The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

The wheel moved forward a few inches again, and the people present finally reacted. The huge figure remained silent as it pushed the truck over the top of the slope, then slowly turned around and looked down at the crowd below.

Watson certainly did this on purpose.

Well...no one said anything, which was fine.

Under low-light night vision, the shocked expressions of the gang members were clearly visible. In this kind of rainy weather, the ground is covered with mud and water, and a single rotation of the tire can cover a person's body. Watson noticed that the fronts of many people's bodies were covered with mud and water, but the rest were relatively clean, including his two 'roommates'. He guessed in his heart that those people might be senior members. Old people can always find opportunities to be lazy, especially hard work like pushing carts. As long as the boss doesn't keep an eye on it, wouldn't it be nice to leave it all to the newcomers?

He memorized all the faces.

If they are hostile in the future, these people will be the priority targets to kill.

At this moment, from the perspective of the gang members down the slope, the figure of this strong man in armor merged with the moonlight. Those two cold, unscrupulous, and provocative looking eyes made people unable to help but feel chills rising up their backs. The cold icy rain patted his face randomly, and the silence spread bit by bit.

Strange, why did I suddenly remember this lyrics?

Seeing that the atmosphere was about the same, Watson walked down the slope. Along with the deliberate and vigorous footsteps, the armor plates all over the body collided with each other rhythmically, making a heart-shaking sound. The crowd began to disperse to both sides, and Marcel stood alone in the middle of the road, with his only remaining eye half-closed, his gaze meaning unclear.

Snapped!

Watson jumped slightly, and a large amount of muddy water splashed on the bottom of his feet. He stared closely at Marcel's movements, and sure enough, he made the other person's two fingers on his right move. Watson continued to move forward, casting the shadow of his body on the one-eyed man's face: "Is there more?"

"......have."

Marcel put his right hand on his belt and took two steps back naturally. The serious expression quickly twisted in front of Watson's eyes and turned into a smile. This smiling face looked so real, as if the expression just now had never existed: "Yes, of course! I wasn't very familiar with it before." Understand, why did Salazar throw a weirdo here? Now I know, it turns out you are..."

He suddenly reached out and pointed at Watson, and the familiar tone returned again:

"Super American! Hahahahaha..."

After laughing a few times, the one-eyed man turned around and shouted to the gang members on both sides in Albanian. Everyone started to act again and continued to handle the goods in silence. Watson stopped acting anyway, and the cars behind him came one after another, and he did it all by himself. After this whole trip, everyone looked at him differently.

There is a lot of curiosity, defensiveness and suspicion, but not much kindness.

This is exactly what Watson wants.

News from gang members always flows very quickly, and these guys are also good at bragging. By the time he goes into battle with a machine gun, the name "Death Knell" should have spread from their mouths, and it is estimated that it will become more and more outrageous. If you meet any foreign news organizations in the future, you can also find an opportunity to show off.

Of course, you can't be too deliberate.

In just ten minutes, Watson pushed all the vehicles safely over the steep slope. Marcel walked away while cursing, urging everyone to put the supplies back into the car, and then kept urging them to move forward. Now that the convoy has passed the roughest part of the road, the rest of the journey levels off. Except for those unlucky ones who were forced to drive motorcycles, everyone returned to their cars and began to rest. The cold night rain still continued, and people complained for a while, but soon became quiet.

"I'm telling you, there's definitely something weird about that armor of his."

Watching the motorcade start moving again, Watson's unlucky roommate from last night began to whisper to his companion: "I was suspicious last night, why doesn't this person take off his armor when sleeping? This is impossible! Think about it, it's No? The Federals are all like this, they must have used some high technology, the key is that armor!"

"So? Issa, what do you want to say?"

Another roommate subconsciously rubbed his wrist. Ever since it was pinched by that iron palm, it was still so painful that he couldn't use his strength anymore: "I don't want to have anything to do with this federal guy anymore. The person who suffered last night is gone again." It’s not you! I just lay on the bed, I was in so much pain that I didn’t dare to make a sound, I didn’t even dare to turn over!”

"Damn it! Derek, when did you become so timid?"

Seeing his companion's appearance, Issa stretched out his hand and hit him on the left shoulder: "Have you forgotten? We come from the same village and we have to help each other! And when have I ever made mistakes in doing things? Don't you understand me? ? And you didn’t see the look in BOSS’s eyes just now. I can understand that he must also have this suspicion in his heart. The two of us will directly help him confirm the situation. This is the advantage!"

Snapped!

"High-tech armor!"

Issa snapped her fingers and raised her eyebrows.

Have you caused too many troubles?

Derek continued to squeeze his wrist, not intending to say anything. When Isa saw this, he pressed his whole body up, and the unpleasant smell in his mouth hit his nose: "Let's secretly go through the Yankee's box while he's not around. It's such a simple thing, isn't it? Besides, if it doesn’t work, you can still ask Aji to help us cover it!”

