The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

The heavily armored policewoman wore a pair of large sunglasses, but this did not prevent Watson from recognizing her. As a super first-tier city, the New York Police Department will certainly not have any problems in terms of funding. The entire SWAT team wears slim-fit combat uniforms with all kinds of accessories. They are both practical and beautiful, so they cannot cover up the two female police officers. The graceful curves of long legs. Coupled with sunglasses and a military-style cap, the strong heroic spirit is completely highlighted.

Watson really likes this genre.

However, after finishing her sentence against reporter White, the blond policewoman strode across the blockade without looking back, leaving the black reporter in embarrassment, and the scene then switched back to the live broadcast room. Seeing that the female host's face had obviously just been retouched with makeup, Watson lost interest in continuing to watch and stood up to take out a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator.

Om-!

The phone vibrated.

This is a transfer message, and another amount of money has been added to the account of Deathstroke "Slade Wilson". This is funds from an account in England of Mrs. Viper. Watson has not visited England for a long time, but Renato Dodd, a joint agent with a good reputation, is still handling the accounts for him. Of course, Watson will not really transfer all of Mrs. Viper's inheritance. Anyway, the money will not escape if it is left there. And decentralization also has its advantages. It is really not easy to get things done in many remote places with just an international account in the mercenary industry.

In addition to mercenary accounts, Watson only has a few local accounts in the United States and England, but they are all handled through mercenary industry joint agents. In terms of procedures, there won't be any big problems with them, but they are indeed not as real and secure as accounts opened by local residents, so Watson does not plan to put too much money in them. Regardless of what US federal law says about the inviolability of private property, if they really want to kill someone, they have too many reasons and ways to do it.

What's more, the mercenary profession is inherently shady.

How to "hide" money well is a college question.

"What are you looking at?"

At this moment, Michela came out wearing a bathrobe.

"watch the news."

Watson poured a sip of Coke into his mouth: "Did you sleep well?"

"Slept well." Miss Butterfly Knife sat down close to her boyfriend, glanced at the picture on the TV, and asked, "Why didn't I see Lisa? Where did you take her?"

"Now are you willing to call me Lisa?"

Gently holding his girlfriend's shoulders, Watson gave her a kiss on the forehead: "You are right, Lisa is a creature driven by killing instinct after all. Apart from me, she cannot distinguish friendly targets, stay with you There’s a threat all around, so I can’t let Lisa stay here any longer.”

"Humph."

Michela adjusted her position and lay comfortably in Watson's arms: "If you want me to help you make poison, we have to buy a lot of professional equipment. And you can't expect me to do it in this apartment. To live, I need a remote and safe place, otherwise if there is a gas leak, many people will die."

"I know, I'll figure it out."

Seeing his girlfriend squinting her eyes again, Watson stopped talking and allowed her to fall asleep in his arms. Last night, the two of them were not just focused on a duel in front of Lisa. How to return to Hydra as Mrs. Viper was also a topic they discussed seriously after they calmed down. The biggest difficulty is that the Black Light Virus cannot imitate Mrs. Viper's iconic venomous ability. This woman has been famous for her venom for many years, so in the eyes of Hydra members, if she doesn't know how to use venom, she can't call herself "" Viper".

I have to admit that Watson's current black light virus body, apart from being able to imitate the appearance of Mrs. Viper, has basically nothing to do with the latter in terms of abilities. Anyone who can become the leader within Hydra is not stupid, and it is even more impossible to expect them to believe that their abilities will change drastically after being "reborn". If you insist on doing this, it will easily make these leaders more vigilant. It is better to find ways to maintain some of the original characteristics of Mrs. Viper, which will be more convincing.

And Miss Butterfly Knife happens to be good at this job.

Nerve agents, erosive agents, incapacitating agents... Rather, apart from gutting people, this is what Michela likes to do the most. If she hadn't had no choice in the first place, she would definitely not have done it. Will come out and mix with mercenaries. Even on the battlefield, when faced with a rare opportunity like interrogating prisoners, Michela would not forget to use his hobbies and expertise.

My girlfriend is really...

What is there to say?

Chickens go with chickens, dogs go with dogs, little perverts go with mental illness.

Maybe it’s the two of us.

