The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"Mr. Stark, please hide!" The last bodyguard in the bathroom held his pistol tightly and pointed it at the door. He repeated the conversation a few seconds ago in a rapid tone and whispered into the headset: "Jim, you Are we there yet?! Damn it! We need backup!"

boom!

A woman rushed into the bathroom, and the bodyguard fired decisively, but the bullet seemed to cause no damage to her body. The woman stepped onto the wall with two steps sideways, kicked out her long white legs hard, and turned her body upside down in mid-air, appearing on top of the bodyguard's head.

The next second, the bodyguard's head was hit by a thick bulletproof board, and he collapsed to the ground.

"(German) Howard Stark..."

硄！

Watson kicked open the cubicle doors one by one, chanting Howard's name.

"It's not easy to meet you..."

硄！

The door of another compartment was kicked open, but there was still no one inside.

"Why can't you open the door and come out to meet your old friends? Although you are already old, I still hope you have not forgotten how to speak German."

硄！

The door to the second-to-last stall was kicked open, and Howard pointed a revolver at Watson and fired.

boom! boom! boom!

Two bullets hit Watson's chest, and one bullet hit his forehead, but was blocked by the bulletproof board Watson held up to his face in advance. Howard wanted to shoot again, but Watson had already grasped the tip of the revolver, tore the gun out of Howard's hand and threw it aside.

"I thought that as the founder of a high-tech enterprise, you would use more high-tech weapons." Watson took two steps back and tilted his head slightly to look at Howard, who was leaning against the wall.

"...The revolver will not jam." Howard was silent for a moment and replied in German: "Aren't you going to kill me? Then what do you want?"

He glanced up and down at the bullet holes on Watson's body, but those locations were intact: "I don't know who sent you here, but my defeated generals can't afford to hire someone like you... .”

Watson's excellent hearing had already detected the dense footsteps coming from a distance. He looked at the old Howard at close range, sighed with emotion, and then slowly spoke in his original male voice: "What if this is the case? , then why did your bomb have no effect?"

"What kind of bomb?" Howard frowned in confusion. This action made his forehead lines almost split into several sections, but then his eyes widened again: "Wait, your voice... .”

"I hope you haven't forgotten the name Watson Taxner. Howard Stark, you said that if your bomb had really worked, the world might not be what it is today." Watson glared. With eyes wide open, he held his hands in front of his chest, tapping the bulletproof insert with his right index finger, looking at Howard silently.

"You...are you Watson? Watson Taxner? This is impossible! You are not dead..." Howard looked at Watson in disbelief. His dead fish eyes, reason told him that they were fake, but his memory told him that the expression of the "young lady" in front of him was exactly the same as that person.

Howard quietly released the transmitter installed on his cuff, took a few steps forward and approached Watson, and slowly stretched out his trembling left hand to confirm whether the other person's face was disguised skin, but he immediately stopped this action, with a look on his face. Tangled up and asked a question:

"are you hungry?"

"I can't do it now, at least I can persist for a while." Watson shrugged: "Now it is much more obedient than before."

While the two were talking, several rapid braking sounds sounded outside the door.

"Go and confirm the target's situation!"

A loud roar came from afar, followed by a rush of footsteps.

......

"As I said, it's not easy to meet you." In the driving limousine, 'Miss Watson' sat elegantly on the seat, sipping a bottle of champagne that looked very expensive.

Howard didn't speak. He just took out a remote control from the seat, pressed a few buttons, and confirmed that the shielding equipment in the car had activated the enhanced mode. Then he turned to look at Watson.

"To be honest, I never thought I would see you again. We all thought you were dead." Howard looked Watson up and down, the surprise in his eyes not completely gone.

"I hope you don't mind that I injured two of your guards and five bodyguards." Watson didn't pay attention to Howard's gaze at all. He just put the empty bottle in his hand back on the wine rack and took out a small bottle of whiskey.

"It doesn't matter, I can handle this." Howard's eyes were complicated: "Can you tell me what happened that day? Is there really something wrong with the bomb I designed?"

How can I explain to you that your bomb was defused by the magic of Ancient One? Watson scratched his chin and thought for a moment: "Okay, actually your bomb is fine, but there were...force majeure factors that day, and I couldn't press the button."

"It's hard for me to explain to you. Anyway, it's not your fault."

After all, I didn't expect this bomb to be separated by space magic, right? Who would believe this?

Howard took a deep breath and was silent for a long time. A pair of wrinkled eyelids drooped heavily, and they trembled for a while before slowly opening: "We have been looking for you and Steve since the plane crashed, but we have only found the Cosmic Cube and your helmet. Over the years, Where have you been?"

"I fell on the ice just before the plane crashed, and I was found by a group of Eskimos living in the Arctic. I lived with them for a few months, but then I couldn't wait any longer and got my own boat. I wanted to cross the Arctic Ocean, but the ship sank. I fell into an ice cave and was frozen. Then I floated to the coast of Norway." Watson took a big sip of whiskey and spouted a series of lies: "Not long ago I woke up and ran to find you.”

"You mean...you have been frozen for decades?" Howard looked very surprised, but slowly calmed down: "Well, I have been thinking before, if I could have more time at that time , I will definitely be able to help you investigate the situation of your body more clearly."

"Well, then I came to you this time because there are a few things I want to talk to you about."

