The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"This is the last one."

Watson carried several plastic buckets and gently put them into the bed of the pickup truck: "The boss even raised his eyebrows at me. I doubt he could see what I wanted to do."

"It doesn't matter, we won't come to this place often anyway." Michela put on the female butcher's outfit after a long absence, and looked over with two dark eyepieces, as if projecting a trace of coldness: "Just rely on firewood and fuel. The way to completely burn the zombies is to add a prepared solution, but I'm still not sure whether this can completely eliminate the remains. Maybe after all this is done, we need to put them through high temperature again."

"So this solution is your little invention too?"

"It's not an invention, but most people won't choose such a configuration because it's too troublesome. If it were to dissolve the corpses of ordinary humans, there would be many better solutions." Squeezing her boyfriend's thigh, Michele pulled her left foot Lifting the clutch lightly, he drove the pickup truck onto the suburban road: "Fortunately, Ruper got a container. That thing is enough to cover the fireworks."

"That's the best." Watson glanced at the time. It was already approaching 11 p.m. After a simple meal, Michela forced the potion to wake up Si Ye, and then she was busy with herself until now. Wolf Mother Kalena stayed behind at the base. In addition to asking Ms. Kyoko, she was also responsible for contacting vehicles and some corpse-destruction tools - the most important thing was actually the container. Fortunately, Le Havre, as a port city, never lacked such things. thing.

The pickup truck drove down the road for a few minutes and stopped near a gas station. Watson walked towards the orange-red light spot in the distance, and his body turned into the appearance of the dead shooter Floyd Lawton in the darkness. Soon, a fat man with a cigarette in his mouth noticed Watson: "Hey! Brother, are you here?" Did you pick up the car?"

Watson said nothing and handed over a wad of money.

"Yo! Okay!"

The fat at the corner of the fat man's mouth squeezed into two balls, and he took the initiative to open the container door: "Everything you want is inside. Remember to return the car tomorrow afternoon."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome, come back to me next time if you need anything!"

Press the accelerator hard, and the strong smell of smoke is left behind by the wind. Watson turned the steering wheel, controlled the light truck to accelerate, and chased Michela's body pickup truck. Mother Wolf specially found this medium-sized container so that Watson could transport it directly. It also came with some fireproof materials, metal scaffolding and fuel, which was enough to build a roof to cover the fire.

Half an hour later, the two cars drove into a forest lawn. Watson released the mimicry and unfolded all the equipment in a few clicks. One person carried the empty container to the center of the grass and dug out two circles of fire breaks with a shovel. A few meters away, Miss Butterfly Knife was already pouring solution into the bucket. Under the illumination of the car lights, she was holding the bottle in her left hand and a notebook in her right hand. She seemed to be doing experiments. The cool night breeze blew the hem of his clothes. Watson glanced at the mask and couldn't help but begin to imagine the focused expression inside.

Miss Butterfly Knife's face was born with a hint of coldness, and now the scars have made it even more obvious; and those blue phoenix eyes have been tortured, and as long as they don't smile, they will reveal a faint murderous intent. Only after a night of fun and waking up in your arms in the morning will laziness and comfort appear in your eyes.

"What's wrong?" Michela raised her head.

"Have you noticed that you have changed a lot?"

The distance between the two was not far. Watson grabbed the body bag with one hand and put it on the wooden shelf set up in the center of the container: "Except for combat missions, you rarely show up like this anymore."

"Oh, I think it's all your fault."

The woman shook the empty bottle: "You filled me up."

"Dr. Heinzwafen, did you notice that we were disposing of a corpse? Shouldn't we say this in a different context?"

"It's nice here, isn't it? The night sky is clear, and there is a truck. I saw that the back compartment is quite wide." Miss Butterfly Knife shook her head: "There are no complicated steps to deal with these zombies. How about we do it?" Do you want to do something else after you’re done?”

......

crunch--

Watson pushed open the iron door of the basement, and the strong smell of disinfectant had not completely dissipated. The wolf mother called two hours ago and said that she had found out the identities of those unlucky guys. They were either service providers or some local gangsters, which made everyone breathe a sigh of relief. It was already past four in the morning, and the surrounding woodland was quiet. Once the pickup truck was turned off, it fell into complete silence.

The corpse pickup truck had also undergone intensive disinfection and was lying in the back of the truck.

As for why no one opens...

Snapped!

Miss Butterfly locked the car door and walked towards Watson, still holding her coat and vest under her arm. The woman's belt was not fastened at all, and it swayed as her legs moved; the open top of her jeans covered half of the lace, and he couldn't help but recall the scene ten minutes ago. Seeing the little look in her boyfriend's eyes, Michela curled her lips, reached out and pinched her boyfriend's waist: "I hope the boss won't find out that we broke a seat tomorrow."

