The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Watson turned the button to drain the nutrient solution and opened the operating cabin. What caught the eye was the familiar laboratory furnishings, but there was no one in the dark room, and no one knew how much time had passed. The surface of the instrument with the flashing red light was covered with a thin layer of dust.

How long did I sleep?

How are Howard and Paige doing?

Watson stood up slowly, adjusting to his body. He turned on the lights in the laboratory and turned around to see a suit wrapped in dustproof cloth and a cloth bag on the small table next to the operating room.

Inside the bag were some U.S. dollars and the ID that Peggy had brought to Watson.

The name on it is Watson Katis.

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Stepping forward, the muscle tissue all over his body felt a strong sense of strength. It seemed that the serum had at least enhanced his physical fitness. Watson decided to go out later and secretly find a large truck to test his strength, and then test his speed and neurological reactions.

Walking to the mirror, Watson shook his head from side to side in front of the mirror. My face in the mirror looks a little strange, and it is 70% similar to my previous face: slightly indifferent peach blossom eyes, a handsome nose, and glossy full lips. His face was still so handsome that it was hard to identify his gender, but overall he looked more like an adult.

Touching his silver hair that had grown to his waist, he couldn't help but begin to miss the pale blond hair he had when he first crossed over. At least he wouldn't be so conspicuous when walking on the street.

Just like this, I was in a trance, and my hair in the mirror really turned into pale gold.

Is there something wrong with my eyes? Watson shook his head, picked up a tuft of hair and took a closer look, but the hair color he saw was indeed light blonde. After just restarting and waking up for a few minutes, my brain thought for a long time, and finally remembered that one of the signature abilities of the Black Light Virus seemed to be to change its body.

But is he really infected with the black light virus?

It doesn’t matter, just give it a try.

Watson stared at himself in the mirror, trying to focus his mind on his hair. Soon, under Watson's gaze, his long light blond hair turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It turns out you can really change!

I just don’t know if it’s possible to transform my whole body and face into another person like in the game “Prototype”? When Watson thought of this, he began to concentrate again and tried to become like Howard.

After ten minutes, Watson gave up trying.

He can't.

After staring at his own face in the mirror for a long time, Watson could only control the subcutaneous muscles of his face to make very small changes. Changing the shape of the face, growing wrinkles, or growing a beard is completely impossible. Even changing the shape of facial features such as eyes or lips is very difficult and cannot be maintained for a long time.

But Watson is not without good results.

He found that his ability to control tentacles had significantly improved. Although the number of operable tentacles did not increase much, his control ability during micro-manipulation was significantly enhanced. For example, just now, Watson manipulated his tentacles to tie his hair into a refreshing ponytail. The first time I tied it took nearly 5 minutes, and I became more and more skilled at it.

This time I can really try to cook with my tentacles. Watson opened the sealed clothes on the table and put them on, took the US dollars and ID in the bag, opened the door of the laboratory and walked out.

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There were almost no lights in the corridor, and all along the way were experimental instruments shrouded in darkness. The pipelines on the ceiling spread far along the corridor, creating an atmosphere like a horror movie under the dim and flickering emergency lights. But Watson was not frightened. His excellent night vision was enough for him to observe the details of these objects clearly.

Walking up to the surface floor, my sensitive ears picked up the sirens, gunshots, explosions and screams coming from outside.

There was a war?

While Watson was speeding towards the door, he was thinking about the recent battles in New York after 1990. It would be better if I didn't sleep on the battle in New York where the Chitauri invaded. That would be a lot of fun. Watson thought to himself and gently opened the door of Stark Research Institute.

Through the crack of the opened door, it was night. He saw a group of humanoid monsters on all fours on the street ahead, running quickly towards the police's defense line against fierce bullets.

Well, it looks like this isn't the Great War in New York, but rather a day in troubled New York City.

While the monsters' attention was attracted by the police defense line on the front street, Watson pushed open the door and ran towards the side of the building. But just as he was approaching the garbage disposal station at the entrance of the alley, several humanoid monsters eating corpses discovered him and rushed towards him with hands and feet.

The way the monsters run on the ground is very similar to that of apes, and their appearance is also very uniform: the limbs are slender and flexible, the head is bare, and the blue-gray translucent skin wraps the head full of black blood vessels. What is even more eye-catching is their lower jaw. The entire jaw is split into two flaps. The split extends straight to the neck, from which a disgusting long tongue with a petal-shaped top protrudes.

Reaper, Watson found the identity of this group of monsters in the memory of American comics.

It was the product of failed experiments by vampire scientists seeking immunity to the sun's ultraviolet rays, garlic and silver weapons. Their extremely fast metabolism gives them flexible mobility and a strong body that can resist most conventional bullet damage; however, they consume energy too quickly, and even if they stay still, they will usually starve to death if they don't eat within 24 hours.

The biggest failure is that, except for the single most primitive mother body, the other reapers have no sense at all. They only act according to their hunger instincts and cannot even be obedient as cannon fodder.

Just when Watson recalled the identities of these monsters, several reapers had already rushed towards him. Watson took two steps forward and jumped forward. His legs exploded with amazing jumping power, and he reached the garbage pile where the reapers were before. Seeing that the two sides exchanged positions, several reapers hurriedly stopped their forward movement and turned back to rush over like puppies being played with.

