The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Michela opened her eyes and saw that her finger had poked into a chest.

"Are you having a nightmare?" The gentle voice continued, and a cold feeling quickly came on the forehead: "You suddenly trembled all over just now, waving your hands and feet wildly and still mumbling. Did you hold me for too long? Got a cold? I said you shouldn't hold me to sleep, I'm as cold as a corpse..."

"Relax."

The woman squinted her eyes again and rubbed her head against Watson's chest, feeling the delicate skin infected by her own body temperature: "I am the doctor. As long as the quilt is thick enough, you won't catch a cold. Remember? "

"...Should I remember this kind of thing?"

"uh-huh……"

With a drowsy groan, Miss Butterfly Knife's breathing rate became gentle again, but she was still far from falling asleep. Looking at Michelle's sleeping face, Watson still feels a little unreal. Although I had been mentally prepared for this on the way here, the whole thing was like a hangover dream. He slid his fingertips over the woman's soaked shoulders, and there was still some sweat on them that had not dried up. Under the thin sheets, the body was still hot, and he held his waist firmly with one leg.

The sound of rain outside the window gradually became smaller.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but Michela in his arms suddenly said a few words. Her voice was still hoarse. Even if the two of them came together, Watson still didn’t hear what the other person said clearly: "What's wrong? Are you cold?"

"I said... I'm hungry." The woman raised her face, her eyes under the messy hair were a bit cunning, completely different from the sadness and sullenness she had when we last met: "Just make some barbecue. The hotel will provide this kind of meal service before 10 o'clock in the evening. The menu is on the bedside. Can you please call and talk to the front desk? Take care of me, the injured?"

"no problem."

Watson reached out to help Michelle comb her hair: "But why did you suddenly become a wounded person?"

"You did a good job."

Michela opened her mouth and nibbled on Watson's chest muscle: "You are simply a monster."

"How can this be all my fault? After all, when you call me a sissy, you have to be prepared to bear the consequences. This is one of the easiest ways to stimulate a man." Watson did not intend to bite back, but continued to move the sheets to Shangti said: "You asked for this. I'm glad you realize how powerful I am. If you want to win back the victory, you are welcome to come to me at any time."

"Then wait for you to spend 5 minutes to boil hot water?"

The woman quickly found a way to fight back, pointing to the hot water bottle on the table next to her and laughing out loud: "Hahaha... This is the first time I have seen someone dare to go to the toilet and pour boiling water into their crotch. Are you serious? You're not afraid of being burned, Mr. Watson. Do you think your body's heat tolerance is enough to allow you to jump directly into boiling water and take a bath?"

"It's not because you said it was cold!"

Watson bit his lower lip and stretched his cold left hand directly into the quilt. Michelle shuddered and immediately resisted with a coquettish smile. However, the woman's hoarse voice now sounded painful. After half a minute of playfulness, Watson quickly gave up the fight. While resisting Miss Butterfly Knife's unrelenting pursuit, he grabbed the bedside phone to order food.

The spacious bedroom quickly became quiet.

As time went by, the rain was almost over. Michela still had no intention of getting up and moving. She slowly crawled along the muscle lines of Watson's chest with her fingertips and touched her armpits. However, because of the touch, to the cold skin and shrink back. Although the other party never said it clearly, it was not very comfortable to hold such a cold body. That is to say, the weather was hot now, and in autumn and winter, it would be torture to sleep together.

Previous fears have become a reality.

But how do I solve this problem?

Taking his left arm out of the quilt and hanging it on the edge of the bed, shaking it subconsciously, Watson quickly came up with an answer:

Desperate Virus.

The first version of the Extremis virus was created by genetic biologist Maya Hansen in 1999. In addition to enhancing the physical properties of animals and plants, such as strength and body strength, it also brings extremely strong regenerative capabilities, allowing damaged limbs to To grow again, which is Dr. Maya Hansen's main purpose. But on the other hand, the Extremis Virus will also cause the body of the "host" to continuously and uncontrollably generate high-energy heat. It is also very picky when it comes to selecting subjects. The more the subject's body cannot adapt to the Extremis Virus, the higher the fever will be. The more intense it is and the more easily it gets out of control, it will eventually lead to the body burning and exploding.

In the Marvel movie "Iron Man 3", just a pot of experimental plant with broken leaves, its explosion range and shock wave were enough to cover the entire small room. After being injected into the human body, the Extremis virus is even more powerful. Once the subject burrows into a crowded area, the degree of damage caused by the explosion is no less than that of a bomb attack.

"Playboy" Tony Stark had a hand in the process.

At a New Year's Eve conference in Bern, Switzerland, in 1999, he met the young and beautiful Dr. Maya Hansen and spent a romantic night. Apart from the sensory factors, the main reason why Maya came to Tony was to obtain financial support for her desperate virus project. However, geniuses are not unreasonable after all, and this pleasure in bed cannot prevent Tony's brain from thinking. After waking up, he wrote an equation to perfect the terminal virus, and then left without mercy.

The problem is that this happened at the end of 1999.

It is still March 1998.

Due to his previous interference, the elder Howard and his wife escaped the assassination, and had not yet experienced the drastic family change of losing their parents. It was difficult to say what kind of state Tony, the big dog, was in now. There is of course no doubt about his talent and talent, but I am afraid that this guy is just having fun all day long, and his level has not yet reached the level where he can write that formula just thinking about it. Taking a step back, it is still unknown whether Tony will go to Bern, Switzerland to attend the New Year's Eve conference this time!