"...South of the Caribbean Sea, the federal navy recently held a military exercise." On the TV screen, the female host had already begun to broadcast the next news. In the background picture was the picture of a warship launching missiles: "Serving as a target The ship's derelict freighter was successfully destroyed, and this military exercise combined with the Brazilian Navy..."

Could this be Yuri's ship?

Watson frowned. It wasn't until the guide played the distant view of the burning freighter that he recognized it from the overall structure of the ship. This was the ship belonging to arms dealer Yuri. From this point of view, the U.S. Federation has come to a conclusion about this secret operation. Just as it suspected at the time, it teamed up with the Brazilian government to use the name of a maritime military exercise. As for the SEALs, Marines and destroyer crew members who were killed or injured, the news media will probably not know.

And that Captain Comran.

I guess he's going to be in bad luck.

......

"Watson!"

At 8:21 pm, in the Stark Manor on Long Island, old Howard smiled and greeted his old comrades whom he had not seen for a long time: "I'm so glad to see you! I thought you had forgotten me! The last time we met was Last fall, I was wondering if I should give you a call...oh, who is this lady?"

"Michelle." Watson introduced to Howard: "My girlfriend."

"Your girlfriend? Then I have to get to know you. I'm very happy to meet you, beautiful lady." Old Howard raised his eyebrows and turned to shake hands with Michela: "Watson probably doesn't know, but we were both Are you betting, what kind of woman can be worthy of him? I guess you must have a very special charm to make Watson fascinated by you, right? "

"It's hard for me to say otherwise."

Hearing the word "charm", Michela's expression was a little complicated.

"Come on, let's go in." Old Howard waved and walked forward first: "You told me on the phone before that the combat uniform was damaged by grenade fragments? It really can't withstand such power."

"That's right, but you know that's not the only reason why I came today. How is Maria now?"

Old Howard didn't answer immediately. He walked with a slightly stooped figure for more than ten steps before he let out a heavy sigh. He looked completely different from the happy look just now: "Maria is still alive, and I have rescued her. But, She is far from what she was before the accident, and she is in very bad condition now. Every time I see Maria like that... Watson, I have a feeling that I may lose her soon."

The three of them walked all the way into the underground of the manor. Compared with the scene when Watson visited last time, a more complete disinfection and sterilization and air filtration system has been installed here. The various pharmaceutical equipment they saw along the way were impressive. Sheila's eyes lit up. However, Watson has disclosed the situation in advance and reminded himself not to reveal too much information, so Miss Butterfly Knife will certainly not ruin the atmosphere at this time.

"Here we are."

Standing in front of a huge, thick observation window, Howard pressed the operating panel, and the soft warm light turned on, revealing a thin woman sitting in a wheelchair on the other side. Watson tried hard to combine the image of Maria Stark in his mind with the picture in front of him, but it was still hard for him to believe that the withered body in the wheelchair with a haggard face and almost all hair fell out was a woman who was once famous in the music industry. pianist. Just looking at that drooping face, Watson could feel a strong sense of death, just like several dying old people he had seen in his previous life.

"The toxin almost destroyed Maria's immune system."

The old man squeezed the railing tightly: "It wasn't until two months ago that I completely removed this influence from her body. The price is that she looks like a cancer patient now, like a cancer patient who has undergone chemotherapy. I must let Maria stay in the room." In the germ room, any bacteria or virus could kill her, and I had to wear an isolation suit when in contact with her."

"Is she awake now?"

Watson looked at Howard's profile. It had only been more than half a year, and he was already much older: "I remember Maria is ten years younger than you. Is it possible for her to recover?"

"She can't be considered conscious now. She can only be said to be confused. She's lucky that she didn't develop into insanity and self-harm." Howard lowered his head, his voice still very low: "As for the possibility of recovery...it is indeed possible. But the odds are hard to say. This is not a research experiment. If a breakthrough fails, you can try again countless times. If Maria can't pass this level... God... I really hope it's me in the wheelchair. .”

"Well, I hope she gets better."

In order to ease the atmosphere, after leaving the manor underground, Watson chose to turn the topic to Howard's son Tony Stark: "Where is our playboy? Last time you told me that he started doing something serious?"

"Oh, Tony he..."

