The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"...Agile in action, accurate in shooting, and able to skillfully use various firearms and cold weapons." After the hearing, host Josh held a piece of paper in the conference room and read out the words on it one by one. : "And his physical fitness is far superior to that of ordinary people. At least he is not afraid of attacks from small and medium-caliber firearms. His strength is huge... How did you infer that the strength is huge?"

"We have summarized the status of all the injured."

Brigadier General Ross picked up a stack of documents with photos: "First point, there are no gunshot wounds. You can understand that all the people hit by the attacker's bullets died, which is why we think she has fatal accuracy. The second point is that most of the injuries of the crew were hard contusions and fractures caused by blunt force impact. This is also reflected in many people who died other than bullets. According to analysis, these wounds are basically the same as those of the two large wrenches. It matches, do you want to see it?"

"Uh, no, no need."

Josh rejected the handed document: "You continue."

"According to the descriptions of some of the injured, the wrench hit them in a thrown state, and also smashed many walls in the cabin. Traces can be found on these, so the problem lies here..." Commodore Ross leaned forward. , reached out and grabbed the large wrench in front of him: "This is a double-headed structure design, made of metal, solid, with a total weight of more than 10 pounds. This woman, I don't think she is strong in the picture, can you imagine her breaking it with a wrench? This person’s head? Look, it’s this person.”

He took out a photo and showed it to Josh: "This man is a soldier from the garrison, one of the first armed personnel to encounter the attacker. The front of his skull was completely smashed by a wrench, and it was broken into pieces. Even after his teammates dragged him back, they couldn't Come to the rescue. Is this the effect that a woman can achieve by throwing something? Can you achieve this effect with a fist? What about you? Can you?"

Having said this, Brigadier General Ross suddenly changed direction and pointed at Nick Fury in the shadow.

The latter said nothing and didn't even bother to move.

"The appearance of this swimsuit model is completely opposite to her combat performance. If she hangs out near my door, she will not even arouse my vigilance. This is the most terrifying thing." Brigadier General Ross slammed the document on the table. Lean back in the chair again: "And there's one more thing. Before she left, she threatened Comland that a bomb was installed in the ammunition depot. At that time, the smoke screen had not completely dissipated, and the entire ship had to wait for more than an hour before they dared to go in. Searching, guess what they found? They were nervous for a long time, but in the end they only found two canned homemade bombs that were soaked in sea water! That swimsuit model, she made everyone laugh!"

After taking a breath, Brigadier General Ross stood up again: "Now do you know what I'm worried about? The Raccoon City incident told me that there are people in this world who have more radical and thorough methods than us. And now, in front of us, There's a living 'super soldier' ​​who's stronger, faster, smarter, and doesn't even look 30 years old on the surface. I mean, assuming she's not born a superhuman, but is made into a mutant, then there's no point in that. Doubt, someone is already ahead of us.”

Seeing Josh's silence, Brigadier General Ross stared into his eyes: "You may not know how much effort generations of federals have put into the super soldier project. The form of war has long been changed. This is not about money or humanity. Question, this is an important matter that determines the future of the country. We must not fall behind, do you understand? I will let people continue to follow up on this matter. As for you... go back and have a good talk with your Minister Keller, Let him persuade the president again, and he can no longer hesitate on this matter!"

In the shadows, Nick Fury looked at Josh.

The guy's expression said it all.

The one-eyed man stood up and walked out of the conference room with his hands in his pockets without even saying hello to Brigadier General Ross.

He had all the information he wanted.

"Sir."

Agents Coulson and May, who were sitting on the benches in the hallway outside, stood up.

"Go back to the Washington headquarters." Nick Fury strode forward: "We need to adjust our plan. Phil, you and Melinda are temporarily away from the work of combating black market biological weapons. I need you to help me recruit some scientists."

"No problem at all."

Colson's 'good guy smile' appeared on his face again: "You know I'm good at making friends with people."

