The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Mrs. Viper, who was in the United States, looked uncertain, and Baron Strucker, who was in Germany, was also muttering in his heart.

Why has she been gone for so long?

Was there an emergency?

Could it be that the spy I planted in her company was discovered?

Just as he was thinking about it, Mrs. Viper's face reappeared in front of the call screen. Baron Strucker remained calm, still maintaining a majestic look with his head tilted slightly and his chin resting on his right hand.

"What? Ophelia, you seem to be very busy today?" The two sides were silent for a few seconds before Baron Strucker decided to take the initiative.

"Nothing, it's just a matter of business. You also know that I run a company now. By the way, where did we talk just now?" Mrs. Viper also remained calm, using her negotiating skills to regain control of the topic. Bring it back.

"Oh, of course, you mentioned that you want to establish a secret transportation channel for biochemical experimental bodies connecting the two places. I think it is very feasible in theory and can concentrate the superior resources we have at hand, but there are still a few problems. First of all ..." Baron Strucker also began to enter the state quickly.

The two began to continue the previous topic, tacitly pretending that the phone call just now did not exist.

However, there is still little progress in this cooperation negotiation, mainly due to the deadlock between the two parties on the issue of benefit distribution.

"That's it for today, Straker." Without getting the result she wanted, and without getting any clues from the other person's expression or conversation, Mrs. Viper decided to end today's conversation. But after being depressed for a long time, she finally decided to test him out a little.

"I really admire your patience and observation, Straker."

"Oh? What are you referring to?" Baron Strucker was alert. He was about to come. Was she going to talk about the phone call just now? If it was really the spy I sent who was discovered, I would definitely not admit it.

This old fox, waiting for me to take the initiative to tell the truth, and then laugh at me? I just don’t know if the spy I planted with you has been discovered. I’ll have to confirm it later... But since you are pretending to be stupid, I will pretend to be stupid too. Mrs. Viper talked for a long time, wasting a lot of words, but in her heart she felt a lot of resentment towards the indifferent Baron Strucker.

She decided to stop this little temptation and fight back.

"You know what I'm talking about. In this case, I'll hang up now and see you next time." After saying that, Mrs. Viper pressed the button to end the call.

Baron Strucker looked at the darkened screen and finally frowned. Are you trying to trick me? He raised his brows and sneered.

Mrs. Viper on the other side of the screen started to sneer almost at the same time.

Immortal.

Immortal.

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Lady Viper and Baron Strucker began to busy confirming the status of the spies they had planted in the other side's camp, but no one expected that the spies and counter-espionage personnel originally deployed just to confirm the status would eventually encounter and break out through various secret channels. conflict. It has to be said that not only does one family not enter the same house, but even the methods of secretly sending people are so similar.

The most important thing is that both sides really caught a lot of spies from the other side.

Nothing to say now.

Cooperation negotiations?

Nonsense, let’s catch the spies you sent first.

The more you catch, the greater your negotiating leverage may be.

Both sides were so busy that the truth about the attack slowly became less important.

Watson's goal had been achieved, and unbeknownst to him, his plan had unexpected results. He originally just wanted Mrs. Viper to mistakenly think that Baron Strucker had discovered her plan to kidnap 'Miss Watson', but now the whole pool has been completely muddied, and the two sides are secretly fighting each other.

No matter what, Mrs. Viper will not continue to send people to Heidelberg to cause trouble easily. Even if Watson completely loses her trace, her biggest target of suspicion is still Baron Strucker, who also has the same motive to capture Watson, rather than the Heinzwafen family who runs a logistics company. After all, it is just a step taken by Mrs. Viper. Just chess.

The really important chess pieces are the managers placed in the opponent's base camp in Bavaria, Germany. They suffered heavy losses in the turmoil caused by this mistake, which made Mrs. Viper heartbroken.

But Watson himself had no way of knowing what was going on behind the scenes. The only thing he was sure of was that he had poured dirty water on Baron Strucker. As for whether Mrs. Viper believed it or not, and how much she believed, Watson was not sure.

All he knew was that Mrs. Viper was still alive and that he was still at risk of being exposed. The best solution is to find a way to destroy Mrs. Viper, use her territory as a piece of fat to attract other Hydra leaders to compete for her, and then hide herself completely.

This operation bought him some time. Watson planned to go back to convince Lady Marina first, then go to New York to find Howard Stark for support, and finally find a way to deal with the problem of Lady Viper.

He would not be confident enough to break into Madam Viper's base camp in Laiken City alone.

I've done enough things today, I need to take a break. Watson thought, and went all the way back to the roof of the building where he usually stayed in downtown Heidelberg.

As night fell, Watson's mood gradually calmed down as he admired the dim yellow streets illuminated by street lights from the rooftop. He suddenly realized that the series of things he had done during this period seemed to be in a state of "being manipulated".

At first, he just wanted to pay homage to Granny Leia, but his identity was exposed and he lured out Hydra. Then he killed the men sent by the Hydra branch. Now he still has to think of a plan to target the opponent's base camp and prepare to kill her. Her "whole family" was killed.

