the boots, there was not a single piece of wearable clothing left on the body. I can only say that it's a good thing that I threw away the original weapons in advance and used all the smoke bombs, otherwise the losses would be even more heavy now. Miss Watson had to go through enemy ammunition boxes to stock up before moving on to her next target:

safe house.

Although the possibility of the executives escaping in vehicles has not been ruled out, Miss Watson cannot be sure at the moment. She needs to speed up and get possible new information from subsequent enemies.

Just as he rushed down the stairs, a burst of chaotic footsteps reached his ears.

These reinforcements moved quite quickly.

Stopping quickly, Miss Watson slightly poked her head and saw a group of USS soldiers. She took a deep breath and touched the RPG's trigger safety with her finger.

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"hurry up!"

Behind the safe house, more than twenty people were squeezing out of the narrow door, with large and small bags hanging on their bodies, as if they were preparing to move. This is actually true. After the reinforcement team sent out lost contact, Rupert began to feel lucky that he had ordered the equipment and information to be packed in advance. With a wave of his hand, everyone immediately picked up their bags and ran away.

As for the tech lead...just keep him in the lab.

Anyway, if you can't make it before takeoff, there's nothing you can do.

Dr. Bailey's hands were cuffed and he followed the crowd obediently. The old man now looked dejected. He originally planned to take people to the H-03 area laboratory to extract information, and then quietly escape in a helicopter. However, he did not expect that the security director was very decisive and immediately sent his cronies to arrest the people. . The doctor didn't want to die, so he had no choice but to surrender when facing the gun.

As the passage gate opened, rain mixed with heavy moisture hit our faces, but no one would worry about their clothes at this moment. Everyone stepped on the puddles and started trotting. At the end was the port, and two helicopters were already on standby on the landing platform.