The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

The roar of the engine was getting closer.

There was obviously a commotion in the camp, and many native-born Illyrian Alliance soldiers may have never heard such noise in their entire lives. People kept pushing open the windows and looking towards the sky. Watson had already rushed to Marcel's residence, pushed down several soldiers who wanted to stop him, strode in, and forced the door open with his shoulder: "Enemy attack!"

"what?"

The one-eyed dragon didn't wake up at all. He reached out to grab the pistol on the bedside in a daze, and got angry: "Didn't I tell you? Are you tired of living? How dare you enter my room like this?"

"I saw planes on the horizon, more than one!"

Watson shook the man's shoulders, not caring that there was a woman on the bed screaming: "Hurry up and ask your people to activate the anti-aircraft weapons, we may be attacked soon!"

"airplane?"

Hearing the sound of the death knell, Marcel finally sobered up a little: "The Air Force only has a small inventory, and they are all old guys. The ones who can fly can be counted with two hands. Are they willing to take them out? Are they a liar?"

"How do I know?" Watson deliberately sounded a little frustrated: "Anyway, go out and organize manpower, otherwise we will be finished! Do you have individual missiles? Get me a few!"

"What a shitty individual missile!"

Marcel jumped out of bed and started to put on his shoes. He slapped the screaming woman to shut her up: "How could it be possible? Do you really think we are regular troops? There is something wrong with this. It is impossible for the government troops to send It's coming by plane, even if it needs to be dispatched, it won't be so fast... Heck, I have to go find the boss later, maybe he knows what's going on... Wait, I remember there is actually one! "

"What? Missiles?"

"It's not a missile! Come with me!"

Accompanied by several of Marcel's followers, the two rushed out and ran into a group of panic-looking little leaders. Now most of the people in the camp were woken up and were in a mess. The one-eyed dragon was buttoning up and yelling at his men: "What are you doing to me? Go back and organize a defense! Heavy machine guns! Anti-aircraft machine guns and RPGs! Is this your first day joining the gang? You don't know how to do this? Get out!!"

The roar was getting closer.

Watson tilted his ears and quickly caught a very special movement. Different from the rhythmic roar of a helicopter engine with obvious fluctuations in intensity, this movement is more constant and long-lasting. It quickly breaks away from the sound of the helicopter engine and suddenly approaches at a faster speed. It sounds very much like... ...

fighter.

Such a big battle?

Marcel in the front was in a panic, but Watson in the back followed leisurely. Now the large-caliber weapons in the camp were pointed at the sky, and everyone's attention was not on the ground. After a while, as soon as the aerial bombardment started, he took the opportunity to kill the one-eyed dragon.

However, these alliance soldiers obviously have little experience in air defense operations. Many pickup trucks are blocked in the intersection in a mess, and all of them will be wiped out if an aerial bomb falls. The ZPU-2 anti-aircraft machine gun on the truck also started to move. The two operators looked very nervous, looking at the iron sights and whispering to each other.

During this period of battle, ZPU-2 was not without its power - although they were all ground attacks, the effect was really good. Looking back at the history of human war weapons, there are always some unexpected situations. One typical example is various types of anti-aircraft weapons. I don’t know if it was due to the Germans during World War II. Everyone discovered that the various anti-aircraft machine guns and anti-aircraft guns originally developed for air defense were very useful for bullying ground infantry. Large caliber, high power, high rate of fire, long range, even some light tanks will be completely torn apart by these dense shells.

Because it is simple, crude and effective, this usage is not outdated even in the 21st century. In some cases, they are even more popular than specially designed anti-vehicle weapons.

"Get out of here! Get the hell out of here!"

The one-eyed dragon cursed as he ran: "Are you gathering here to seek death? Are you still drunk? A bunch of trash!"

I remember there was a store on the street in front. The owner and his family ran out last night. Watson listened to the whistling sound getting closer and closer, and began to move the knots inside the armor.

boom----

A fighter jet passed high in the sky overhead, and the sound of breaking wind was as loud as thunder. The thick, round, iconic nose that seemed to have been cut off reflected in Watson's eyes. He frowned and observed the sharp-edged wing shape at the edge, and then quickly caught up with Marcel in front of him. : "If I read it correctly, it should be a MIG-19."

"@#%&**& (Albanian swear word)!" The man cursed for a while, and then quickened his pace: "It must have taken off from the capital air base, but what do the government forces expect an airplane to do? Is it possible that they still Sending ground combat troops here? This is absolutely impossible! Our informants in the capital have not received any news at all!"

"Coming!! Coming!!!! Fire!!"

"Quick, quick, quick!! Fire!!"

Panic howls suddenly spread quickly. After the fighter jets flew over, the roar of helicopter engines almost surrounded the entire Illyrian Alliance camp. With a flash of lightning, the surrounding heavy machine gunners all opened fire. Watson even suspected that they did not see the target at all and were just venting their fear.

But the situation changed in a second.

boom! ! ! !

Amid the tremors, the ground suddenly shook. From where Watson is now, he can't see anything in the sky. The sound of gunfire grew louder and louder, and was soon overtaken by roars from the sky. The cold morning wind carried the rain and whipped his whole body like a tornado. The corners of Marcel's clothes were completely lifted up by the air current.

