The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"60."

"Huh? Say it again?"

"I said 60, miss. You can't find another supplier here who is willing to buy this helicopter." The strong black man with his arms folded spoke plausibly, reached out to take off the homemade cigarette, and looked unscrupulously at the woman in front of him. His chest moved: "Of course, for a beautiful woman like you, I don't mind paying more, as long as you are willing..."

The man's expression began to become lewd.

Miss Watson was silent for a few seconds and returned to the Bell-412 helicopter she had snatched.

"My people have checked. There is only this little fuel left. The helicopter can't fly too far!" The businessman followed closely and stuffed the cigarette back into his mouth: "Think about it! Beauty, we are all legitimate. Business, I say you can get as much as you want, I will never lie to you! Hahahaha..."

drop!

He keenly caught the strange noise and couldn't help but stop laughing: "Wait, what are you doing?"

"Oh, I set off the time bomb."

The woman in front of me turned around with a calm face: "I have the right to dispose of my belongings. Since you don't accept the offer, it's better to blow up the helicopter. After all, I really don't intend to take it away. But believe it or not , I won’t have any loss anyway, of course... this shouldn’t be a loss for you, right?”

You really stole this plane! ?

The businessman's eyes widened, but Miss Watson had already walked away from him: "If I were you, run farther away. If you think you can defuse the bomb, you can try it. I can't guarantee the consequences."

"and many more!"

The sound of beeping sounded like a reminder, and the businessman hurriedly caught up with him: "There's no need for this! Miss, we can talk about it again. The price is easy to talk about. We can talk about anything!"

"Okay."

After taking a few glances at the armed guards around her, Miss Watson directly touched the holster of her gun in front of the strong black man: "The bomb will be triggered in three minutes. My price remains unchanged. You have to hurry up and consider it." But there is another way... If you don’t plan to do business well, then just kill me and you can get this plane for free."

Looking at the man who didn't even hold his cigarette in his mouth, she smiled and said, "Do you want to think about it?"

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Meanwhile, the Commonwealth, Colorado.

Boom! ! ! !

Orange-red light pierced the sky, and a giant mushroom cloud slowly rose into the night sky. The shock wave swept away everything from the origin. In the temporary observation station, everyone hid behind the bunker and felt the terrifying power of this human creation. Several young soldiers took off their helmets and rubbed the backs of their heads with their palms to stop their bodies from shaking. After nearly half a year of cleanup and search and rescue, today, the Raccoon City tragedy finally came to an end and turned into dust.

Brigadier General Thaddeus Ross sat upright against the wall, twirling his military cap on his fingers without even being affected. He stared at the wall in front of him in a daze until it was completely quiet outside, then he got up and left first. Walking down the dark passage, we finally arrived at the exit a few minutes later and got on a military Humvee in the center of the convoy.

"Seriously, there's really no need for us to come here in person."

There was a fat man lying on the back seat of the Hummer. He looked very decent in a light gray handmade plaid suit, but this could not block his protruding beer belly, nor could it cover up the strong body odor. General Ross didn't care. He took off his military hat and told the soldier in the front seat: "Drive."

"Hey!"

Seeing that his question was ignored, the fat man was very unhappy: "Brigadier General, we will work together for a long time in the future. Whether you like it or not, I should get basic respect! Don't forget who helped me." You drove away those reporters! And the last time the Reapers attacked, it was us..."

"enough!"

Seeing that the other party was talking more and more, General Ross glared at him: "The fact that you are still sitting here is enough to express my attitude. If you still have any objections, go and talk to my commander."

The car suddenly fell into silence. Although the driver and adjutant in the front seat looked calm, as if nothing had happened, the scene seemed like a silent mockery, which made the fat man even more angry. The road was not stable to begin with, and his whole body looked like a lump of fat meat bought at the vegetable market, which stretched out into a round bag and shook constantly with the shaking of the vehicle.

General Ross continued to stare straight.

Brainless fool!

The curse words rushed in his throat and were finally suppressed. The fat man felt some regret in his heart. Most soldiers had such a hard temper and they should have been more patient. And compared to Brigadier General Ross, he is the one who can be replaced at any time. He started to think about how to improve this relationship.

There is always a way...

By the way, doesn’t this guy have a daughter?

Just then, a bell suddenly rang. The fat man was relieved and immediately put his hand into his pocket and took out the heavy satellite phone: "Uh... Oh, um, hello! It's me."

"We have found the source of the information, Director Julian."

"What? Okay! Okay!"

Fatty Julian moved his buttocks and glanced at the seat next to him with his little eyes. This good news swept away the bad mood just now, and he even felt that the air was a little fresher. When the Raccoon City crisis broke out, the main attitude within the federal government was to cover up the news. The army can be sent to save people, but there is no need to make the whole world aware of what happens to one's family.

