The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

In a blink of an eye, it was October. The informant was not allowed to successfully deliver the news, and several moles were caught by the way. The crisis of the Heinzwafen family was temporarily relieved. And Watson finally waited for the special plane to fly to New York. Today is the day to take off.

"You never told me you could do this." Michela looked at Watson, who was carrying a guitar, a little surprised.

"You didn't ask me either." Watson shrugged.

"It was my mother before, but this time it's me. You once again saved the Heinzwafen family from fire and water, Mr. Watson." Mrs. Marina bowed deeply towards Watson: "Once again, for the previous I apologize and I promise that starting today, we will be your forever allies."

Watson was wearing a well-tailored black men's suit and had his thigh-length silver hair cut into shoulder-length hair. As long as he wasn't wearing women's clothing, he basically looked like a handsome boy. Due to the need to hide herself, the "Princess in Military Uniform" may not appear again for a long time in the future.

"We will take good care of your things." Mrs. Marina looked serious.

"It's best to bury it and don't let anyone find it." Watson turned around the Damascus hunting knife presented by Michela in his hand, but for him who had only gone through emergency training for more than two months, he could only swing it a few times. It's just a basic move, and it's still early to reach the level of Michelle.

Michela on the side looked at his slightly clumsy movements and quietly raised the corners of her mouth.

"I saw you smiling." Watson turned his head expressionlessly.

"Seriously, I will miss you, Mr. Watson. No one has ever made me wield a knife so happily and get up to eat afterward." Michela leaned close to Watson's ear and said something very scary if.

Watson suddenly shuddered. He didn't want to recall the past two months of life at all. The way this woman pointed the knife at him was like pointing it at her ex-boyfriend.

Wait, it seems like I really am.

"Then I'm leaving, take care of yourself."

"Take care, Mr. Watson."

......

The plane climbed slowly from the runway, then raised its nose and headed towards the United States on the other side of the Atlantic.

"You...are you really pretending?" Mrs. Marina looked at Michela, who was silently staring at the sky, and asked with a somewhat complicated look.

Now that things have happened, Mrs. Marina feels that this may not be a bad thing.

"I don't think this is important to you, mother." Michelle withdrew her gaze, turned and walked back.

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More than ten hours later, the plane landed safely at Newark Liberty International Airport in New York, USA.

Watson walked out of the cabin door and saw the reception staff waiting below. He couldn't help but feel like he was in the United States and had just gotten off the plane.

Walking down the gangway, the person at the front was a middle-aged man in a suit who spoke fluent German: "Welcome to the United States, Mr. Watson, I will be your German translator and personal assistant during this time." After that, he stretched out his hand. He pointed his palm to the car beside him: "Please get in, everything is arranged."

How much money did Madam Marina spend?

The door closed and the car drove smoothly onto the airport expressway.

"The Stark Industry Expo will be held in three days. We are on the way to the hotel now. I will be staying in the room next to you during this time. If you need anything else, please feel free to call me." The middle-aged man said Then he handed Watson a tray with a phone and a business card on it.

As the car drove from the highway toward the city, Watson saw the rows of high-rise buildings, the traffic, crowds, and billboards flashing through the windows under the sunlight. This scene was almost the same as the New York streets he had seen in his previous life.

People in this city may have never dreamed of the disasters they would encounter in the next twenty years, and they would even encounter nuclear bombs.

The middle-aged man Allman on the side began to explain the history, culture and cultural landscape of New York non-stop. This is probably part of the paid service. So Watson didn't stop him, and just looked out the car window quietly, thinking about how to directly contact Howard Stark at the expo.

If you miss the opportunity to meet at this Stark Industry Expo, then you may have no choice but to contact Howard Stark's son Tony Stark. But that might cause quite a stir, which is not a good idea.

Now in his early 20s, Tony Stark is obviously still a rebellious playboy who deserves a beating. For the sake of my old comrades, if I couldn't help but beat that guy up, Howard wouldn't blame me, right? Watson was thinking confusedly.

......

