The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Watson had just climbed up from the rubble when he saw the man injecting an injection into his knee.

One-on-one and spraying medicine?

Your behavior will be condemned by your opponents in "Dark Souls"!

The sharp blade in his hand was bleeding, indicating that the attack just now was not ineffective. Watson charged forward again, raised his Nepalese saber high, and struck straight at the head of the leather-clad man. This action was easy to predict. The man shrunk his waist and used his black shield to deflect the blade. However, the death knell passed by immediately, and the two of them were now almost back to back.

The next second, Watson grabbed the man's clothes at his waist and spun around to throw him out.

The wall behind him cracked.

This small building is not large and has few load-bearing wall columns. If it is demolished a few times, it may collapse in two minutes. But Watson just wanted a quick victory at the moment. He kicked off his feet and threw his whole body half-tilted backwards. The strong man in leather clothes had already stood up, blowing his beard with a violent snort, and held the black shield in front of him.

Bang————!

The heavy impact made it impossible for his legs to support him any longer, and the man fell to his knees half on the ground. Deathstroke showed strength that he had never seen before. He felt like he was facing a car rushing towards him at full speed, but then the opponent's second blow came. This time the floor beneath their feet collapsed and the two fell from the second floor to the first floor.

Before the strong man in leather clothes could recover from his imbalance, Watson punched him in the head.

The battle is over.

Watson retained his strength for the last time. Now that there is a risk of coma when swallowing his opponent, he planned to clear out the soldiers outside first, and then follow what Deadshot did that time and find a hidden corner to complete the task.

Taking off the man's mask, Watson saw a face that had appeared in Marvel's "Black Widow" movie: "Red Guardian" Alexei Aranovich Shostakov. However, compared to the image of a greasy middle-aged man with a beard, fat belly and semi-bald head in the movie, the Alexei in front of him is obviously much younger and has a strong figure.

After all, he had only been in prison for a few years.

So how did this guy escape? Could it be that the second-in-command of Kronos Petroleum Industry, Yaroslav Martino, who has great hands and eyes, has connections with General Ivan Dreykov, the leader of Leviathan? This is very possible. As the Russian version of "Hydra", Leviathan must gather a group of capitalists behind it. Otherwise, where will the money and resources come from to carry out operations all over the world? Despite what they have said, apart from the group of black widows, Leviathan doesn't seem to have much left to offer.

But the problem is that Red Guard Alexei has a grudge against Dreykov.

The kind where good comrades turn against each other.

After the disintegration of the Soviet Union in 1991, Alexei continued to fight for national interests as a spy for a period of time, such as the 1995 Federal Northern Research Institute incident in the "Black Widow" movie. But soon after returning home, he was imprisoned by General Drekov on excuses for criticizing the new government and a series of other actions.

How many benefits did Yaroslav give before General Ivan was willing to lend the Red Guard?

Watson picked up the black shield on the ground and scraped it hard on the surface with his iron fingers. The temporary layer of black paint was scratched away, revealing half a mottled red star. At this moment, his keen hearing captured the whistling sound in the distance, which was the sound of multiple artillery shells piercing the air. Without any time to think, Watson jumped up on the spot and climbed up to the hole in the ceiling above his head.

boom! ! ! ! !

The next moment the ground shook, all senses were completely obscured by the explosions and fire, and Watson lost his hearing in an instant. He didn't know what the surface of his body looked like now. He could only cover his head, which was nearly knocked unconscious by the shock wave, and try to stay conscious during this bombing. Watson also tried to move toward the edge to escape from the building, but the shaking under his feet did not stop. With another explosion, everything around him collapsed completely.

......

"The target building has been destroyed, and the β team is completed."

The Lannister Beta Squad demolition man snorted vigorously, trying to clear his nose of the dust he had inhaled. The impact of this round of artillery shells was very significant. A large area of ​​buildings in front of them were flattened, and the cost was smoke and dust flying all over the sky. This scene was comparable to a large smoke bomb, and it would be impossible to see clearly for at least a moment and a half.

"Received, pay attention to identify living targets." Levin's voice came from the earphones: "It is not yet certain whether the death knell is dead or alive. Please be more vigilant and hold on. The main force will arrive at the scene in two minutes."

"clear."

The Demoman stood up and waved to his teammates: "Let's go, guys, we must set up sentries around the target point to prevent Deathstroke from escaping by chance."

Boom——!

The rain continued unabated in the sky, and after two thunders, there was another strong wind. The cold wave swept across, and several soldiers shivered, complained a few words in Russian, and left under the eaves somewhat reluctantly. According to the news from the frontal troops, the Illyrian Alliance has been completely dismantled. Now the alliance leader Figueroa has been killed by artillery fire, and the remaining remnants are not worth mentioning at all.

At this point, the mission can be said to have entered the final stage.

In fact, the current situation is already extreme. Although the Hind armed helicopters can hover over the war zone and provide fire support for a longer period of time than fighter jets, the battle has been going on for so long, their ammunition and fuel are close to critical points, and they will soon have to return home. Without air support by then, it would not be impossible for Deathstroke to run away.

Of course, no one believed that he could survive such a bombing.

Didn’t you see the “fake death knell” with his armor blown to pieces? This is a picture taken by a Hind helicopter. The position that was bombed by rockets is already a mound with a deep furrow.

"Nothing unusual."

"Copy that, continue to observe, over."

The boots stepped on the soft mud. This area was very uneven. After the artillery bombardment just now, it was now filled with large and small puddles, which caused great difficulties for the soldiers' march. In just over a minute, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the water curtain in the sky almost melted into one color.

boom--!

There was a loud thunder.

