The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"...at 4 p.m. Eastern Time, the president of the Global Pharmaceutical Federation attended the hearing and stated that all member companies of the federation have reached an agreement and will continue to fully assist the federal judicial department in the investigation." The female host's eyes drifted. , obviously reading the words: "Currently, the last living co-founder of Umbrella Group, Oswell Earl Spencer, has still not shown up, and his whereabouts are a mystery. And last Sunday, Times Square in New York erupted again During the demonstration, many marching residents claimed in interviews with our reporters that the move was to protest against the FBI..."

"Humph."

Luper threw the remote control on the coffee table, picked up the beer can and poured it into his mouth. More than half a year has passed since the Raccoon City incident, but the series of subsequent reactions triggered by that mysterious revelation are still far from stopping, and the trend is getting more intense. According to the revelations, more than ten member companies of the Global Pharmaceutical Federation are all related to Umbrella, which indirectly contributed to the latter's research and testing of biological weapons.

Although the member companies all claimed without exception that they had no knowledge and were merely deceived by Umbrella, and participated in very few work links that did not involve the core secrets of biological weapons, public opinion obviously would not be easily reversed. After all, the tragedy in Raccoon City was really shocking, and...who let the evidence be found out for you? Therefore, for the past six months, the Global Pharmaceutical Federation has had the same attitude:

Sincerely admit your mistakes, donate money and materials, cooperate with investigations, and actively save things.

If someone scolds you again, just pretend to be deaf.

Still asking? Asking means bowing and apologizing. Especially those from Japan Shinra Pharmaceutical. Every time they appear in public on TV, all the staff will first bang their foreheads on the table. Their postures are so unified and the volume is so standard, it's almost like they have rehearsed in advance. After the incident, one of the most eye-catching "rescue measures" of these member companies was the establishment of the "Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance."

Abbreviated as BSAA.

However, it is said that there are only a dozen members in the team, and they have not received authorization from all countries in the world. It is illegal to take a gun and run into the territory of any country, so what can they do?

Forget it, it has nothing to do with us anymore.

As the night rain outside the window gradually became lighter, Luper lit another cigarette and recalled the industry news he had heard during this period. Obviously, the downfall of the Umbrella Group set off huge waves on both the light and dark sides. The leaked biological weapons and information are on the black market, and every one of them is worth a sky-high price. Various companies and organizations are vying for it, and some stronger groups may even choose to take action. Kalena would definitely not believe it if there was no instigation from some country behind these people.

She would rather fight with the drug dealers in the slums than these biological weapons.

Change the channel!

"... is turning into a violent conflict. Several demonstrators parked a car loaded with Umbrella pharmaceutical products in the square and were stopped by the police when they tried to set it on fire..."

Change again!

The familiar keyboard sound sounded, and a handsome man in a casual suit stood in the center of the screen, dancing and singing into a standing microphone: "Never gonna give you up! Never gonna let you down (I will never give up on you, I I will never let you down)~"

Change again!

As soon as the scene changed, enthusiastic music and cheers poured out from the speakers. Colorful limousines slowly moved forward on the street, and dozens of Latin beauties, wearing performance costumes composed of various sequins, fabrics and feathers, performed samba dance in front of the camera. There are also two large wings on their backs, which tremble up and down with their body movements, which is very gorgeous. However, Luper's focus is mainly on the body. The degree of exposure of these performance clothes is not far behind that of a thong bikini.

As for what it's like to dance, just listen to the cheers.

You can really see clearly wherever it shakes...

Moreover, on this occasion, the Latin girls showed no restraint or shyness at all. They showed off their figures to the fullest, with generous expressions and movements. They simply incorporated a flavor of folk culture into the fiery, sexy and dissolute atmosphere. But the performers are not all hot beauties. There are many aunts with average figures, or even fat and out of shape, who happily dance along, as naturally as dancing at home.

This is right!

The French wife lay down on the sofa and narrowed her eyes comfortably.

She reached for the remote control and turned up the volume a bit. The beating notes passed through the glass window, mixed with the gradually thinning rain, and floated upward and farther and farther. It's like a short but long journey, flying over a large area of ​​land and ocean in an instant, and then immersing yourself again under another night sky.

Here, the heavy rain continues.

Boom! ! !

This bolt of lightning fell almost directly above the head, illuminating the entire field of vision. The roar of the engine was immediately drowned out, and the woman in the cockpit was awakened. She raised her eyelids and saw the familiar dark green night sky. His eyes immediately turned to the instrument panel. All the parameters in the automatic driving mode were normal. After many improvements, the aircraft has become reliable enough to survive thunderstorms.

"call......"

The woman felt some difficulty breathing.

He touched the oxygen supply mask on his face with his fingers and increased the output power by two levels. Only then did his tired brain wake up a little. The time shows that it is late at night, but the city below is not sleeping - just like countless nights in the past, it will never sleep. It is brewing countless plans and nurturing those who do evil things.

If he had not traveled far in the past two days, the woman should have held a long stick and transformed into a dark knight to punish him.

She wanted to jump right now, but the situation didn't allow it.

"Welcome back to Gotham, Miss Wayne."

The voice of the old butler Alfred was always full of magnetism, rich and warm: "The landing platform is ready. According to the procedures, I will disinfect you and the Bat Fighter again."

"Roger, 30 seconds."