Allman Marr is a strict self-discipline. He always strives to establish himself as a model of elite business men. As for his diet, Allman even controls the amount of three meals a day to 'grams' this unit. But in the past few days, he has had to abandon his dietary rules.

There is no other reason. The guy opposite is really delicious.

After figuring out that providing meals was also part of the service package, the boy named Watson took him to visit famous restaurants all over New York, and every time he went there, he had a bad meal. Eat Haisai.

How could someone eat seven or eight pieces of grilled pork chops in the morning, a dozen different steak sets at noon, and eat the menu from a street hot dog stand from beginning to end in the evening?

Is he still human?

It tastes so delicious...

No, our company suffered huge losses on this order! This guy has almost finished all the profits from our order just by eating! But if he said it out loud, Allman would have no choice but to let Watson lead him around the streets to visit various restaurants. And as his sanity gradually collapsed, he also joined the ranks of eating and drinking.

Fortunately, this order only lasts for 7 days, so I will treat it as money and enjoy it. After 7 days, whoever wants to serve Mr. Watson can go. I won't take any more orders from this person anyway. Orman thought confidently while chewing the mutton chops in his hand with his mouth full of oil.

Three days passed by in a flash. Watson walked towards the car under the warm greetings of the hotel maids and front desk ladies. Allman was already standing next to the car door. Seeing Watson approaching, he took the initiative to open the car door.

"It's 2 o'clock in the afternoon. Let's go to the place where the dresses are rented. You have 2 hours to choose a dress, and then we will go to the Stark Industry Expo." Allman held a small book and said, He explained today's itinerary to Watson in a serious manner. If you ignore his sudden gain in belly, his appearance is quite professional.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a clothing store.

"Oh my God~ Look at this face and this figure, it's so great! My dear Allman, what a great model you brought me today!" was Allman As he walked into the store, he was greeted by a fat woman who spoke with a serious translator's accent from a distance, which made people's scalp numb.

Fortunately, Watson barely understands English.

"Can we start?" Watson asked Allman next to him.

"Oh, yes, of course. Mr. Watson, please don't mind. Ms. Saida is just a little lively. Her professional ability is absolutely no problem." Allman smiled apologetically and signaled the fat woman to hurry up. Into the title.

"Okay, please pick me a set of women's clothing." Watson nodded. There are many elite bodyguards around Howard Stark. It is indeed not easy to attract his attention, and women's clothing is obviously easier than men's clothing. Make people relax their vigilance a little bit.

"what?"

Allman was stunned.

More than an hour later.

In front of Allman stood an "Egyptian beauty" wearing a black evening gown, her entire face sculpted to the extreme by a makeup artist.

Her cold purple eyes looked arrogant and alluring against the background of black eye shadow; her beautiful shoulder-length hair dyed black was simply styled and draped over the left side, revealing half of her body like a swan floating on water. The slender neck, and the small mouth painted with dark lipstick on the chin is the finishing touch. It opens and closes like a witch's whisper, which makes people intoxicated.

The black-tone knee-length slit skirt also vividly reflects her perfect body curve like a clothing model. The upper body is completely wrapped in a sleeveless top decorated with light golden wave patterns, and there is a hint of Egyptian cat in the elegance. The wild nature shines under the light with the mysterious and fatal attraction of Egyptian classical beauty.

If Allman hadn't been involved in the translation and coordination of dressing and makeup from beginning to end, the quotation marks about "Egyptian beauty" in the above paragraph could have been completely removed. But even so, he didn't think he could meet a woman who impressed him more than 'Miss Watson' in a short period of time.

It's a pity that my chest is too flat.

Both men and women at the scene collectively uttered such a sigh.

Watson noticed the eyes of the group of people focused on his chest, thought for a moment, and then asked Allman: "Please help me ask if there are any mats here."

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"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the future!"

Walking slowly into the exhibition hall of the Stark Industry Expo, the scenery in front of you seems to have traveled from the 90s to the future. Watson had to lament the strange technology tree in this world, at least the suspended car near the center stage that he had never seen in his previous life.

