The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

After actively hugging Watson in an attempt to stick out his tongue and bite him, and then having his right hand ripped off by Watson, Chad Norma ran back to the crowd of reapers with his cut belly covered, and never dared to do so again. come out. Watson, on the other hand, concentrated on entering bullet time and began to chop down the hairless reapers around him one by one.

This is the first time Watson has allowed his body to fire up.

It's a bit like entering the state when playing a real-time strategy game. The calm brain, precise eyes and sensitive ears achieve a high degree of coordination, and the furious hand speed perfectly executes every command issued. He quickly rotated his body among the reapers, and what passed before his eyes was a terrifying face with a split jaw, tongue hanging out, and an extremely uniform expression.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a head coming towards him. Without looking back, Watson turned around and kicked the opponent's head accurately, as naturally as if he were controlling a mouse to swing a gun, without any hesitation; then followed with his right foot. Landing on the ground, he took advantage of the turning point and threw out a nearly 270° whip kick to clear the air in front of him, then turned around and slashed the head of the reaper coming from behind; the last one jumped up on the spot and kicked another opponent who was jumping in the air. The reaper took advantage of the situation and jumped onto the building next to him to change his position again, and the cycle started again.

Of course, he doesn't succeed every time. The damaged suit covered with scratches is proof of the number of times he fails. Fortunately, after being surrounded, Watson could still rely on his brute force to break out of the encirclement.

"Go help him!"

The first one to shout was Blade. Most of the hundreds of reapers on the field had swarmed over to Watson because of the need to protect the mother body. There were only twenty or thirty Reapers left to attack Blade and the others, so it was not enough. Cause too much trouble. However, on the one hand, several people were exhausted from fighting continuously, and on the other hand, they were dragged down by the lame old man Whistler, so Blade and Nissa were unable to adopt roaming tactics.

After a hard fight, the besieging enemies were finally solved, and the Blades immediately ran to support Watson.

Ten minutes later, the battle ended.

Chad Norma has long disappeared. It's not that he doesn't want to continue to mobilize the Reapers to deal with Watson and the others, but that the Reapers spreading in Staten Island have encountered new troubles.

That was the reaction of the New York police. In the movie, the belated arrival of the police and the military is mostly for dramatic effect, but in reality this is not the case. Within an hour of encountering the Reaper outbreak, the New York police went out in full force, blocking all major bridges leading to the entire Staten Island, and gradually moved inward.

After the heavy weapons borrowed for free from the army joined the battlefield, the New York police basically had a combat effectiveness comparable to that of a regular army infantry squad. With the intervention of helicopters and armored vehicles more than ten minutes ago, the situation of the battle quickly reversed. The shortcomings of the Reapers' lack of long-range attack capabilities are clearly revealed at this time. Their bodies also lack sufficient protective capabilities. When faced with an overwhelming number of bullets with an average caliber exceeding 7.62 mm, they can withstand a few rounds or more than a dozen rounds. The difference is not big.

Although Chad Norma, the mother of the Reapers, can command the Reapers, he is still not so abnormal that he can share the vision of a single person. Therefore, when he visited the scene and found that the Reapers were at a disadvantage, he had to order a retreat and shift the target to densely populated residential areas in an attempt to infect more of the same kind.

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The perspective returned to Watson. After an extremely awkward conversation in plastic English, the Blades finally understood that he did not speak English. Throwing away the two Nepalese army knives in his hand that had been curled up, Watson walked into a nearby convenience store under the gazes of the Blades and others, pulled out the cash register and fished out a handful of coins, and then said to them leisurely. He said "goodbye" and turned to leave.

"Thanks for the gun, kid."

As the old man Whistler said goodbye, Watson put the gun on his shoulder in one hand and the ammunition bag in the other, leaving a cool figure on the back of the Blades. The night wind blew up the hem of Watson's suit jacket, and the scene looked like a movie poster. Dao Feng, who was watching from a distance, took out his sunglasses from his arms and put them on. He suddenly felt that he understood this guy who didn't understand the language in his heart.

The embarrassment is only temporary.

Man, being cool is a lifelong thing.

......

After finding another fast food restaurant to replenish his energy, Watson walked slowly on the street. He fired a few bullets with his gun, used the sound of the gun to attract the reapers wandering nearby, and then beat them to death with a few sticks. Whether it was his own illusion or too many kills tonight, Watson felt that the number of reapers was obviously less.

At this time, a reaper's howl came from a nearby store. This usually only represents one situation, that is, there are still living people inside who have not died for a while, otherwise the screams of humans will be heard. Watson stopped, hesitant to go in and help.

It seemed like this was the first time I encountered this situation. Although there are only two choices in this matter, to help or not to help, the meanings represented by these two options are completely different. Panic voices began to be heard in the store, like an urgent countdown, urging Watson to make a decision as soon as possible.

Why do you think there are so many things? Watson slapped himself on the head several times.

