The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Wow!

A beautiful figure jumped into the pool.

A few minutes later, Miss Watson suddenly stood up from the water, with a face full of surprise and a struggling fish in her hand: "Aha! I didn't realize that there was a little cutie hidden in the water? Hey? Hehe, have you been caught by me? Where else are you going to run? Poor little carp, are you looking for your mother, right? Are you looking for your mother? Little carp, looking for your mother, actually found me here? How can you still Run away? You can't...ah woo!"

The whole fish is stuffed into the mouth.

Gulu!

Miss Watson's neck swelled, and the "food" slid into her body along her esophagus. Then a big hole opened in her lower back. She stretched her hand in and took out the fish completely.

And it's still alive.

"Da da!"

Bang bang bang bang bang! ! !

Holding the fish in front of her chest, Miss Watson kept patting her belly with her other hand, imitating the sound of applause, turned around and bowed to the stone wall: "Thank you for applauding, thank you for applauding! Thank you for the coin, and thank you for collecting. I will perform for you next time Eat the grenade alive! Stay tuned! Will update next week if it reaches 10 million likes, thank you!"

clap clap clap!

This is the sound of a fish flicking its tail.

The unlucky little guy couldn't understand what was happening at all, so he could only stare at the dead fish eyes while continuing to try to escape. Miss Watson looked at it with tenderness on her face for a while, then a burst of electricity suddenly burst out of her hands, instantly penetrating the fish's body and sending sparks flying!

Crack!

She chewed off the fish head in one bite, then ate the bones and meat into her stomach in a few or two bites. She chewed it with her bright red mouth, and then immediately retched: "Wow! It's so fishy!"

Ah, I suddenly want to eat salmon sashimi.

How about going to Japan next? Anyway, that's my original old territory. As a sign of officially killing Hydra, I can go to Japan to cause trouble. After all, Umbrella was completely finished, and there really was no other choice. After thinking about it, Miss Watson turned into Mrs. Viper again, stepped out of the pool with two long legs, and continued to move forward...

Then he tilted his head and froze.

"Love and hate happen in a split second!" After singing half a sentence, she got stuck again. She shook her head and looked confused: "What's my name? Well... I don't care. Now, it’s not important at all, okay? La la la~~”

Miss Watson used a thin stone pillar as a steel pipe and began to twist her waist. She hummed an unknown melody in her mouth, and with a slight bend of her legs, her whole body was completely off the ground. Although this stone pillar is very rough and cannot rotate with friction like a real steel pipe, this does not affect Miss Watson's interest at all. She leaned her upper body back, almost forming a negative angle with the ground; her two white arms spread out like wings, dancing gracefully in the air.

A mess.

There seemed to be countless indescribable things colliding with each other in my mind, and the absorbed memories were surging violently like waves. Every time there was a new change, a different desire for action would form. Miss Watson no longer had the energy to control herself at this moment, allowing her body to become a steering wheel that was repeatedly fought over, turning left and right.

But she soon discovered something amazing.

He was actually able to barely maintain himself in a trance.

It's not like Miss Watson has never experienced this kind of situation. Previously, she was briefly affected by the memory fragments of some Umbrella soldiers at the African base of the Umbrella Company. For the black light body, this is very much like a normal person drinking some wine and entering the state of "somewhat drunk, but not completely drunk". Although he walks unsteadily and his facial expressions are out of control, he still knows who he is and what he is doing.

Drunk people always sober up slowly.

And due to the characteristics of fungal roots, the situation this time is also very different, and the memory fragments have a stronger impact on the body. As for Madam Viper and Spider-Woman, they can provide various upgrade "materials" for the black light body, and their memories are even strong enough to change their behavior in a short period of time. Especially when she became Mrs. Viper, the bonus effect of body shape transformation on this "personality transformation" was even more obvious. Whether it's action posture, speaking style or various small movements and habits, they are all exactly the same as the original body to a large extent.

But after turning back into "Miss Watson", this feeling quickly disappeared.

Miss Watson knows very well that this state will be very helpful for her to pretend to be Ophelia in the future. Although she looks like her, she can't compare to her dead self, but is it used to deceive Hydra's comrades? No problem at all. Thinking of this, she simply relaxed her mind, obeyed her subconscious and let her body continue to mess around.

There’s no one here anyway, right?

But not long after jumping, the ground began to shake again.

The edge of the breach at the top of the cave continued to collapse outwards. Miss Watson avoided the falling rocks with a few moves and ran up the rock wall. But the scale of the collapse was not small, and a huge shadow appeared above - the huge statues built on the mountain on all sides of the altar to commemorate the ancestors were finally destroyed by successive collapses. Miss Watson's sharp eyes saw a few metal objects shining with cold light in mid-air. She walked over and waved her hand, using magnetic force to pull them all over.