Along the way, in addition to reporters holding huge cameras, there were also male and female celebrities and celebrities from all walks of life who came to pose. The rest were business people in suits and ties, with eyes that were brighter than the reporters. They all dream of getting cooperation opportunities from Stark Industries, even if it is to take a side production order, or they can brag about it later.

There was also a group of people wearing various military uniforms. They were military bosses who enjoyed special viewing privileges and stayed at the edge of the crowd, smoking and chatting in twos and threes. As long as Stark Industries launches new weapons and equipment this time, these military bosses will wave their hands and start smashing orders. They may even compete with each other, and then they will be fooled on the spot...

Of course, there are also some business tycoons at the Novo University venue, such as the young woman not far from Watson who is surrounded by countless people. Under the continuous flash of lights, reporters rushed to ask questions.

"Ms. Wayne! What do you think of the new products that Stark Industries will announce this time?"

"How does Wayne Enterprises respond to Stark Industries' strategic plan to get involved in the field of maglev?"

"Ms. Wayne! Is the scandal between you and Tony Stark true?"

"Ms. Wayne! There is news that you spent a lot of money in Las Vegas with several Playboy cover girls last week. What is your response to this?"

Bruce Wayne, Watson heard the name clearly being shouted. The girl under the flash is wearing a light gray suit, simple black eyeliner and light red lipstick, showing a cold and arrogant look under the outline of a pair of sword eyebrows; her long, slightly curly crimson hair hangs naturally from both sides. Falling, his narrow gray eyes scanned the entire audience with a faint scrutiny.

So not only does this world have "Wayne Enterprises", but even the person in charge, Bruce Wayne, has become Bruce Wayne?

So "Batman" became "Batwoman"?

Watson looked at the figure in the focus of the flashlight in confusion, and then suddenly had an idea: Maybe this lady is just an ordinary entrepreneur after all?

But he obviously didn't have the chance to confirm it for the time being, because the lights on the center stage were turned on at this time.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Invite--Howard Stark!"

Wow! !

Waves of applause resounded throughout the audience. Howard Stark, wearing a brown suit, appeared on the stage surrounded by a group of dancing girls. He stretched out his arms and pointed his index finger diagonally at the ceiling. At the same time, the spotlights on the stage dome were all bright, and two rows of missile-shaped fireworks rockets were ignited under the retractable panels. They shot into the sky amidst the cheers of the audience, bursting into dazzling lights.

It seems that even though Tony Stark is usually so flamboyant, he still inherited many good genes from his father.

"Welcome everyone again..." Howard began to speak on the stage. Watson observed his appearance carefully. He was much older than he was in 1944, and his cheeks became thinner. In addition to the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, forehead wrinkles and nasolabial folds, not only the hairline has obviously moved back, but even the once arrogant mustache now looks a little older.

He is an old man now.

As if overnight, it was really sad to see the old friend who was once young had become like this. Watson looked at Howard, whose back was still upright on the stage, and this sentence inexplicably popped into his mind. When Steve saw Peggy again after 70 years, looking at her old face, the regret in his heart might be even more sad.

Watson just looked at Howard quietly, and even when the people around him began to applaud enthusiastically for the other party's concluding remarks, he seemed unaware.

Brucey Wayne, who was bored in the VIP stands, noticed this unique 'Miss Watson'. From Brucey's perspective, this black-haired beauty exuded an aura of loneliness, like half a girl in the desert. A withered and broken rose is as lovable as a rose. This made Brucey slightly more interested, so she took a second look.

Watson didn't know that his actions had attracted the attention of the "domineering female president". He only knew that Howard was returning to the backstage at this time, and it was time for him to find an opportunity to act.

But Howard is always surrounded by a large group of people. The innermost layer is composed of military personnel, the middle layer is business personnel, and the outer layer is surrounded by reporters. Watson can't find a chance to get close. Watching Howard from a distance as he walked towards the entrance of the parking lot surrounded by several bodyguards, Watson left the crowd and walked around a small circle to find a patio on top of one of the parking lots. There stood two Starks with pistols on their waists. Industrial security personnel.