"Hesitating means wanting to buy."

If you hesitate here, doesn't it mean that you already have this idea in your mind? When Watson thought of this, he forcibly stopped his random thoughts and walked towards the store next to him.

Stepping lightly through the broken floor-to-ceiling window, a Reaper was violently hitting the closed door of the employee room. Several shouts filled with fear came from behind the door. Watson swung the tactical stick in his hand and hit the Reaper with his back facing him in the lower back. There was a crisp "click" sound, and the entire lumbar spine of the Reaper's lower back was dented, and the roots were obviously broken.

"Ow!!!!"

The reaper screamed and used both hands to turn around, but without the linkage of the lower body, its movements at this time looked a bit like a flipped turtle flopping around, which was full of comedy.

Watson stepped on its back and pushed it to the spacious floor on the side. After all, the corner where the employee room door was located was a bit narrow, and it was really inconvenient for him to swing the long stick in his hand.

Snapped!

A stick hit the back of the head, and the reaper's entire body stiffened, but his limbs were still twitching.

Snapped!

Another stick, and it stopped moving completely.

Snapped!

Rotten.

Watson didn't make any fancy moves at all, and he knocked on the stick two more times before stopping. Based on his experience of fighting Reapers for a night, these guys would definitely die if their heads were separated; in addition, if their heads were severely damaged, they would be completely incapacitated. After all, the limbs and joints are okay, but the energy required to repair the head is too great, and the reaper's body cannot bear such consumption.

Watson ignored the few survivors in the employee room. He turned around and walked out of the store, wandering aimlessly. When he met a survivor, he would go over to help and leave after helping. Some people saw him, but Watson didn't pay attention to anything they said. After all, except for words of thanks, he really couldn't understand other English words.

As for the buildings in the distance, Watson had no intention of running there. It was one thing to help him when he happened to meet him. It was another thing to go to a street or even a city to help. That was a superhero. A matter of talent.

He's not a superhero, and he doesn't want to be.

But even so, Watson still ran into a little trouble.

"How about... can you become a young lady and show me?" He sat on a bench on the street and turned to look at this person who appeared next to him out of nowhere and followed him for most of the way. The little one is so dark.

That's a black cat.

Its movements did not alarm any of Watson's sensitive senses. It wasn't until he happened to turn his head and saw those green eyes shining brightly in the dark night that Watson realized that he was being followed by a cat. Watson concentrated on observing the little thing walking lightly in front of him, but no matter where his feet were, Watson could not hear a sound or smell a smell.

Even when I see it, I ignore it unconsciously.

This cat is very strange.

Despite thinking this way, Watson still habitually adopted his habit of petting cats in his previous life. Touching the top of the head, scratching the chin and patting the lower back, the black cat also started to respond very cooperatively. Yes, 'cooperate'. Watson inexplicably felt that the cat was just cooperating with him. It didn't even make the 'purr' sound that cats make when they feel comfortable.

As if tired of this kind of game, the black cat jumped away from Watson and disappeared into the alley with brisk steps.

Not a single sound was made from beginning to end.

Watson didn't know which alien creature or magician had just met him, or whether it was completely his own illusion. Since a cat appeared instead of a dragon or other monster, he didn't bother to dig into it. Watson stood up and looked at the street where there was no movement, and began to think about whether to go further to another street.

He had no intention of chasing the black cat. The half year at Kama Taj proved that his magic resistance was basically zero. The water in New York is deep. With my limited abilities, I might as well go bully the reapers. At least they will really die if they smash their heads.

But this idea came to an end after encountering an advance team of the New York Police from a distance. Watson realized that the human side had begun to take control of the situation, and the electronic clock he just saw from the store window showed that it was not far from dawn. . So Watson didn't waste any more time and turned around and walked to the public phone box on the corner.

Under the eaves in the distance, the black cat stared at Watson's back, with a hint of human indifference on the cat's face.

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The rising sun is like fire.

Staten Island, New York, spent a short but long night amid sirens, gunshots, smoke and lights. Watson, who was staying on the roof of a commercial building, silently watched the dawn light fill the entire island little by little. In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the day when the war ended in Heidelberg in 1944.

I wonder if Steve wakes up? Watson stared at the messy streets downstairs in a daze. At this time, the roar of the engine on the horizon became more and more obvious, and the helicopter sent by Carter finally arrived.

Carter very considerately sent two additional soldiers who could speak German. After confirming the previously agreed upon password, the helicopter took off again.

Without much of the excitement of flying in a helicopter for the first time, Watson just quietly looked out the window at the slowly sinking city. Those painful howls and bloody limbs seemed to have gradually faded away, but they kept reappearing around them like auditory hallucinations and hallucinations. Listening to the regular sound of the engine in his ears, Watson's eyes slowly closed behind the mask.

The helicopter's metal fuselage shone with dazzling sunlight as it flew toward the distant sky.