It's not that I think it's inappropriate or anything. After all, fighting means you kill me and I kill you. Watson has already made up his mind.

But this kind of situation where hitting the small one attracts the big one, and hitting the big one brings the old one. On the surface it looks like they are all taking the initiative, but looking at it from another angle...

It's like being manipulated by fate.

Do I really need to do this?

Putting aside whether I can do it or not, even if I succeed in destroying Mrs. Viper, how will all this change? Even if I successfully hide myself for thirty, fifty, or one hundred years, what if one day my identity is exposed again?

Can a solid backer help me avoid these problems? Who is my strongest supporter? That ancient mage who has long since no longer wanted to live? Do I have to be like the protagonists in those novels, rising from the grassroots to a world leader, so that I can protect myself?

Do I have to get to that point to be able to escape my fate?

Now I kill people and set fires without mercy, and I may become even less human in the future, but what did I want in the first place?

That's right, I want to be a salty fish and let the superheroes do the work of saving the world and fighting bad guys. I just want to drink and wait to die and be a useless house.

I had no idea of ​​starting a career, let alone becoming a superhero. Even though I have died once and traveled back in time, what I long for most in my heart is still the carefree life of playing games, eating, drinking and shopping every day in the abandoned house.

It's lonely, ordinary, and a little bit happy.

But ever since I tried to protect Granny Leah and wanted to use that bomb to change Steve's fate, everything changed unconsciously. I was forced to promise that woman Gu Yi that I would cultivate local superheroes, solve the problems caused by "outsiders", and help her understand the situation of the world again.

I could have stood by and watched all this happen, but instead I interfered with their original fate.

So now this has become my destiny.

Watson looked at his long and slender arms, which contained terrifying power that could break an adult's chest. But at this moment, Watson even longs for being an ordinary person and living an ordinary life day after day like he did in his previous life. He missed the peaceful country and the unparalleled sense of security.

But in this world, perhaps no one can give himself this feeling anymore.

In this world, there is no supporter who can allow me to be an ordinary person with peace of mind.

No more.

Watson shook his head, throwing out of his head these melancholy thoughts that might never be answered for a while. The sadness of ordinary people may be that troubles are troubles and confusions are confusions, but life still has to go on, and the next step still has to be done.

He jumped onto the railing at the edge of the roof and jumped down.

It's time for a showdown with Lady Marina.

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"So...you all already know?"

In Nottingham's Mori Manor villa, all irrelevant personnel were "leaved" out, leaving only four people, Watson, Michela, Mrs. Marina and old Mrs. Euphemia, sitting facing each other in the living room. Mrs. Marina digested the information Watson had just revealed, and then asked with a look of astonishment.

Watson and Michela looked at each other and nodded.

"Besides, weren't you two... dating before?"

nod.

"You...I..." Mrs. Marina held her chest with one hand and touched her lowered forehead with one hand, remaining silent for a long time.

"Well, I am a retired old woman who has not cared about things for a few years, but the situation now seems to be the same as when I was young. It is still the same method of killing, surveillance and coercion, they always work." Euphemia The old lady sighed heavily, stood up tremblingly and bowed to Watson: "I'm really sorry, Mr. Watson, my daughter has done something unforgivable, no matter what her reasons are. Motive, this is an act of repaying kindness with hatred."

"Mom, can you tell me frankly, what exactly have you been involved in in the past six months?" Michela still had an expressionless face at this time.

"Mrs. Viper has been collecting experimental subjects in Germany. The situation has been chaotic since the Berlin Wall was torn down, but there are also many opportunities for development. Our company has successfully started, but it attracted her attention, so she found six months ago Fuck me..." Mrs. Marina covered her face with her hands: "Many people were secretly kidnapped, briefly processed, and then transported to her experimental base in the United States through my channels."

"So the cerebrospinal fluid on your hands is..." Before Michela could finish her words, she saw her mother crying bitterly: "I moved many people myself! I can't let too many people move. There are many people involved in this matter. I know that everything I have done will make me go to hell, so I can bear it alone..."

"Those people..." Mrs. Marina's voice became hoarse: "I pushed them one by one to the container, and they kept begging for mercy. I can think of it every night when I go to sleep... But I... wuwuwuwu... "Finally got a chance to talk to someone, Mrs. Marina cried louder and louder.

"Sorry……"

She could say no more.

"Okay...Mrs. Marina." Watson had no intention of comforting the other person at this moment. He was not a Holy Mother. He couldn't see others being forced to harm him and then sympathize with others when he turned around.

"After all, this matter has not been done, and I have taken a lot of preventive measures in advance. I also understand your motives. But this matter still needs to be solved after all, so I hope you can calm down your emotions and listen. my thoughts."

Watson picked up the tea cup and took a sip. After waiting for a few minutes, seeing that Mrs. Marina's mood had finally stabilized a lot, he continued.

"The most important thing is what I said at the beginning, is it possible to go to New York to participate in the Stark Industry Expo?"