"(German) Excuse me sir, do you know where the bathroom is?"

"A suspicious figure appeared at the entrance to the patio of area C-23, a young woman with black hair, wearing..."

The two guards looked at Watson who was approaching, but they showed good professional qualities. One of them held the pistol on his waist and walked forward slowly, while the other also held the pistol and began to use the walkie-talkie to report the situation.

"Stop! Madam, the front is a restricted area!" Linus, the guard, stretched out his left hand towards the woman in front of him, with the palm facing forward, and opened the button of the holster with his other hand.

Watson slowly approached with his hands raised flat: "(German) I'm very sorry, can you tell me where the bathroom is?"

"She doesn't seem to be speaking English!" The colleague behind him shouted at the guard Linus.

At this time, Watson moved. He still rushed forward with no technical content and was extremely simple. Like Kratos, the protagonist of "God of War", he lifted up the guard Linus in front of him and headed towards another person a few meters away. The guard ran away.

The guard's eyes widened, and he didn't even have time to pull out his pistol. He was hit by Watson's leader just as he took half a step to his side with his left foot.

tom!

The guard hit the wall hard and fell to the ground. Guard Linus grabbed Watson's arm and tried to fight back, but Watson punched him in the forehead and he fainted immediately.

"Hell!" The person on duty at the other end of the monitor saw this scene and hurriedly picked up the walkie-talkie to issue a warning.

time is limited.

Watson grabbed the hem of the skirt and pulled it, turning the knee-length skirt into a short skirt. Then he pulled open the glass cover of the patio and jumped down without hesitation.

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"Brother, is there something unusual about the situation?"

"Everything is fine, Captain."

"Copy that, Jim, bring the car over."

The social gathering was finally ended after a group of military personnel from the US Army surrounded him like a swarm of wasps. After drinking a few more glasses of champagne, Howard had to temporarily change his route and go to the restroom in the parking lot. At this time, several bodyguards in black were standing guard at the door for Howard. With the help of tentacles, Watson hung on the pipe and slowly climbed to the bathroom.

Suddenly, an emergency warning came from the bodyguards' walkie-talkie: "Emergency! Alpha Team, there is an intrusion by unknown persons above the target!"

Whoa!

Everyone pulled out their guns almost at the same time, and most of them were holding the P90 submachine gun that came out in the same era of Watson's previous life.

However, this did not have much effect on Watson. He began to fall freely on the ceiling pipe on top of the four bodyguards. As soon as he touched the ground, he punched a bald man holding a P4.

Boom!

The bald man didn't react at all and fell forward.

Immediately afterwards, Watson stepped forward with his right leg, grabbed the person in front of him with his left hand, lunged with force, lifted him up and smashed him towards the third bodyguard.

Brower, who had no time to react, watched as his colleague's body hit him. The huge impact even made him think he had hit a large truck weighing several tons.

Wow!

The two flew several meters away and hit the side of a car before coming to a stop. However, the cost was that the door was dented and the windows were shattered.

All this took only a few seconds, when the last bodyguard on the field finally turned around and fired a shot at Watson. The bullet hit Watson on the right side of his chest, but Watson's body didn't even react.

The bodyguard's eyes widened and he pointed the gun at Watson's head.

But he didn't have the chance to fire a second time. Watson had already rushed forward and punched him in the abdomen. The bodyguard fell backwards and fell to the ground. At this moment, he was glad that he was wearing an extra heavy-duty body armor, otherwise this move would have completely incapacitated him. He raised the pistol soaked in cold sweat in his hand and pointed it at the woman in front of him.

The next moment he felt himself flying.

tom!

Watson picked up the person with one hand, turned him 180 degrees and smashed him to the floor. At this time, the bodyguard completely fainted. Watson stared at his chest in silence for a few seconds, reached out and tore off a bulletproof insert, then turned around and strode towards the men's room.