The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

The helicopter landed on the helipad on top of a 100-meter-high building. When I stepped off the helicopter, I saw in front of me an entire medical team that had taken protective measures. This was Watson's voluntary request on the phone, because there was too much Reaper bodily fluid on his body. Not only him, but the helicopter and other personnel on board also needed to be meticulously disinfected.

After a lot of trouble, Watson, who changed into a suit, walked through the long disinfection passage and finally saw Peggy Carter waiting at the end. But to his surprise, Carter, who was wearing a women's suit in front of him, still looked like an old man, or rather, he looked older. Age spots began to appear on her face, and she exuded a faint aura of twilight.

She did not receive serum enhancement.

This was Watson's first thought, but he did not ask it directly in front of a group of soldiers. Following Carter through the outer sightseeing corridor, Watson saw a busy hall under the glass window. The men and women walking back and forth holding papers and instruments were all wearing suits, but the weapons and equipment placed everywhere showed that This is no ordinary office space.

A few minutes later, inside Carter's office.

"Watson..."

Carter was the first to speak. She raised her head and looked into Watson's eyes: "I think we should be more honest with each other, so I asked directly, where did you get the information back then?"

Sure enough, it's still coming. Watson raised his eyebrows, waiting for Carter to finish.

"There are no soldiers, no government officials here, just you and me. No third person will know about this conversation." Carter leaned his back on the sofa: "So, please don't talk to me about Eskimos and East Asia again. We all know that’s not true.”

"I thought you wouldn't ask this question so quickly." Watson took a bite of the energy bar: "Or you wouldn't ask at all and just have me arrested."

"Arrest you?"

Carter smiled and shook his head: "You don't know how many lives your information has saved, especially about Hydra. The more I find out, the more grateful I am for your warning at that time, and we I finally chose to believe you. No matter for whatever reason, I have to thank you for taking this step at that time."

"Watson, time has proven the sincerity of you or the organization behind you. This country may be worthy of my spending the rest of my life protecting, but it is definitely not worth my taking the initiative to harm people like you." Old Mrs. Peggy looked at her with sincerity. Looking into Watson's eyes: "I have lived long enough and have seen too many dirty things between countries. Do you understand what I mean?"

Watson didn't expect Carter to reach this point.

"Then why do you need to ask me this question?" Watson picked up another energy bar from the table and stuffed it into his mouth: "According to what you said, even if I refuse to answer you, you are not going to pursue it further. "

"I just don't want to take this question to the grave." Carter refilled the tea cup in front of him: "After all, I am an intelligence worker, and the most important thing is curiosity. Of course, if you refuse to answer, then I understand too."

Should I answer?

This question is not difficult for Watson to think about. After all, the "organization" behind him did not exist from the beginning. Throwing it out now will also increase Peggy Carter's favorability. It's a pity that Carter didn't receive the serum enhancement, otherwise he would have been given the green light to work in New York in the next few decades, and the good life of mixed waiting to die that he dreamed of would be waving to him.

How about trying to persuade her again?

wrong……

She agreed to Master Ancient One to help her deal with the "outsiders" who were causing trouble; and the incident of Thanos snapping his fingers in the original timeline has not yet been resolved.

Lazy, so annoying.

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While Watson was talking to Peggy Carter, tragedy was happening at Millson Hospital in Queens.

"Numbered Patrolman Max is calling the headquarters! A monster attack broke out at Milson Hospital, and we need support!" Patrolman Max grabbed the intercom on his shoulder and blocked the fire door with his body. Behind the door, there was a group of growling reapers.

"Felicia, quickly pull the shelf next to you!" Max yelled at the colleagues who came over. After a lot of scrambling, they finally blocked the relatively strong door. Several police officers were sitting on chairs in the corridor, breathing heavily. No one expected that the several carloads of injured people who had been desperately protected would turn into those monsters one after another after arriving at the hospital!

"I'm sorry, Eddie..."

Max clenched his fists tightly, and he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable when he thought that he had just shot his friend who had turned into a monster. Screams kept coming from the other side of the fire door, coming from people who didn't have time to escape. Max closed his eyes. He couldn't bear to imagine the plight of those patients.

On my side, people kept poking their heads out of the various wards on both sides of the corridor. Many people still didn't understand what happened. Several police officers were shouting to maintain order, and the scene was a mess. But the message that came through the intercom a few minutes later made Max feel even more uncomfortable.

A considerable number of civilians and police officers who left Staten Island last night mutated into monsters. Just a few hours later, based on the hospital and some residential buildings, the "infection zone" has expanded from Staten Island. A big circle. Even the New York Police Department was attacked by monsters mutated by police officers. At the critical moment, a fire broke out in the backyard, and the headquarters now had no extra police personnel to send for support.

"Damn, so we have to do it ourselves?" Policewoman Felicia cursed and took off her police hat, but she paid attention to the environment and did not yell out loud: "How can we save just the few of us? This hospital? Don’t forget that a carload of civilians with minor injuries were sent directly to the emergency department downstairs. Something might have happened by now."