"Of course, you said it." Howard nodded on the surface, but in his heart he didn't really believe what Watson said, but he didn't directly raise it in front of Watson.

......

Watson had actually thought carefully about how to reveal the plot he knew in an appropriate way before coming. But after thinking about it for a long time, he sadly discovered that if he had to make up a suitable reason every time he "spoiled", he would always have to bear the possibility of a bad edit leading to an overturn.

In the end, he decided to use another method, which was to fabricate a non-existent third-party organization. Watson knows very well that people of Howard and Carter's age will no longer trust others easily. What's more, I have definitely disappeared for decades. If you say it is frozen, it will be frozen, but who can prove it? A normal person would be suspicious.

Therefore, it is more appropriate to pass the "pot" to a non-existent organization. However, Watson wouldn't say that directly. Since it is impossible to avoid doubts in Howard and Carter's minds, Watson can use some means to let them focus their suspicions on the non-existent organization.

On the contrary, there are also disadvantages to doing this, that is, it is difficult for him to gain the high trust of Howard and Carter in a short period of time.

After briefly recalling the words he used before leaving, Watson continued to speak. The first thing he talked about was Captain America Steve Rogers. After the Ancient Master agreed with his plan, he informed Watson of the specific location where Captain America was buried at Watson's request.

Of course, Watson would never tell the truth. He once again attributed the credit to the Eskimos, claiming that a worn map from the tribe had helped him a lot. While Watson was talking, he shook the whiskey in the bottle and took a big sip from time to time. If a wine lover saw this drinking method, he might be pissed to death.

Howard didn't mind this at all. He directly stated that he would reorganize the Arctic Ocean search team and bring back Steve buried in the ice cave as soon as possible.

"Second thing, how is your research on the super soldier serum going?"

"Carter asked me to stop this research because in the past few decades, we have experienced too many tragedies caused by the pursuit of power. Perhaps there should not be another person like Steve." Howard said tightly Staring into Watson's eyes: "What, you still want to inject it to solve your gluttony deficiency?"

Watson nodded, somewhat disinterested in what Howard said. Because according to what he knew about the plots of the movies and comics, Howard probably secretly made it later. He also made 5 copies and secretly took them out. However, the news was leaked and he was robbed and killed by the Winter Soldier.

There are many doubts here that the Marvel writers have not explained clearly at all. This has something to do with the fact that the screenwriters have changed several times, and it also has something to do with the fact that Howard is always thrown out by the screenwriters as the scapegoat for such tricky plot points.

Watson looked at Howard's old face and raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to tell me that not only did you really stop the development of the serum, but you also destroyed all relevant information and Steve's blood samples. Alright?"

Howard showed a rare hesitant expression on his face. He closed his eyes and was silent for a while, then spread his hands and said, "Okay, actually those things are still there, I just paused the research process because I I'm still thinking about it...but I can resume it at any time if I want."

I knew it, Watson rolled his eyes. You Starks just can't change this traditional art of seeking death. Tony's ability to create Ultron in the future will definitely have the inheritance of your current ability to recreate the serum.

"But Watson, I must remind you." Howard said in a serious tone: "These serums can only theoretically reach the level of Steve's experiment, but..."

"Steve Rogers is unique, I get it." Watson picked up where Howard left off.

"Yes, that's right. But if you are determined to do this, then of course I can arrange it." Howard took off his hand on the armrest and wiped his forehead: "But, I hope you can wait for a while before doing this. Something. At least come with me to meet Paige and let’s talk.”

"After all, as you can see." Howard spread his hands, and the nasolabial folds at the corners of his mouth became slightly dazzling with his smile: "I am already an old man in his 70s, and I have just recovered from the pain that has tortured me for most of my life today. Free yourself from the guilt of that bomb. You have to give me a break, no one knows what kind of changes that serum will bring to you."

Watson thought for a moment and nodded: "No problem, but I'm afraid I can't delay too long. We need Steve and more power, and maybe a super soldier serum, because this is what I want to tell you. The third thing is related.”

Howard slowly put away his smile. He could tell from Watson's expression that this was not something to be happy about.

As he watched, Watson drank the bottle of whiskey in his hand.

"Hydra is back."

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Howard made several phone calls, and the car returned to the intercity highway and drove towards another urban area.

But the conversation between the two people in the car continued.

"So how are you going to convince Paige that we need to restart serum research?" Howard frowned along the way.

"Actually, Paige is opposed to continuing to study the serum. Apart from the fact that she believes Steve is dead, she essentially feels that the existence of the serum will do more harm than good." Watson looked out the car window at the tall buildings towering in the distance: "We just need to get her to change her mind..."

We can even do it quietly ourselves without telling her. This is what you originally thought, isn't it? Watson turned his head and looked at Howard, who was still frowning and silent.

Half an hour later, the car entered a manor in the suburbs. After passing several layers of security checks, it stopped in front of an old European-style villa. Opening the car door from a distance and stepping out, Watson saw the old man standing at the door.

Margaret Page Carter, now 69 years old.

"Oh...Watson...Oh my God, is it really you?" Stepping onto the steps, Paige had already opened her arms to welcome Watson, wanting to give Watson a hug. But she immediately stopped and asked Watson a little pitifully:

"Are you...are you hungry now?"

Watson: "..."