Finally, shadows fell over the ground.

The ferocious-faced steel beast appeared in the sky, tearing apart the sunlight; accompanied by the low, thick and angry roar of the engine, the rocket nest mounted under the short wings looked very ferocious, full of the aura of death. The next second, the fire lit up from the rear of the Hind helicopter, and then there was another loud noise, and the second Hind flew over.

boom! ! ! !

There was another explosion, this time very close, and the invisible shock wave caused Marcel in front to freeze. He staggered and almost fell. He had to put his hands on the ground and take a few breaths before he stumbled up and continued trotting. Watson kept paying attention to the movement above his head. The roar of fighter jets was already far away, but the volume gradually became stable, and the direction of the sound waves kept changing.

It sounded like the plane was turning around.

Gradually, the roar became louder again. By coincidence, the direction was towards Watson.

"Damn it! Hide!!"

Marcel cursed angrily and ran towards the building next to him with his followers. This location is close to the edge of the camp, and there is no telling what the one-eyed dragon is hiding. But Watson didn't intend to know, or he would know right away, because the opportunity to do it came. He could clearly see the two aerial bombs under the belly of the MIG-19, and the explosions coming later would definitely be loud. Sure enough, the whistling sound quickly faded away after reaching a certain peak, and a burst of explosions immediately hit everyone's ears.

A strong wind blew against my face, accompanied by billowing smoke and dust. Several small buildings nearby seemed to have been shaken by an earthquake, with conspicuous plaster shaking off the surface. Some temporary sheds and stalls on the roadside collapsed directly, making a rumble. Watson slipped through the door and began to observe the number of targets before him. Cyclops has more than twenty followers, but he usually only takes about 10 people with him when he goes out, which is enough for three cars.

"Ah...my ears..."

The two people at the entrance of the passage kept shaking their heads, but after seeing it was the death knell, they didn't care anymore.

Crack~Zila! ! !

After the distance was shortened, tentacles filled with bioelectricity popped out and slapped the soldier's neck. The two men's bodies trembled and they fell straight down. Watson grabbed one in each hand and dragged the two human bodies towards the inner hall: "Marcel!"

"what?"

One-Eyed Dragon huddled in the inner hall with the remaining followers, and was startled when Deathstroke walked in: "What happened to them?"

"Maybe he was knocked unconscious. Where should I put him?"

"(Albanian) You guys! Go and help him!" the man howled, and the four soldiers stood up and approached Watson. When the distance between the two parties got closer, Marcel took advantage of the fact that Marcel's view was blocked by the human body, and he repeated his old trick, knocking the person down again with a few electric tentacles. Now there were only three active soldiers left on the field. Watson no longer tried to hide it, rushed forward and grabbed Marcel's neck.

"Well!!!!"

The man's one eye widened, but he saw that his men were killed by several tentacles with electric arcs, and they could not even make a sound. He finally realized that maybe there was nothing magical about Deathstroke's armor, and the person in the armor was the one who truly had superpowers. But how could this be possible?

The increasingly strong sense of suffocation left him no time to think too much. Marcel instinctively reached out to touch the machete, but Watson did not give him a chance to breathe again. A tentacle oozing with golden liquid stretched out from in front of him. It went straight into the man's mouth.

"This gift is my thanks to you."

The thick, hoarse tone in the black helmet was no longer the same, but instead became much lighter, like the voices of those young soldiers. A large amount of red blood quickly occupied the field of vision, and Marcel's eyes began to shed bloody tears, and then his whole body swayed, and he continued to twitch while being carried by Watson. After about half a minute, the man finally calmed down...

But he has become a black light servant.

【go ahead! 】

An ultrasonic wave was emitted from Watson's throat, and the zombie-looking Marcel in front of him began to move forward. The Blacklight Virus has fully absorbed the advantages of NE-a and Plaka Parasite. Compared with ordinary zombies, the coordination of movements of the Blacklight human servants is obviously much more natural. Just like Majini, the improved Plaka parasite infector in "Resident Evil 5", it can run, jump and crawl, and can also use weapons and tools such as crossbows.

Speaking of weapons…

Withdrawing from the death knell armor, Watson called out to Marcel to stop, then dismantled the heavy armor into several parts and installed them on his temporary black light servant one by one. Fortunately, with the help of the tentacles, it took two minutes for a complete "Mr. Deathstroke" to appear in front of Watson.

【hold】

The PKM machine gun was handed to him. Marcel did not hesitate. Following his years of experience in using weapons, he grasped the handguard and the grip with both hands. His posture was quite standard.

Great, you will be Mr. Deathstroke today.

Watson felt a little worried about his weapon. After all, this substitute was used to attract the attention of the Lannister International. If he was unlucky, it might be gone after a few cannonballs. Although the black light servant was intelligent enough to use weapons, he did not expect this guy's accuracy to be very good. Time is urgent now, and I can only wait until after contacting the enemy before conducting a simple test.

By the way... is this guy so stupid that he can't even change the magazine?

Forget it, wait a minute, I have to clean up this room of corpses.