The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

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Watson checked the barrel of the SIG P229 and then began to sort out the ammunition on his body. He has changed into a black suit. Considering the appearance, he can only carry compact weapons with high concealment. But this is not a problem with the black light body. At least with Watson's size, it is no problem to hide some spare magazines and grenades in the stomach.

"There's no need for you to be so nervous, right?"

Paige came out of the bathroom. The old lady had just asked Michela to help her style her hair: "We are going to a funeral. I am not the president of the Federation. There are not so many people in the Federation who want my life... Although there are certainly quite a few.”

"It's good that you know." Watson stuffed the two 2mm caliber P9 into the holster under his arm, turned around and picked up his suit jacket from the chair: "This time you took a business jet in a hurry, who knows where Hydra is? Have you received any news? If they make any move..."

"Watson, that's Maria Howard's funeral."

The old lady sighed and interrupted: "Although it is private in nature, some important figures from the political and military circles will be present. No matter what Hydra plans, they cannot afford the consequences of doing something at the funeral."

"I'm afraid they won't do anything at the funeral."

Watson walked over and held Paige's face with his hand: "You have been an agent for so many years, and now you have even begun to lose your normal judgment of the situation. Would you be like this a year ago? Paige, I know you My heart is far from as peaceful as you appear on the surface, but I really...even if you are going to die one day, you shouldn't die at the hands of an organization like Hydra, do you understand?"

Facing these deep light purple eyes, Paige looked at Watson and was silent for a while, then gently buried her face in his chest. Michela, who had been eavesdropping, poked her head out of the bathroom. When she saw this scene, she quietly retracted her head. About half a minute later, Paige raised her face and suddenly burst into laughter: "Wow, beautiful boy, I rarely see you look so manly."

"Hey, I don't joke about this kind of thing."

Watson frowned slightly, but still looked serious: "So you'd better not stay too far away from me."

"Okay...I'll be careful."

Paige's eyes finally became brighter. She kissed Watson's cheek gently and then slowly turned around and left the room: "I'm going out first. You'd better pay more attention to your girlfriend."

"uh-huh."

Miss Butterfly Knife leaned her shoulder against the bathroom door frame and nodded cooperatively.

"Are you wearing a bulletproof vest?"

"wore."

"Where are the joint protectors?"

"Wear it, wear it." Michela was also wearing a black suit, with a smile on her face. She deliberately imitated Paige's tone and said: "Wow, beautiful boy, I have rarely seen you look so like a man. When the time comes, how about you prepare another set of Deathstroke armor for me?"

"If possible, I really want to make one for you." Watson hugged his girlfriend's body tightly and put his face close to her neck to listen to the heartbeat: "Maria's funeral will have many people coming, and there will be too much attention. , and Paige is well-known in that circle, and I don’t want to be recognized by some people.”

"Things will not always develop as you want." Michela took out a knife, swung it twice and put it back into his sleeve: "And aren't we appearing as bodyguards? Wear sunglasses and a mask, and Who can recognize you? If anything happens, can you just secretly turn into Jessica or something else? "

"It better be this way."

Sighing, Watson picked up the sunglasses on the table.

Just like in a science fiction movie, as the glasses framed his ears, his long pale blond hair quickly shortened and turned into short black hair that was slightly longer than his chin.

"...I wish I had your abilities."

This was not the first time for Michela to watch her boyfriend show off his tricks, but she still couldn't help but come up and touch him. Watson raised his hand and shook it, and the windbreaker jacket hanging on the chair floated up on its own, turning into a suspended cloak in mid-air, and then quickly transformed into a white armband, wrapping around the owner's left hand. Seeing Michelle also wearing sunglasses, Watson pinched her cheeks: "If necessary, I will let the cloak protect you."

"This will give it away."

"It's better than if something happens to you, let's go." Watson took the suitcase with weapons on it, opened the door and entered the corridor first. From now on, he will always focus on the spider sense. As long as he stays next to Peggy and Michela, it will be easy to catch them if there is a gun aimed at them. Peggy was right, the funeral was the safest occasion, but there were so many opportunities to get started from Long Island, New York, not counting the helicopter ride and the driving part of dozens of miles at least.

The two of them didn't communicate anymore and walked all the way to the hotel parking lot.

3 bulletproof SUVs are ready.

There were four guards beside the car, all of whom were drawn from the Carter family estate in London.

It's only been a year since Paige stepped down as Director of SHIELD, so her connections in the Federation are basically intact, so arranging a car won't be a problem. But after all, without official positions, and with sensitive identities, external security personnel can easily cause hidden dangers. Watson grabbed the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator while sighing: "I'm comfortable now. I'm still not used to the British rule of reverse left and right. I almost ran a red light at first."

