The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

The Black Hawk helicopter began to dive.

"Height 5000 feet (about 1524 meters)."

The pilot was reporting the altitude, and there was silence in the cabin. Miss Watson ignored the scrutinizing gazes of the two men opposite her and inspected the two pairs of gauntlets. Compared with the previous version, this "Princess in Military Uniform", although it is also in black, is more of an honor guard military uniform. It has shoulder tassels, armbands, and ribbons, and it looks very gorgeous.

The double-breasted jacket can also be worn open and can be secured with cross-breasted drawstrings. Howard fully considered practicality and left enough room for shoulders, waist and abdomen. In addition to the two pairs of gauntlets, there are also metal protective parts for joints such as shoulders, elbows, and knees, all of which are designed to be detachable.

There was no time to prepare the weapons.

I can only use the two SIG P229s.

"... approaching the target!" The driver called his colleagues through the headset. A man stood up and opened the hatch, and the roar of the engine above immediately filled in. He took a few steps back and sat back, turning his gaze to the woman in front of him who was called the "Princess in Military Uniform" - in fact, if he hadn't heard a few words from the other party when taking off, he would not have been able to determine who this guy was. Male is female.

"Are you sure you want to jump, ma'am?"

After hesitating for a while, he still approached: "There are high-voltage telephone poles on the road! It's too dangerous! We can't go down too low! But that's not a height that humans can bear! How on earth are you going to get down? If you jump like this, you will definitely fall. Minced meat!”

"Do not bother me!"

Miss Watson didn't even look back: "Confirm the airborne smoke bombs and wait for the signal!"

"......receive!"

The man shut his mouth.

Grasping the door armrest, Miss Watson put one foot on the edge of the cabin, and her eyes captured the convertible car speeding on the highway below through the eyepiece. A series of flashing police lights followed behind. Except for the police helicopters in the surrounding airspace, there was naturally no shortage of aircraft from various news stations. The formation could be said to be very luxurious. Peggy was right, Tony might have wanted to run away at first, but now it has become more of a vent and provocation.

"3000 feet!" A shout came to her ears. Miss Watson stared at Tony's car and quickly planned the descent route in her mind. She asked the pilot to drive the helicopter to maximum speed to ensure the inertia when leaving the cabin. With the suspension cloak and buffering ability, she could change the landing location.

It's best to land on Tony's car accurately.

Falling in front is acceptable, but chasing a car from behind is the worst outcome.

At this moment, the Black Hawk helicopter had overtaken Tony, and the crew came up and said, "The flight attitude is stable and you can leave the cabin at any time! I wish you good luck, madam."

Giving the other party a thumbs up, Miss Watson jumped forward and out of the helicopter.

After confirming that the distance was wide, she flipped her body in the air and tapped her left arm with her palm. The levitating cloak disguised as an armband returned to its original shape, fully unfolded on the owner's shoulders like wings, and immediately adjusted its gliding posture. The convertible sports car below was still running wildly. Fortunately, there were no turns on the highway, so Tony's route was easy to predict.

The scene on the ground continues to zoom in.

A little slower...

The strong wind ripped at the hem of her clothes, and Miss Watson continued to correct the landing point while calculating the distance. There were no accidents during the entire descent, and the convertible sports car below was getting closer and closer. The big dog was indeed very skilled, and he threw away the police car behind him several times. But the police would not be willing to be left hanging. A highway blockade had been set up ahead. Miss Watson did a quick mental calculation. If Tony did not change his route, he would probably hit him head-on within a minute or two.

There are several highway exits in this distance, but if Tony chooses to get off the highway and drive onto an ordinary road with complicated routes, it will be very difficult for him to land accurately. Fortunately, it was difficult for Tony to continue racing to the end after leaving the highway. Moreover, Long Island is not the center of New York. Most of them are American-style residential areas with low buildings, so the chance of hitting a telephone pole is higher.

The engine roar is clearly audible.

He was afraid of what he was going to do. When the convertible was about to reach the ramp, Tony suddenly downshifted and slowed down. He pulled the steering wheel and turned the front of the car. The car's tires rubbed violently against the road, making sharp and harsh noises, but he still controlled the car steadily and completed the thrilling turn with a slight drift - the butt of the car was only a fist-width away from the ramp guardrail.

Unlucky.

Miss Watson quickly redirected.