Not easy to handle.

Am I going to find a way to kidnap Maya Hansen?

Well, there is still plenty of time, I can plan slowly. As he was thinking about it, Watson's shaking left hand suddenly hit a cold hard object. He stuck his head out and saw an M9 pistol hidden in the gap of the bedside table. Everyone in the Wolf Pack basically has their weapons marked, and the symbol at the base of the grip of this pistol represents "Bertha" Michela. Although it is a rule for mercenaries to keep their guns close to their bodies, the current environment, combined with the other party's previous performance, has to make Watson have other suspicions.

Noticing Watson's gaze, Michela leaned forward and gave him a shallow kiss. Then she put her hand directly on Watson's face and began to caress his nose and lips. The smile on the corner of the woman's mouth was undisguised, and the look of love and obsession in her eyes was clearly visible, even a bit crazy: "Now...you are mine..."

"Shouldn't it be me who says this?"

"No, that's what I'm going to say."

After a while of silence, Watson looked into Michela's eyes and finally decided to throw out his doubts: "The pistol you hid on the bedside table before... If I had chosen to refuse at that time, wouldn't you have Are you going to shoot yourself in the head?"

"What? Isn't it normal for our industry to carry a gun with us?"

Looking at each other for a few seconds, Miss Butterfly Knife looked away and buried her face in Watson's arms again, leaving only a faint sentence: "You are not the only abnormal person in this room..." .”

"Then it seems we both have a big problem."

"Who says it's not?"

......

An hour later, Watson hung up the phone on the balcony and silently looked at the gradually clearing night sky. The phone call just now was made to Mrs. Carter. Calculating the time, London was about 3 hours ahead of Rio de Janeiro, so the original dinner greeting turned into a good night before going to bed. The topic this time is relatively simple, that is Bucky Barnes. Unfortunately, the Winter Soldier has no signs of recovery and is lying in the ice coffin like a real corpse...

He was probably really dead.

I just don’t know how Steve will face this matter after he wakes up. From Watson's personal understanding, once the truth is exposed, Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter may not turn against each other, but they will definitely not return to the quasi-couple relationship they once had - rather, unless they can ensure that they can completely conceal it, It is better to tell him the matter as it is, as the consequences of deliberately concealing it are often more serious.

Paige thought the same thing.

After talking about this matter, the old lady's 67th birthday party next month became heavy. After the two briefly talked about the follow-up progress of the assassination incident, they said good night to each other and hung up the phone. In view of the embarrassing result of talking about love last time, Watson certainly has no intention of telling the other party about the latest status of his love life this time.

In the bedroom behind her, Michela put on a short-sleeved coat and sat on the bedside eating barbecue. After chewing with her for a while, Watson finally found a chance to be in a daze. The black light body couldn't sleep, and lying in bed was a waste of time, so for him, being in a daze had long become a state of rest.

Empty your brain and thoughts and reorganize them.

The questions that Miss Watson was too lazy to think about could only be thrown at Mr. Watson's head. I thought that Michela would soon ask what Watson's "unsaid things" were before, but now the woman looked like she was in love and seemed to have completely forgotten what happened at noon. So now Mr. Watson also plans to put things aside first and spend the vacation in Rio de Janeiro, and think about other things later. Thinking of this, he grabbed the .50 Beowulf rifle beside him and began to maintain the bolt.

When I went to Luper's room to pick up the equipment, the French wife gave her a teasing smile the whole time. She probably heard something in the afternoon. Watson must have ignored this shameless behavior and moved his boxes of arms away with a dead eye. He was also afraid that if he stayed too long, Kalena might say something dirty. .

Ding!

A 12.7x42mm Beowulf bomb fell to the floor.

It's a pity that this powerful rifle has not been used a second time since it was shipped from the factory. On the one hand, the unique size of the ammunition makes it difficult to replenish quickly; on the other hand, due to its short length, the firing charge is far less than that of the .50BMG bullet of the same caliber, so the warhead will fall rapidly at medium distances and above, and the accuracy will also be greatly affected. , only suitable for close combat within 200m.

Watson originally ordered this weapon largely to thwart Hydra's assassination of Mrs. Carter on the plane.

But as long as the distance is right...

This is still a big killer.

Immediately afterwards, Watson saw the pair of T-shaped swords again.

They come from "Clockwork Man" Carl Laprecht Kronen, a former Clockwork Man who could wield a T-shaped sword and block flying bullets with incredible reflexes. After obtaining these weapons, Watson's overall fighting style has been moving towards Clockwork Man for a while, but it has never reached the level of the original body.

Maybe I can try it this time.

"Looking at your collection?"

The sliding window door was opened, and Michela leaned against the door frame. The short-sleeved coat she wore barely covered her buttocks, revealing a pair of slender legs. It happened that the breeze was blowing at this moment, and the corners of the coat were gently lifted. The warm balcony light illuminated the few inches of skin on the lower abdomen, and the black lace fabric that swayed slightly at the bottom, reflecting an alluring maturity and charm.

"...I haven't touched them for a while." Watson put down the T-shaped sword, opened the box of the AWM sniper rifle, raised the scope and looked into the distance: "This is really a pity. Do you know of any shooting range or something like that in the city? Maybe we can go there in a few days?"