The blaster walked in the center of the team with a gun in his hand. The uneasiness in his heart lingered. He walked out for more than ten meters, one foot deep and one foot shallow. He couldn't help but call his teammates in the other direction again: "Royce, call Wrench. Please reply when you receive it!”

No one responded.

"Wrench? Please reply if you receive it!"

"Wrench?! Roadblock? Do you hear me?"

Several soldiers around him also stopped, each raised their weapons and looked around. The demolition man immediately dialed Commander Levin's communication: "Sir, someone of us has lost contact! I'm not sure what the reason was. Deathstroke may... .”

Bang bang bang! ! ! !

Before he finished speaking, a huge black figure crashed through the right wall and opened fire with an AKM automatic rifle. Royce reacted quickly and immediately rushed towards the small building on the left. Fortunately, the opponent's priority target was not him. He heard the screams from the machine gunner, but now the soldier no longer had the energy to care about his teammates. He just wanted to escape at the moment.

Cannonballs can't kill it. What kind of monster is this?

Anyway, Deathstroke's combat effectiveness has exceeded the specifications, and running now is in compliance with the regulations. I will submit my resignation report when I get back, and stay away from the battlefield! The Demoman ran towards the iron door, kicked it open with all his strength, and then rushed out through the back door. The soles of his feet stepped on the soft mud, and his body suddenly lost balance and rolled down the slope.

He immediately tried to get up.

Pfft!

A sharp pain penetrated his chest at this moment. Demoman endured the severe pain and turned his head, seeing several spikes appearing on the ground, completely piercing his body. As he lay dying, there was only a trace of doubt left in his mind.

The dark red spikes retracted to the ground in the next second. Seven or eight meters away, Watson pulled his hand out of the soil and turned away without looking back. A large mass of tentacles wrapped and twisted around the end of the arm, and finally quickly returned to its original shape. He quickly crossed the path and ran towards the position where the fake death knell was.

The broken armor on his body was completely unwearable, with parts falling off as he ran. As for his sidearm, it was completely destroyed, and nothing was left after the cannonball exploded. Originally, he planned to spend some time opening up the ruins and absorbing the Red Guards below. However, after devouring several Beta Squad soldiers, Watson realized that he might not be able to complete this task before the Lannister army arrived.

Forget it, I didn't reveal any important information anyway, and the other party didn't have the genes that the black light body desperately needed.

Let’s talk about it next time.

What Watson is most worried about now is the fake death knell and a few black light servants. It would be okay if these guys melted themselves, but he is afraid that the corpse will be picked up by the Lannister, and then whether it is dissected or infected, it will be It is easy to leak samples of the Blacklight virus. The old lion Figueroa died, the Illyrian Alliance also existed in name only, and his mission had actually been successfully completed.

He has no intention of fighting with the Lannister International.

记忆片段显示对面场上还有3架Mi-24雌鹿武装直升机、2台BTR装甲车、2辆BMP步兵战车再加3台T-34/85坦克，还有若干武装皮卡。除去各类载具操作员，光是常规步兵就差不多有100人。真要正面干一架，到时候暴露的特殊能力、以及如何收拾目击者都是个大难题。

I just unlocked the new skill of Ground Thorn, which is pretty much it.

Ten seconds later, Watson arrived at the position that had been flattened by rockets.

Burnt iron blocks and gun parts were scattered on the slope, and Watson could not sense any spiritual connection with the black light servants at all. But he was still uneasy and continued to roar with the high-frequency wave command of [Self-Destruct] for more than half a minute. Only then was he convinced that Marcel's ashes had been completely blown away by those few rockets.

It's really miserable to not have a blackened body.

This also directly proves that the black light servants still lack sufficient defense capabilities in the face of modern powerful weapons. But as Watson continues to upgrade, it is only a matter of time before they can acquire more skills. Watson has already thought about where he should go next, but for now, he'd better run away first.

He found a random door and took out the Silent Hill pocket watch necklace.

In the city of Vlora, which is gradually calming down, the rain is still falling. Lannister soldiers shuttled between the buildings, and Levin listened to the reports from his men, walked into the rain and lit a cigarette. But all this has nothing to do with Watson. In a certain pit, Alexei, who was hiding, took out a dagger and stabbed his left eye.

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Suffocation.

Standing in the church of Silent Hill, Watson felt uncomfortable all over. It was clear that he no longer needed to breathe, but at this moment it was as if he was lacking oxygen, and a feeling of suffocation spread from his chest to his limbs. What's even weirder is that his thinking is extremely clear. After taking a few deep breaths, he finally realized the reason.

It's too quiet here.

There are no enemies, no dangers, nothing even moving. The nerves that were tense on the battlefield just now were completely at a loss when facing this environment. Watson even felt that there was hostility hidden in a corner, and wanted to touch the weapons, trying to make himself feel safe and comfortable, but he soon remembered that all the weapons were lost.

Unconsciously, my feet carried my body around the church.

Watson didn't want to stop, the suffocation feeling was a little unbearable. He realized that something was wrong with him, perhaps just like the discomfort a soldier has just leaving the battlefield. But this was Silent Hill, and no one could help him. He walked towards the teleportation circle in the center, roughly tore off the pieces of armor on his body, and finally pressed his bare palms to the ground.

After a brief dizziness, Uncle Emil appeared in front of him.

"Yo? Watson, are you at war? I can smell it..."

"Well, where is the Supreme Mage?" Watson said as he walked out.

"Oh, she's in the square."

Wizard Emil looked at Watson's back and then at the helmet he had thrown away, and couldn't help but frown. Watson on the corridor quickened his pace. It was now afternoon, and the sun was shining on the antique pagoda-style roof. It was quiet and beautiful, which was completely opposite to what he felt at the moment.