Watson didn't mean to play with them, he just didn't want to expose his bone blade and soil his suit to the modern city surveillance network. After all, I am used to sticky blood and clay, but what is flowing from the bodies of those reapers, who knows what.

When several reapers rushed to the garbage dump, Watson finally found a 1-meter-long iron pipe from the ground.

Shortly avoiding the attack of the latest Reaper, Watson then flipped over the second Reaper with a side flip. Using the power of his body rotation, Watson waved the iron pipe in his hand towards the last Reaper. smashed into the face.

tom!

With a muffled sound, the iron pipe weighing several kilograms was swung by Watson with the force and weight of a war hammer, and hit the Tianling Cap on the reaper's head head-on at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye. It didn't even hum. The entire upper part of its head sunk in, and its body was like a high-speed car hitting a solid low obstacle. It did a tragic front somersault and flew several meters away, lying on the ground twitching.

The remaining two reapers failed to cause any effective damage to Watson. Although their evasive movements are very flexible, they are only compared to ordinary people. They are completely unsightly when encountering Watson's type. , so he swung the iron pipe and smashed their heads one by one.

After mending it a few more times with iron pipes, and observing for a while to confirm that there was no possibility of resurrection for these reapers whose bodies and heads were separated, Watson began to display his traditional skill: climbing stairs.

Standing on the roof of the building and looking at Staten Island, New York, where the Stark Research Institute is located, flames were burning everywhere on the streets, and piles of damaged cars could be seen everywhere on the main roads, and many of the flames came from them. . In addition, gunshots and screams also continued to appear in various neighborhoods, giving a sense of deja vu when the virus broke out in Raccoon City (Lyken City) in the 1998 Resident Evil crisis.

But this is not a Resident Evil. In Watson's memory, the creature "Reaper" originated from Marvel's comic book adaptation "Blade Runner 2". There's nothing much to say about the plot. It's just a story about a vampire scientist who got away with creating this uncontrolled species and had to ask the protagonist Blade to help eliminate it. During this period, the two sides plotted against each other.

But the group of reapers in the original movie had all been wiped out by Blade's men in the sewers long ago. How could they be like now when groups of reapers were running around in the streets and even attracted the police? Watson felt a little confused as he watched several Reapers climb up the outer wall of the building, smash a window, and get in amidst the faint screams of terror coming from inside. However, he soon stopped worrying about this issue. After all, he felt that the main reason why the original film placed the main battlefield in the sewer may be due to insufficient budget.

If the director was given another 2 million, he might dare to make Blade 2 into Resident Evil .

Watson jumped between rooftops and moved several blocks. The first thing he did was to find something to hide his identity. He soon discovered a gun store on the corner. Stepping through the broken glass door frame, there was no one in the store, the shelves were dumped on the ground, leaving only blood stains and fine human remains on the floor telling the story of the tragedy that had happened.

Ten minutes later, Watson came out fully armed, wearing a gas mask and a full set of joint protective gear. He is said to be fully armed, but in fact he has more swords than guns. In addition to the bullpup Remington M870 shotgun on his back and the 6-inch Colt Python revolver on his waist, there are more cold weapons of different lengths.

For example, Watson brought two of the famous Gurkha scimitars (commonly known as dog-leg knives), several military daggers of various types, and even a multi-functional tactical stick. But even so, he still put on a tactical vest and chest bag, stuffed with a total of nearly a hundred rounds of No. 2 shotshells and .12 Magnum bullets.

At first glance, it looks like an upgraded version of the thug in a suit.

He easily smashed the heads of several reapers with his stick. For a while, there were no groups of creatures nearby, only a few scattered reapers still wandering around. Watson, who couldn't read English signs, explored the shops on the sidewalk one by one. He had to find a phone to see if he could contact Howard or Carter. If not, he could try to contact Master Wang of Kama Taj (this Speak Mandarin).

It would be great if Master Gu Yi also had a mobile phone, but it's a pity that she really doesn't want to.

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While walking and fighting, Watson used all the weapons on his body, but he couldn't find any store that looked like selling mobile phones. But he was not in a hurry. Smashing and chopping these reapers was a rare opportunity for him to fight, especially since most of the reapers were attracted by the police's firepower, and the remaining ones were just the right size.

Just perfect for testing new body functions.

After the enhancement of the super soldier serum, Watson's body's energy reserves and consumption ratio have undergone benign changes. He has continued to fight without feeling obvious hunger; and his nerve reflexes have also been enhanced to the point where he can Slowing down the enemy's movements in the field of vision, but this requires Watson to concentrate, and the slowdown is only about 15%.

At least for instant aiming and shooting, the advantages are already obvious.

With hours of constant fighting, the unfamiliarity of using knives, sticks and firearms has slowly disappeared, and Watson feels that every movement he makes is becoming more and more natural and skillful. Now if Steve and I were to fight again, maybe it would be a 50-50 tie, Watson thought to himself.

Another hour passed, and Watson returned to the street after replenishing some energy from a bakery. He had to start thinking about finding phones from some relatively intact corpses of passers-by, but when he saw the public phone booth on the roadside, Watson realized: Why don't I just use the phone from the cashier? How about getting some coins to call a public phone?

I'm so stupid.

After a lot of trouble, Watson finally got through the call.