Max took a few deep breaths and forced himself to calm down. He stood up slowly: "This has become an infected area. I suggest clearing a safe place first and gathering the survivors to wait for support." After that, he looked at the policewoman Felicia: "All the weapons in the police car are still there. Are you there?"

......

"So, the purpose of Overwatch is to promote the evolution of civilization?"

"Yes, human beings have fallen into cannibalism for long enough." Watson ate the last energy bar on the table and picked up a tissue to wipe his mouth: "If this continues, when will you be like that country? , embarking on the road of interstellar exploration?”

Watson actually took advantage of the limitations of the times when he said this, because after the millennium (referring to the year 2000), superheroes on earth represented by Iron Man appeared in a spurt; alien contacts also became frequent, The technology tree of the Marvel world surges like a rocket accelerator. In just two to thirty years, not to mention spacecraft, humans have even sent representatives to other alien civilizations.

Therefore, these words can now be used to scare others.

"Okay, I roughly understand, let's continue this topic later." Carter nodded: "I brought you here specifically for something else, and that is about Howard and Steve... "Before Carter finished speaking, the sound of the pager sounded on her desk.

After briefly replying a few words, Carter put down the pager and walked towards Watson: "Sorry Watson, those monsters last night have begun to spread. I want to seek your opinion on the characteristics of those monsters."

After a few minutes.

Watson followed Carter into a room that looked like a CIA room. TV screens of various sizes filled several walls. Most of them were showing surveillance footage from major arteries in New York City, while a small number were showing news programs from various TV stations. At this moment, a variety of English voices were mixed together in the room, and there was a tense atmosphere.

"How serious is the situation?"

After hearing Carter's question, a suit agent holding a document came forward: "According to our intelligence, attacks broke out in New Jersey, Queens and Manhattan. Those hospitals that received the injured in Staten Island last night are The main flashpoint, in addition to the monster attacks that broke out in the New York Police Department.”

After a pause, the agent continued to report: "Eyewitness reports show that exposure to sunlight will cause the death of these monsters. Many civilians are crowded on the open main roads, and traffic has been paralyzed. The mayor of New York told the people 2 hours ago The Guard asked for help, but their ground troops will not arrive until evening. Our field team has been dispatched, but the current manpower can only blockade and isolate, and at the same time, those civilians who escaped must be checked one by one..."

"What about the FBI and DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration) people?"

The agent shook his head: "All relevant units have rushed out, but the traffic paralysis has made their ground operations very difficult, and we do not have enough air transportation capabilities. The only good news is that the National Guard has airdropped a small number of soldiers to support , but the help is very limited, and we still have to wait for their large ground forces to launch large-scale cleaning operations."

Watson looked at the news programs on the TV screen. The pictures without exception were of police, soldiers and panicked crowds running around. Under the view of news helicopters, there were serial car accidents, fights, and building fires. It was like a repeat of Staten Island this morning.

The Big Apple (referring to New York) has begun another disastrous day.

"Thank you for the information, Watson." After recording the information about the monster that Watson called the 'Reaper', Carter said goodbye to Watson: "You have also seen that the whole city is in great chaos now. I don't know what you mean. What’s the next step, but I suggest you stay here for now. If you want to leave, that’s fine, be careful, I believe you can protect yourself.”

Ding! The system prompt sounds...

Well, there is no system. But after Carter finished speaking, Watson sorted out the current situation in his mind, and he had three choices:

1. Take the initiative to help Peggy Carter solve the crisis;

Second, stay here to eat, drink, and continue fishing;

Third, go shopping and experience the customs and customs of New York.

According to his own recollection, the Reaper attack is a Marvel Universe event. As long as "outsiders" are not involved, Master Gu Yi usually will not ask himself to intervene. This means that he can be a salty fish to his heart's content, and no one will disturb him; and Carter never mentioned asking Watson for help from beginning to end.

On the one hand, Watson's personal combat power will not play a big role in this kind of incident; on the other hand, Watson is not a member of SHIELD or other government agencies and has no obligation to help. Old Mrs. Peggy didn't use the name of "justice" to persuade Watson, she just asked about the reaper's information based on their friendship.

What is this called? This is called respecting people.

As long as it's not urgent and you don't take the initiative to mention it, I won't bother you.

It's not like Nick Fury, who will always suddenly appear in your home wearing a black trench coat and tell you that the world needs you; and then use various coercion and inducement methods to get you to do dirty work without telling you the cause and effect. In the end, you become a gun for him to use around; when you wake up and go to him to settle accounts, you will find that either the other party is ready, or the other party will throw out evidence that you did the dirty work, and then say that you have been cheated. The pirate ship can only sink deeper and deeper in the end.

One link after another, it's almost like wire fraud.

We can't let that guy become the director of SHIELD, Watson thought to himself. He said he wanted Mrs. Peggy to be injected with the serum, and then she could continue to live for another hundred and eighty years, live happily with Steve, have a healthy family, and fill the world with love.

Less calculation and more sincerity.

But before that, you have to build up your favorability.

Thinking of this, Watson took the initiative to speak: "Actually, last night I met with several groups of people, including the leader of the group of reapers. I wonder if you have surveillance video of that intersection... .”