"Are you sure Aji is willing to help?"

"Tsk, why are you so rigid? It's the same for us to find others to show off!" Derek was a little tempted. Isa patted him on the shoulder and used the usual routine: "Why are you hesitating? It's settled. , okay? I will observe it for a few days and wait for news."

The whispers of the two men were drowned in the noise of the engine. The motorcade continued to move forward. The bored Watson chose to lie down in the car and stare at the night sky in a daze.

He began to think of countermeasures.

Once the Lannister discovers itself, the men sent over will be cannons and planes. Moreover, because of Daniel's relationship, he also provoked the second-in-command of the Russian Kronos oil industry, the bereaved Yaroslav Martino, who must have made arrangements. But no matter what, the ground troops are okay, at least they can touch it themselves; but those armed flying units are not easy to handle without rocket-propelled grenades or shoulder-fired individual missiles and other targeted weapons.

The realistic operation of the protagonists flying into the air and getting into the plane in the movie is pure nonsense. Although the black light body has strong jumping ability, it can only reach a few tens of meters. The pilots would not be so stupid as to lower the plane to that altitude. And if you use black light tentacles to extend the distance, the probability of catching the opponent can also be greatly improved, but the tentacles are not among the superpowers Watson plans to expose. Besides, this is a mountainous area, not an urban area. How can there be any skyscrapers for me to step on?

Either you can fly a plane yourself and use your physical strength to rush over and engage the opponent with a kamikaze wave; or you can use your marksmanship to the limit and use large-caliber, high-rate weapons to cause damage.

Watson glanced at the ZPU-2 at the head of the team.

No, it's not safe enough. You have to find another way.

After thinking about it, the rain gradually stopped. It was the deepest time of night, and the stars flashed in succession, appearing particularly quiet amidst the roar of car engines. At a certain moment, they seemed to start to move, sliding down one by one in one direction, tracing long pale white arcs like cannonballs...

Breaking wind——————————

boom! ! !

A mortar shell hit the top of the hill, kicking up a large swath of dirt.

It is now the morning of the fourth day after departure.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!"

More than a dozen pickup trucks lined up and rushed towards the hillside ahead. The gang members in the car screamed strangely, raised their weapons and opened fire. After several days of running, the ‘Illyrians’ have successfully crossed the mountains and advanced towards the west of Albania. The hilltop in front of us, as well as the seven or eight old bunkers above, now become the first level that needs to be overcome.

Watson's red pickup truck is located on the right, but even so, the dazzling color scheme is enough to attract firepower. He clutched the Deshka machine gun tightly, his eyes searching for the target on the mountain top. There is a lot of vegetation around these bunkers, and it is not easy to see clearly from this angle. However, scattered firepower has been fired, but fortunately the number is not very large.

Little gang.

"Aggie! Stop!"

A thick roar came into the car. Aji released the accelerator and quickly turned to the pile of rocks next to him and slammed on the brakes. In the past few days, Watson had simple communication with his driver and taught him a few simple English commands. The two of them were now using low piles of rocks as cover, and the distance was close enough for Watson to safely output.

Bang bang! Bang bang bang bang bang! ! !

Watson aimed at the bunker with the strongest firepower on the left side of the hill and began to fire short bursts. He only uses his right hand and short tentacles to control the weapon. As for his free left hand, he holds a pair of binoculars to his eyes. This is Watson's pastime when he is bored. He does not use the sight on the weapon at all, but relies on magnifying the field of view and observing the impact point to adjust the position.

This method has many limitations and is far less efficient than a high-power sight; and a slight shake will seriously affect the accuracy. But now the conditions are quite suitable. The body of the black light virus has been transformed into a machine. The entire right chest muscle and arm holding the weapon are completely fixed, and the shooting angle can be adjusted by bending the legs and moving the waist.

There's no way, why can't this old Deshka be equipped with a high-power lens?

The cement on the surface of the bunker was shattered by the warhead. Watson made a slight adjustment and moved the bullet's impact point into the bunker's shooting window. From this angle, part of the shooter's body could be seen. The bullet accurately hit the opponent's arm, directly tearing it into two pieces. Watson took another dozen rounds and showered the entire narrow window, but there was no more movement in the bunker.

"Aggie! Go!"

With a slight kick on the iron bars of the rear window, the pickup truck immediately drove out from behind the pile of rocks and continued towards the top of the mountain. The attack power of this unknown small gang was not very good. None of the dozens of vehicles in the audience stopped, and the gang members continued to circle around and yell. Now that the sun has completely come out, the wheels are raising large amounts of smoke and dust, which shows an orange-red color under the light...

Like a doomsday sandstorm.