By the time they reached the surface, the surrounding mountains were already sliding down, giving them a sense of doomsday collapse.

"God damn it! You can't hurt me!"

Miss Watson glided freely while raising her middle finger, and ran to a nearby flat ground to stop. Further away, large-scale collapses continued, reaching the edge of the village, and the mountains and plains were filled with thick smoke and dust generated by the collapse. Miss Watson didn't care about that at all, and just looked at the things she picked up: "Well, I picked up the first few guns and all the equipment, and I didn't even leave many bullets for me..."

Wait, why do they look familiar?

Is it mine?

It was as if a memory had been awakened, adding another hand to the already chaotic thoughts, making Miss Watson inexplicably irritable. She grabbed a Grizzly pistol and pulled the slide twice subconsciously, but saw no bullet in the chamber. This is obviously a problem with the magazine supply ejecting. When my thumb touched the magazine release button, the pressing feedback was stiffer than expected, and the magazine did not fall down even after pressing it to the end. Miss Watson tried to use her fingers to pick it, only to find that the entire magazine had frozen.

"This poor kid has been freezing for a few days...it doesn't matter, mom will fix it for you!"

Pulling out the magazine with force and ejecting the bullets one by one, the inexplicable feeling of familiarity became stronger and stronger. A slight hallucinatory pain hit the back of her head. Miss Watson frowned and pressed the magazine spring repeatedly with her tentacles until the thing barely regained its elasticity. Her movements gradually sped up, loading the ammunition into the magazine and pulling the slide in one go. The Grizzly pistol rotated several times in her palm and was aimed at the small slope a few meters away.

click!

Firing failed.

"Are you a waste?!" Miss Watson turned the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at her face, yelling: "Can't you shoot this? Will you become soft after being frozen for a few days? You are a grizzly bear pistol! Gray! Bear! Will a grizzly bear freeze for a few days before it can't be beaten? I think your kid is useless! Why don't I give birth to another one..."

boom!

Miss Watson fell to the ground with a pit on her forehead.

A few minutes passed, and the earthquake finally subsided.

This time the collapse was larger and more complete, with most of the valley sinking deeply. The ground, which was originally covered with a thin layer of snow, now looked earthy brown as if it had been plowed by a hoe. Occasionally, some trees were lucky enough to still have their branch crowns exposed, but they had all become crooked. Fungal roots have grown underground for hundreds of years, and their roots are deep and wide. After they are completely calcified, they can actually cause another collapse.

"Nonsence!"

Miss Watson sat up, spit out a big mouthful of mud, and slapped herself twice: "You idiot!"

Perhaps it was this .50AE warhead that made the difference, and the fierce battle in my mind began to ease. Although this was far from the end, it had entered a new stage. She stood up and patted the dirt on her body, put the weapon back on her carrying gear, and finally cast her gaze towards the nearly straight, long and deep ravine not far away.

Who could create such a deep ditch?

Maybe Ultraman used his prostate to brake...

Ah, no, this seems to be the result of the chase and fight between old mother Miranda and me. Miss Watson shook her head and tried to concentrate her thoughts. While moving forward slowly, she sorted out everything she had done since arriving in the village from beginning to end. When the spire of a castle appeared in the distance in her field of vision, she suddenly remembered that she still had the vampire countess and her family of perverted mother and daughter to kill.

The central altar is in such a mess. As one of the four major lords, Ms. Archina Dimitrescu, why don’t you come and see your mother goddess Miranda? What about the promised loyalty?

Ha ha.

Miss Watson suspected that one of the reasons why this woman did not come was because of the villagers. Before accepting Miranda's transformation, Archina already suffered from a blood disease. Even though her body has been strengthened now, she still needs to frequently consume fresh human blood to keep herself healthy. The residents of the village are the main living blood bank within a hundred miles. Therefore, if something big happens, the vampire countess is obviously more likely to worry about her own life than the mother goddess Miranda.

"Well...it didn't collapse."

In the MSG90's scope, Dimitrescu Castle still stands, just like in the game "Resident Evil 8". The entire valley was almost destroyed by fungal roots during the final battle, but the castle suffered no structural damage. . I don’t know if the production team put so much effort into the castle that they were unwilling to let the building collapse.

"Okay, Lara Croft, it's time to go." Miss Watson put her hands on her hips and posed, her eyes dancing back and forth on the scattered gravel piles and trees, planning a fast route. She readjusted the armed straps on her body, suddenly froze, and then curled her lips, showing a sad expression.

"Hey, I don't have any clothes to wear... put some mud on it, put some more mud on it..."