Brucey switched to manual mode and maneuvered the Batfighter high across Gotham's night sky before landing on the lake in Wayne Manor on the outskirts. For most pilots, taking off and landing at night is always a minor challenge. However, with the technology support of Wayne Group, this is no longer a problem. The flight control computer firmly grasps the traction signal and easily brings the Bat Fighter into the entrance, and the wide lake immediately closes.

The wheel stopped firmly on the ground, and the entire lifting platform slowly descended. This huge mechanical passage is full of industrial style, and the long strings of indicator lights are quite sci-fi style. More than half a year has passed, and the Batcave has completely changed its appearance. After Brucey controlled the fighter plane and slowly arrived at the disinfection warehouse, she jumped off the ground and went straight into the disinfection room dedicated to personnel. Behind her, white smoke sprayed from all directions quickly completely covered the entire fuselage.

Chi-

The three-story isolation doors opened one after another, and Brucey put on a bath towel and walked out in slippers.

"The hot soup is ready, Miss Wayne."

This disinfection process took more than ten minutes, and Alfred was already waiting at the door. The old butler still had the standard posture, holding a plate in one hand and hanging a towel on the other, with a graceful demeanor. But Brucey didn't care about this. She was more concerned about the old man's wrinkles and gray hair roots. In order to accompany him on this mission, Alfred stayed up all night together. He could sleep in as much as he wanted tomorrow, but Alfred couldn't - rather he was reluctant, because it was against the rules of an English housekeeper to not get up early in the morning to tidy up the house. Elegance and etiquette.

Brucey didn't say anything, just took the towel and soup bowl.

This is the tacit understanding that we have been together for so many years.

The woman knew very well that instead of saying "Thank you for your hard work", it would be better to finish the soup honestly and then go to bed, which would make the old housekeeper happier. But to be honest, she kind of wanted to take a couple of tubes of energy-boosting potion, put on a bat costume, and go out on a rainy night to teach those restless guys a lesson. But judging from Ah Fu's expression, he probably wouldn't be able to run out with peace of mind tonight.

"Is anyone on the way?"

"Yes, everything went according to plan." The old housekeeper's wrinkled eyelids twitched: "With all due respect, Miss Wayne. You can't go on the road alone like this every time and want to complete the mission of a special forces team by yourself. , the consumption on the body is too great, and people always have their limits."

"Ah."

Looking at the bloodshot eyes and strands of dazzling white hair, Alfred couldn't help but sigh: "More than half a year ago, Batwoman was just fighting criminals in Gotham City; but look at it now? Airborne in cities to search and rescue civilians, and deep into the ocean to raid cruise ships, these things you have done can be compared with the Federal Special Operations Command. If I had not retired long ago, my current military rank would even give you a Medal of Honor. "

"Oh, I'd be honored."

Brucey lay down on the sofa chair, put her hands together on her chin, and silently looked at the big screen in front of her. The old housekeeper looked at her for a while, then walked to the remote control console nearby to disinfect the inside of the Bat Fighter. Alfred would never leave before his own lady decided to take a rest. The old man knew how to take advantage of his age. As long as he continued to stand for half an hour, Brucey would have no choice but to compromise and take the initiative to go back to rest, so as not to have to stay up late with the stubborn old housekeeper Afu.

This trick works every time.

But deep down in his heart, Alfred would rather his young lady deal with those Gotham psychopaths than the current situation. For more than half a year, Brucey has been tracking down the Umbrella Group executives who have not yet been arrested, relying on the information obtained from the Raccoon City Hive Base. Just like she did with Gotham criminals, she captured them, hung them on the street lamp in front of the police station, stuffed them with several pieces of evidence, videos, and audio files, and sent them simultaneously over the Internet.

Put everything out in the open and nail it to death completely.

It has to be said that the intelligence inherited from the Wayne family helped a lot. Brucey can always find some suitable ways to make full use of the still turbulent atmosphere of public opinion, leaving the official with almost no room for maneuver. From this perspective, Batwoman is really inseparable from hundreds of demonstrations and out-of-control conflicts over the past six months. Especially the initial wave of evidence revelations. If it hadn't been for this move, the federal government, which was secretly colluding with the umbrella company, might have tried to cover it up.

It can be said that nearly half of the credit for Umbrella's trial in federal court going so smoothly must go to Batwoman. The old housekeeper Ah Fu knew very well that his young lady was now stepping on a tightrope. This is not as simple as playing hide-and-seek with the Gotham Police Department. She is facing state machinery and huge interest groups. Once accidentally exposed, the entire Wayne Group may be dragged down.

But Batwoman won't stop.

The Raccoon City tragedy completely changed Bruce Wayne.

After returning from a lifeless purgatory, how do you feel when you see those petty thieves on the streets? Although his lady never said it, Alfred had his own life experience. Batwoman is also a human being, and people will grow up. The increase in age and experience will gradually change their mentality, which is difficult to detect and almost irreversible, let alone a major event such as the Raccoon City tragedy. Almost everyone who made it out alive lost something forever.

What has Miss Wayne lost?

"Afu?"

"Oh, I'm here." Hearing his lady's call, the old housekeeper quickly interrupted his thoughts: "I'm really sorry, at my age, I tend to lose concentration when I'm tired."

"It doesn't matter, start the 'Red Bat'."

Bruce reached out and clicked the button next to Afu.

"of course."

A few minutes later, a little red face appeared on the screen: "Good evening, Batwoman."