"You stuffed all the maintenance costs into it." Watson helped his girlfriend hold the clothes, but saw the wolf mother walking out: "Have you done it?"

"of course."

Glancing at Bertha's disheveled appearance, the French wife shook her head helplessly: "Since everything has been taken care of, there should be no problem. The effect of the medicine has not worn off in Four Eyes, and she has been crying all the time. What can I say? It's no use, we probably won't be able to rest tonight. Watson, maybe you can talk to her?"

"...Do you think I look like I can comfort a woman?" Watson rolled up his dead eyes: "What's more, this is the trouble caused by Four Eyes himself. Isn't it right to cry and reflect on yourself? Wait, based on my understanding of this woman’s brain circuitry, she won’t really realize that she was wrong, right?”

"That's not why Four Eyes is crying."

The wolf mother turned around and walked into the basement: "She keeps saying that they are dead and gone. She must be feeling sorry for those zombies."

"Then let her cry."

Watson took Michelle's hand: "Let's go and get the sealed culture chamber. You need to have a good sleep tonight. You shouldn't be able to hear anything when the hatch is closed."

The sterile room where the sealed culture chamber is located is relatively remote. All the equipment belonging to the fourth eye has been moved away, leaving more than half of the entire room empty. Miss Butterfly Knife quickly started the equipment, lay down and put on a breathing mask. The smell of the specially prepared disinfectant still filled every corner, but this had nothing to do with Michela for the time being. After giving a gentle kiss to his forehead, Watson watched his girlfriend close her eyes before pulling down the hatch cover. Michela is now more than halfway recovered, and treatment can be relatively casual, and strict aseptic measures are no longer required.

But even so, she couldn't completely abandon the sealed culture chamber. Unless it is through means such as nanotechnology or the Cradle of Life, Michela will have to struggle with drugs for the rest of his life, but in this year, it is obviously too early to talk about nanotechnology. But for now, the strengthening potion prepared by Four Eyes for the members of the wolf team has played a great role. After continuous use, Miss Butterfly Knife's physical condition has obviously exceeded expectations.

Umbrella has explored some excellent products in the past.

Although they later focused on developing biological and chemical weapons.

Thinking of this, Watson was extremely grateful for her original decision. This guy with Four Eyes should be treated as a tool. Letting her make her own decision would undoubtedly be a disaster. However, Ms. Kyoko has a firm obsession with the virus, which makes people more and more curious about the reason why she came to work as a mercenary. Just like this time, Watson had no idea that this woman would create several zombies on her own... ....How did she do it?

Could it be that he hid the T-Virus injection privately?

Nothing happened now, so Watson decided to ask. He walked towards the room where Four Eyes was imprisoned. As expected, the wolf mother was leaning against the door smoking: "Look who's here? Beautiful boy, I'm still thinking about when you will show up."

"I'm not here to comfort Four Eyes."

Watson rolled his eyes.

"Bertha has already laid down in the jar?" The French wife did not tie her hair today, and from Watson's perspective only half of her face could be seen. This picture was very similar to that ambiguous night in Garamba National Park. The cigarette filter was held between his fingers and left his red lips. The same expression, the same smell - Watson then caught another component from the smell of smoke. Mother Wolf smiled and stretched out her left hand. There was indeed a large bottle of wine there: "Would you like to have a drink with me?"

"Smoking and drinking, you don't have the label of health and longevity at all." Ignoring the hesitant movements from the four eyes behind the door, Watson pulled a chair over: "Bertha has gone to bed, she may not be able to return until tomorrow afternoon. wake up."

"I thought you would reject me."

Kalena sat down as if she didn't hear what Watson said: "I apologize to you for the harassment yesterday, but I just can't help it. It's so fun to bully you."

"You still know that's harassment?"

This time Watson's dead eyes turned into white eyes: "Your daughter was sitting on my lap at the time."

"Haha, Elisa really likes you. A beautiful boy like you has magic power. I dare say that you have never met a woman who hates you when you grow up, right?" He opened the bottle for Watson. After drinking, the wolf mother took off her coat by herself, leaving only a sports vest: "Don't think I didn't see the look in your eyes at that time, No, it's like this now. Anyway, Bertha is already asleep, so feel free to watch if you want." .”

"You are so obvious on purpose, I can't pretend to be blind."

Watson curled his lips, but he clinked the bottle with the woman cooperatively: "I...I don't know if you do this because you like it, or just out of loneliness, but I'm afraid I have to say something to you. Feel sorry."

After saying this, the whole scene suddenly fell into silence.