When talking about his biological son, Howard Sr.'s mood obviously improved a few points: "I told you that you may not believe it. In fact, I don't believe it myself. Tony has now started studying biomedicine and basically locks himself in the room at night. "He wouldn't go into detail with me, but I know Tony and he hates losing Maria as much as I do."

"He still has some conscience, otherwise I will beat him up for you."

"Yes."

Leading Watson and Michela into the living room, Howard Sr. put his hands in his trouser pockets and laughed: "After you left, Tony still pressed Jarvis for your information. He was very concerned about you in those days. At that time, you I still have the secret video. You said you wanted to extort a large amount of money from him, right? But I want to know more about that brat’s reaction when he finds out you are a man. Promise me, you will be sure to show it to him. Take me with you."

"...Is there such a thing?"

Michelle blinked and gave her boyfriend a perverted look.

"Well, I'll tell you what you want to hear when I get back." Watson was a little embarrassed, so he said this to Michela, and then quickly stopped Howard Sr.: "Let's talk about the combat uniform, shall we?"

Old Howard had a smile on his lips and picked up a bottle of whiskey by himself, completely ignoring Watson's objection: "Michelle, you have to know that your boyfriend was famous for his beauty in the Allied camp. There are people watching everywhere. Colonel Phillips specifically asked him to live in my laboratory and not go out if possible. Otherwise, when Watson walks into the male soldiers' dormitory, he will howl all over the place. These soldiers have no culture. , My body is exhausted from fighting every day, and I might die on the battlefield one day. Most people wouldn’t care about Watson’s true gender, if Steve hadn’t been there to stop her..."

"uh-huh."

Listening to her boyfriend's stories, Miss Butterfly Knife entered a state of excitement at a speed visible to the naked eye. She took the wine glass and poured it into her mouth. Watson was completely out of ideas this time, so he could only sit on the sofa with his lips curled up and listen to his girlfriend chatting with old Howard. Fortunately, Miss Butterfly Knife was from a wealthy family after all, so she kept the proper conversational etiquette in mind and would not say anything transgressive. And Howard Stark is 80 years old this year, otherwise Watson would definitely not give this face.

...Forget it, it's rare for an old man to be happy.

More than half an hour slipped away in a joyous atmosphere. It wasn't until the bottle of whiskey was completely drunk that Old Howard stood up slowly holding on to the sofa: "Hey, look at me, I didn't get a few drinks when I was young. Drinking makes this happen. Watson knows that, I drank with him once during World War II, but I stopped drinking with him after that because he, like Steve, couldn’t get drunk at all!”

"You're 80 years old, you shouldn't drink anymore."

Watson frowned.

"Yes! I'm 80 years old! Beautiful boy." The old man was obviously a little drunk, but he was still conscious: "When you live to my age, you have to find ways to make yourself more happy and maintain a good attitude, otherwise it will soon It will be lost to time. I have already given away too many old friends from the past era. Now Maria needs me and Tony needs me too. I am really sad, but I can’t let myself collapse at this time. do you understand?"

As the old man said goodbye, Watson led Michela towards the gate of the manor. Old Howard stood alone in the back with his hands in his pockets, looking extra lonely in the light. It wasn't until he looked back that Watson understood the meaning of the other party's sentence of "sending away too many old friends". He inexplicably thought of Mrs. Carter who was far away in England.

She is 76 years old this year, right?

In more than ten years, only Steve, who has not yet awakened, may actually remember him. Unfortunately, this sleeping beauty remained peaceful tonight. Watson was even a little worried. Captain America wouldn't continue to sleep for more than ten years, right? According to the movie timeline, Steve and Carter met again after 2012, and then the old lady died in her sleep.

Thinking of this, Watson's mood also dropped.

"what happened to you?"

Michela grabbed her boyfriend's arm and bumped her shoulder lightly.

"......nothing."

Watson thought for a while, then turned to look at Miss Butterfly Knife: "I'm going to England for a birthday party in early April. Will you go with me?"

"Of course I am willing." Looking at that beautiful face, Michela couldn't help but lean in for a kiss: "But before that, I want to go back and watch that video. I miss Miss Watson in 1990 so much She looks like that, you have to tell me this story carefully, I haven't seen you in an evening dress..."

The tip of his tongue flicked across the earlobe: "It must be interesting, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes, as you like."