"This... is no problem, Mr. Watson. It's just that Mrs. Viper has other informants in my company. You were discovered in this way before. If you continue to arrange this matter, I'm afraid this action will not be hidden from them." Mrs. Marina's eyes were red and she spoke with a thick nasal voice.

"I can get rid of them, do you know their specific identities?" Watson said.

"I don't know, but I have suspicions." To be able to turn the company into a nationally famous brand, Mrs. Marina still has the basic logical ability. Her emotions gradually calmed down, and she slowly resumed her thinking: "Generally, if a special task is issued directly from me, only a few people will be able to access multiple links..."

Then this will be easier to handle. Watson nodded: "Tell me the information about these people and I will confirm it for you. However, my method may be a little... drastic, but considering the special situation, I believe you all can understand." He was not going to ask Mrs. Marina to engage in any routine where the female president interviews employees, he was going to come directly to "visit" her.

Simple, direct, fast and effective.

Mrs. Marina didn't say anything more. She took a pen and paper and wrote down several people's names and information one after another.

Watson put the paper away and stood up to say goodbye: "Let's leave it like this for now. It will be good for both of us to resolve this matter quickly."

"Thank you! Mr. Watson..." Mrs. Marina and Mrs. Euphemia stood up. At this point, they didn't know that Watson no longer planned to hold them accountable. .

At the gate of the villa, Watson turned to look at Michela who was following him step by step.

"Did you feel a little stuck just now?"

"Ah."

Michela looked into Watson's eyes: "Thank you for deciding not to hold my mother responsible." Watson shook his head: "Speaking of which, I should thank you. If it weren't for your reminder, I might never have discovered this. has a problem."

Hearing Watson's words, Michelle stroked the golden hair beside her ear with her right hand, and her dress with simple decoration danced gently in the breeze. Her indifferent princess temperament returned: "If you want to torture information this time If so, you can ask me for help, I think I still have a little bit of...research on this aspect."

"It's a pity that you don't tell cold jokes, Michela. I think what you just said is completely inconsistent with your appearance." Watson stared at him for a long time.

I think you are the only one who is not qualified to say such things... Michela looked at Watson, who was still wearing beautiful women's clothes at this moment, and thought to herself.

The two said goodbye to each other and experienced "dating" and "breaking up" in just over ten days. Now the relationship seems to have returned to its original point.

Watson, who walked about ten meters, looked out of the corner of his eye and saw that Michela was no longer at the gate. You know clearly that you are just pretending, so why are you starting to worry about gains and losses now? Watson laughed at himself, hehe, man.

Without looking back, Miss Watson raised the small umbrella on her shoulders and walked away with cat steps.

In the crack of the window on the side of the villa's entrance, Michela watched Watson's leaving figure quietly, with still no expression on her face.

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Late that night, Gaston, the general manager of the transportation channel of Pullman Logistics Company, was pulled out of bed by someone.

Wearing the full-coverage black tights, Watson put the dagger against the opponent's neck and began a line he had said several times: "Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on that woman Marina Heinzwafen? You How did we do it? All our plans were exposed!"

According to the list given by Mrs. Marina, Watson "visited" a total of 4 people tonight. Two of them looked confused no matter what he asked, and one of them cried and said that he was leaking information to another logistics company. , and the last one left is Mr. Gaston.

Then under Watson's "jumping off a building" torture method, he confessed.

Next is Michela's turn.

......

"I'm actually a little curious, what were you thinking when you were doing this?" Watson looked at Michelle. She was wearing a butcher-like black leather coat at the moment, and her hooded face was still tightly covered. Wearing a gas mask and wiping the bloody scalpel with graceful movements, he looked like a murderous villain in a horror movie.

"Prying out the information from his mouth, I don't want anything else." Michela picked up the disinfectant spray and started cleaning her gloves: "Do you think he has anything to hide?"

"Do you think it's possible? He even confessed that he wet the bed when he was eighteen years old...and now he has..." Watson rolled his eyes and tried his best to forget what he had just said. See things.

The two fell into a brief silence.

"Do you think I'm a bit..." Michela took off her gas mask, revealing her beautiful face: "Pervert?"

"As if I'm not." Watson shook his head. Seeing that Michela still didn't speak, he thought for a moment and asked proactively: "Have you killed anyone before?"

"A few years ago... I encountered a group of gangsters alone. I originally wanted them to lose the ability to resist, but a few people hit me on the head with sticks, so I lost control..." Michelle said calmly. He turned the scalpel over in his hand: "After that day, I had nightmares for several months, and then I slowly forgot about them."

As she spoke, she stopped turning the knife and turned her head to look at Watson: "Until today."

"I don't want to say anything high-sounding, Michela. Killing is killing, no matter what the reason, it may be worth regretting, but it is usually not worth showing off." Watson looked at Michela's blue eyes: " Maybe we are all part of the same darkness now."

After that, he shrugged: "Let's not talk about this anymore."

Under Michela's surprised gaze, Watson said sheepishly: "Can you teach me how to use those knives?"