"Where did you play after you moved out?" Peggy regained her mood somewhat. The four escorts were scattered in the other two cars. There was nothing to keep secret: "You are right, maybe I should change the environment. Why don't we go out for fun after we return to London? How about going to Scotland? I haven't seen the pastures there in years."

"As long as you are happy." Watson focused on observing the surroundings. The convoy soon arrived at a small airport. The Black Hawk helicopter sent by Howard Senior had been waiting for a long time. In fact, for Watson, flying is safer, especially since this helicopter has been heavily modified and has good protection capabilities. If you really want to jump out of the plane in the air, take Michaela with you in the levitation cloak, and take Peggy yourself. At least you can guarantee that you won't fall to death... It's just a pain for those four guards.

The Black Hawk helicopter slowly left the ground.

After listening to the roar of the engine for more than ten minutes, beautiful natural scenery appeared outside the cabin.

It is indeed a place where rich people live.

The last time Watson visited the Stark family manor, brat Tony had actually moved out long ago. If his mother Maria hadn't been seriously ill, this guy would probably rarely come back to live there. But Howard Sr. was undoubtedly very happy to see his biological son, even though his biological son would not look good on him most of the time.

......

More than an hour later, the Stark family estate.

Watson finally hit the ground.

Maria's funeral was held in an open space on the side of the manor. After the funeral, the coffin (guo) was also buried in the Stark family cemetery next to it. Old Howard was sitting in the front row, leaving only Watson behind him. Peggy followed Watson for half a minute and then tugged on his sleeve: "Let's go up."

"it is good."

The first time he saw old Howard, Watson sighed inwardly.

His whole being was truly shattered.

"Paige, Watson."

"There's no need to say more, Howard, I'm sorry." Paige took two steps forward and hugged him. Watson looked around. There were people in suits and military uniforms. He hesitated for a few seconds, but still didn't take off his mask. Come down. To his surprise, Tony Stark was not here, and he didn't know where he had gone. After Paige and Howard separated, Watson walked up: "Sorry, Howard, my face..."

"I understand, Watson." The old man also gave him a hug: "Thank you for coming."

"We will stay with you here." Watson didn't say much, and took Paige and Michela to find a place to sit down and wait quietly for the funeral to end. Howard Sr. did not intend to plan any complicated process, nor did he follow Christian traditions. He just asked some relatives and friends to mourn, and then asked the priest to come on stage to say a simple prayer before burying Maria's coffin.

Tony Stark, dressed in a black suit, finally arrived at the scene. He wore sunglasses on his face and no other expression could be seen. Although he still looked handsome, Watson noticed that the other party's hands were a little stiff, and he couldn't help but wonder if Tony had been hiding and crying just now.

Not long after, it started to rain lightly.

"it's time."

Paige touched Watson's arm.

Watson stood up and stepped forward. Several people were already standing beside Maria's coffin. The coffin had been kept tightly closed throughout the funeral process. Maybe Howard didn't want others to see the miserable appearance of his deceased wife.

"Get ready!" The leader of the coffin bearers was a middle-aged man who had just arrived. His voice was rich and loud, and his military uniform directly indicated his identity. Watson didn't see his face clearly. He just leaned over and grabbed the handle on the side of the coffin. He heard the command and gently used force to lift the coffin with them.

Tony Stark was also carried in front.

This handsome young man didn't say a word today, and no one came forward to bother him. He stayed silently on the other side the whole time, almost exactly like his father. And speaking of old Howard... He followed behind with flowers in his hands. He was in a daze and almost lost his footing and fell down. He had to rely on Peggy to support him.

The journey to the burial site was not long. The six coffin bearers walked several hundred meters and stopped at a pit dug in advance.

"Prepare - stop!"

The coffin was taken over by a group of burying workers. Everyone moved very gently, and there was almost no obvious sound at the scene. Watson kept observing Tony's profile, but he quickly walked aside and turned his back to everyone present. At this time, Peggy also came up with Howard. There was no longer any eulogy. A bouquet of flowers fell on Maria's coffin, and then the first handful of soil was quickly poured on it.

"Oh...Mary..." As if he suddenly woke up, Howard no longer looked like he was lost, he collapsed and cried without any image. The soldier who led the coffin-carrying took off his hat and took two steps back to avoid the workers' shoveling movements. Only then did Watson turn his eyes to his face.

Thaddeus Ross.

The two people's eyes met, but Watson was wearing sunglasses on his face, and Ross quickly looked away and turned towards his entourage. The funeral officially ended at this point, and most people left one after another, leaving old Howard crying in front of the grave. But Tony still stood there, like a lonely statue, motionless.

Seeing that Peggy was also wiping tears, Watson walked over slowly and gently held the old lady's hand.

The raindrops were pattering, gradually getting wet on everyone's shoulders.

The name on the tombstone was also soaked.