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"Dalang, wake up, it's time to drink medicine."

Michelle opened her eyes and met two pink eyes.

"...What time is it now?" Her voice was still slightly hoarse, but Miss Watson was still full of energy, spinning her body and turning on the light as if dancing a ballet. The deliberately dimmed brightness made the room feel a little dazed, which was exactly the same as Michela's current mental state.

"It is now 23:7 pm on the 22rd. You have been sleeping all day."

Miss Watson's eyes were bright: "You have to fill your stomach before taking the medicine. What do you want to eat for dinner?"

"I don't want to eat."

"No, you have to eat."

"I do not want to eat."

"Eat——!" Miss Watson walked to the bed with her arms akimbo and a fierce look on her face: "If you keep talking harshly, I will kiss you!"

Seeing the other party's appearance, Michela couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth and cast a helpless look at Miss Watson. Every time Mr. Watson has turned into Miss Watson, his whole personality, way of speaking and mental state have completely changed, but Watson himself doesn't find it strange at all. Miss Butterfly Knife doesn't have much involvement in psychology, but she is very sure that there is definitely something wrong with her boyfriend/girlfriend.

To be honest, Michela was really not used to getting along with this cow at first.

I never thought...

"what happened?"

Seeing that her girlfriend remained silent, Miss Watson simply climbed onto the bed and deliberately shook her head twice.

"I really feel that I am in love with two people of different genders at the same time." Michelle looked at Miss Watson for a long time and sighed: "Maybe you will find it strange, but every time I get close to you, I I actually feel a little guilty in my heart, especially when I see you like this, I feel like I'm betraying my boyfriend."

"Besides guilt?"

Miss Watson lay down on Michelle's side, showing off her seductive waist and hip curves, with a wicked smile on her face: "Don't you find it exciting?"

"...I now believe that you really have schizophrenia." Michela glanced at her twice and looked away. But how could Miss Watson give up so easily? Keenly aware of the emotion in the woman's tone, he immediately leaned into Michela's ear and whispered: "Don't react like this. Do you know what you look like now? Like a man after having fun, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking a cigarette. The cigarette brought back my senses and pretended that I had done nothing last night. But...did you really not do anything? You are in pain!!!!"

"Don't mention this!"

Michelle reached out and pinched Miss Watson's face hard, and a blush crept up to her ears. Miss Watson could see it clearly, and the smile on her lips did not diminish at all: "Okay, let's talk about last night. You were like a little fool last night, stupid and cute. I want to coax you to go to the toilet. When you go to bed, I still hold you... Do you know what you said in your sleep in my arms?"

"Shut up, I don't want to know." Michela was obviously a little anxious and reached out to cover her girlfriend's mouth.

Miss Watson whined twice: "mum~"

"I kill you!!!!"

The furious Michela turned over and rode over, raising her hand to hit.

After playing around for a few minutes, Miss Butterfly Knife broke into a thin sweat and finally got rid of her sleepy and depressed state. After achieving her goal, Miss Watson rolled out of bed, changed back to Mr. Watson and started to get dressed: "I just took a look and it's still snowing outside. You're not feeling well from your cold now, so you'd better not go out. I'll go downstairs to buy some food. Just bring it back, what do you want? Don't tell me about barbecue, fried chicken, etc. You are still a patient, and you are more suitable for fruits and vegetables... What's wrong with you?"

Turning around to look, Michela was holding a hot water cup and staring at herself silently.

"Hello? Hello?" Watson walked over and patted her face.

"you......"

Looking at the beautiful face in front of her, Miss Butterfly Knife thought about something, but struggled for a long time before taking two deep breaths: "I thought I was getting used to it just now, but you suddenly changed back, and the feeling of separation is really... ...Hell, forget it, you don't have to worry about me, go shopping, let me take my time...Haha!"

The woman suddenly sneezed and almost spilled the hot water.