This is the version Julian was told.

However, as long as they have been around this system for a long enough time, most people will be able to see some clues, especially the Federation's consistent way of doing things. Deadly viruses, body modification, inhumane experiments and biochemical weapons, Fatty didn't believe it if the military had nothing to do with the Umbrella Group. Come to think of it, of course Julian still has to obey the interest groups behind him. Furthermore, opportunities to work for the federal government don’t come around very often, and people rush to do them.

As a result, the early planning was executed extremely well.

Then it was ruined by a series of mysterious revelations.

A guy, maybe an organization, appeared out of nowhere and posted a lot of information online, all about the illegal activities of the Umbrella Group. These documents, videos, and pictures are clear and complete, and many of them are related to each other; and the other party obviously has a well-thought-out plan and has set up multiple flashpoints around the world. Coupled with the fact that some Raccoon City survivors gathered together to speak out, the violent news spread so quickly that it accelerated the collapse of the Umbrella Company and forced federal spokespersons to express their stance in advance.

"Send the information to my email immediately!"

Julian's voice became louder. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If he could catch the whistleblower and find more experimental results of the umbrella company, it would be a great achievement!

"It has been sent to you, sir." The subordinate on the other end of the phone sounded a little hesitant: "But to be honest, Director Julian, I think this matter may not be that simple, because the location of the information source is somewhat... trouble."

"Trouble? What do you mean? Where is that place?"

"...Gotham."

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January 1998, 1, Dagenham, East London, British Isles.

Miss Watson drove the pickup truck onto the dilapidated town road.

Unlike downtown London on the other side of the Thames, there is an industrial atmosphere here. Dagenham once had the largest car factory in Europe, but Miss Watson knew that in a dozen years it would be rated as the worst place to live in London. Just like Detroit, the former "Car City" of the Federation, after its glory days, only desolation remains, with crime rates soaring and thieves everywhere.

Gala...

The heavy iron door of the warehouse was opened, and a pile of dilapidated iron frames first came into view. Sunlight fell from the skylight, illuminating the rust and dust that had been swept up by the fresh air. Miss Watson lifted her feet and walked slowly through the pile of car wheels. This place must not have been visited for a long time. There were leaves and metal plates everywhere on the ground, which made a rattling sound when stepped on. It reminded her of the abandoned factory in "Fallout 4" that had been abandoned for more than a century. There was rust everywhere. taste.

Some safe house is underground.

The cellar entrance on the west side of the warehouse is hidden behind a row of iron frames, but it is a trap. As long as it is pulled open, the bomb will be triggered. Miss Watson rummaged for a while and finally found the trap door under a nearby worn-out metal plate. After continuing to dismantle several more traps, she finally reached her destination. It was an ordinary basement, no different from the one the Wolfpack lived in in Le Havre.

Mrs. Viper was born in Central Europe. During her early days as a mercenary, she had given full play to her cunning nature and began to build 'caves' across Europe, and Dagenham was one of them. Different from the luxurious and enjoyable lifestyle of New York safe houses, this early safe house had a simpler purpose. Except for tables, chairs, camp beds, and a few boxes, there was no other furniture at all.

The thick dust indicates that this place has been lonely for a long time.

Even the lighting system failed.

Fortunately, the ventilation is still normal...

This wasn't a problem for Miss Watson, but she still had to take off her top, turn on the tap, and do some cleaning with a dozen tentacles. For the sake of women's clothing, I had never been so patient in doing housework in my previous life. Not counting the weapons and ammunition, the most expensive location in the basement is undoubtedly the bathroom, which has ceramic floors, a toilet, a carved shower head and a large bathtub. This is probably the last sign of Mrs. Viper's stubbornness. No matter how poor you are, you still have to have a sense of ritual when taking a bath.

Hey, woman.

After taking a comfortable cold bath, Miss Watson began to pack the things she had brought. Umbrella's arsenal is indeed very rich, with all kinds of long guns and short cannons. She couldn't take them all away, so she could only take a few expensive rifles, a small amount of heavy firearms and an MK19 automatic grenade launcher.

But of course the more important thing is money.

The entire Umbrella African base was looted by Miss Watson, and a large box was filled with gold nuggets alone. In addition, more funds came from online accounts, but these were kept in Dr. Bailey's memory. Miss Watson plans to enter London in two days, and there should be someone in the mercenary branch who can handle these things.

By the way, there is also the St. Dumas Church.

She suddenly remembered that there was still an unfinished deal between herself and Ms. Death, that chuunibyou.