Watson did not walk away, but slowly sat next to Michela, adjusted the thick coat on his body, and gently took her into his arms. In her sick state, Miss Butterfly Knife is a little softer to hold than usual, and her body temperature is slightly higher, just like a warm baby. Watson likes this feeling very much. As a soldier, women usually don't wear any perfume. Only when they take a shower in a hotel or hotel bathroom, they will smell some soap and shampoo.

As for the rest, it's just a faint smell of sweat. Perhaps due to long-term use of various concoctions, the smell of Michelle's sweat is slightly different from that of normal people, mixed with plant and medicinal smells. Although the specifics cannot be described in words, Watson really likes to hear. Of course, he will definitely not say this.

Suck it...

Michelle took a sip of hot water under her breath, put the cup down, and hugged her boyfriend's body tightly with her backhand. The woman's nose was still unblocked, and the sound of her breathing sounded like sobbing, which further stimulated Watson's protective desire. He finally understands why some men prefer to look for petite and weak partners. Having a soft girl in your arms and acting like a baby is really destructive, making you want to agree to anything, as long as doing so can bring her some comfort.

To give an inappropriate metaphor, it is a bit like a mother coaxing her child.

Perhaps, this should be called fatherhood?

"I'm just... a little confused."

Watson's head in his arms shook slightly and he said this. He stroked his girlfriend's hair and kissed her forehead: "Only when I hold you do I feel like a human being. The same is true for Miss Watson. Although she talks more and acts like a madman in front of you, she loves you very much. You, I promise.”

"Yes, she loves me."

Miss Butterfly Knife raised her face and showed a resentful look: "I should really study psychology when I have time. I really don't understand you people with schizophrenia. If you follow the personality theory, there is a person with such a different personality living in your body. Woman, don't you find it strange? When you came out as Miss Watson, what was your original state? Were you as excited as she was? Or were you thinking? Did the idea of ​​controlling the body come from her or you? Look Wouldn't you feel uncomfortable if I kissed her?"

"I said before, this is similar to when you dress up as a female butcher." Watson stroked Michelle's cheek: "You put the gas mask on your face, completely covering yourself, and then you It's changed, hasn't it? Indifference, cruelty, full of impulses to abuse others, these emotions originate from a part of your heart, and they will only be revealed under the right circumstances. Even now, compared to your physical and mental state Things have gotten a lot better last year, and these things are not going away, right?"

Michela said nothing, just looked at her boyfriend.

The beautiful light purple eyes are filled with an emotion at the moment, like melancholy, helplessness, and sadness. This is not the first time Miss Butterfly Knife has seen her, but she has never been able to understand it.

This deeply disturbed her.

The beautiful boy in front of me is a complex aggregation. I have never been able to figure out its components, logic, and performance. I thought I knew him well enough, but he suddenly changed into another side, some of which were quite similar, and some of which were very different. When I tried to dig deeper, I discovered that this guy didn't even have a fixed gender.

The woman has suspected in her heart more than once that the face in front of her is actually fake.

But she understood that she had already fallen into it.

Especially when facing Miss Watson, the hallucination-like fascination, trembling, temptation and impulse easily overflowed the immune dam of human nature, coupled with a trace of betrayal excitement and guilt, forming a huge wave and tsunami , simply unstoppable. The bottom line in front of it was far from as solid as imagined. It was washed away in just a moment, followed by the second and third times, leaving no wreckage at all. Thinking of this, the woman couldn't help but feel ashamed and confused for herself.

Have I become this person?

"Miss Watson is right about one thing."

Under Watson's gaze, Michela turned her face away and looked away: "...I...I'm not as resistant as I thought."

"This may be a bit strange to say, but I believe you will like her more and more."

Watson let go of his girlfriend, stood up and straightened his coat: "After this, maybe you can be ready to face the next me."

"You next? What do you mean?"

"Don't you understand?" Watson turned around with a half-smile on his face: "There is more than just Miss Watson in my body."