The large number of police cars chasing Tony's butt also slowed down and turned, but the ramp was not very wide, and several cars squeezed in and almost caused a collision.

Why did it change again? !

At this moment, Tony controlled the convertible to make another sharp turn, ran over a lawn crazily, and directly changed the runway. He then stepped on the accelerator and rushed into a small alley less than 2 meters wide in front of him at high speed. At the end, he downshifted and slowed down, and the handbrake drifted, and he passed through half a block in a daze. Looking at the convertible cars darting left and right below, Miss Watson had to change her plan and aim her landing at the entrance of the highway.

She was ready to take a gamble.

Bet this guy is going to get back on the highway.

The road conditions in residential areas are complicated, and it is difficult to use the high-speed performance of a sports car, not to mention the police cars that join the encirclement. Someone was already chasing Tony. If he didn't want to be double-teamed, his best choice was to get back on the highway, not to mention that the police blockade had been successfully bypassed.

"go back!"

Miss Watson turned around and shouted, and the levitating cloak immediately retracted her left arm. Without its support, Miss Watson's whole body accelerated and fell, shooting like a cannonball towards the telephone pole in front of the ramp.

Buffering ability activates.

The sole of his boot stepped on the wooden pole, and the fingers of his right hand dug in. The pole was shaken by the impact from the side. Miss Watson's posture at this moment is similar to that of Spider-Man, but the hem of the military uniform is still fluttering in the wind, and the visual impact is one level behind the latter.

crunch--

Not long after, there was a sound of tires screeching.

The convertible sports car showed up.

A little closer...

It was impossible to get on the ramp without slowing down. Miss Watson stared closely at the sports car that entered the highway again, calculated the distance, and kicked off with both legs.

Bang-!

Just after upshifting, Tony felt the car's body shake, swaying left and right and almost losing control. He quickly released the accelerator, squeezed the steering wheel tightly to adjust his driving posture, and then he had the energy to turn his head behind him.

A pair of metal boots came into view.

The new passenger in front of him had already stood up from a half-crouched state, and was completely unaffected by the strong wind pressure brought by the speed of the car. The coat in the style of the honor guard military uniform was fluttering in the wind. The hem of the coat was obviously not too long, but it was like a dark cloud approaching, bringing a sense of danger. A sense of oppression.

Tony realized why.

Those eyes.

Although the opponent was wearing a full-coverage helmet and the eyepieces were only slightly transparent, Tony felt like he could see those eyes. He couldn't tell what it felt like, but there was a chill that made goosebumps rise on his back.

But in fact, Miss Watson's attention was not entirely focused on Tony. She also saw several bottles of wine placed on the passenger side and she had almost finished them.

This kid is not someone who would seek death.

The sound of sirens soon broke the silence. Miss Watson jumped into the passenger seat. Without waiting for Tony to speak, she loosened his seat belt with a finger, then pulled hard and removed the steering wheel completely. Young Master Stark stared at the empty car dashboard, then looked at the metal helmet, and subconsciously said: "Oh Shxt..."

Grabbing Tony by the collar, Miss Watson jumped up on the spot, leading him into the air. The buffering ability is activated immediately, just like deploying a parachute, allowing the two people to land smoothly with inertia at speeds of hundreds of miles per hour. As for the poor unmanned sports car, it first hit the central guardrail, then turned completely sideways, rolling and smashing all the way out.

Before the soles of the shoes touched the ground, Miss Watson let go of her hand, and Tony immediately followed her out. The speed has almost dropped now. The highway is flat and wide, and rolling twice will not cause any harm to him. Miss Watson took out her flare gun, fired a green fluorescent flare into the sky, and then walked forward.

"Fxck!"

After rolling several times on the road, Tony finally stopped and tried to get up while shaking his dizzy head. He was still confused until now. The torn off steering wheel was spinning like a tire and lying down in front of him.

With the smell of smoke filling his nose, Young Master Stark couldn't help coughing loudly.

A few seconds later, the siren amplified in his ears finally regained some of his consciousness. He shook his body while getting up, and looked at the strange man in military uniform who was slowly approaching in front of him.

...Is this person a man or a woman?

"Oh... you... who the f*ck are you?" After breathing for a few seconds, Tony cursed angrily: "Fxck! Are you crazy? Do you know? Do you know what you just did?! My car was driving fine, but you almost killed me..."

Young Master Stark didn't have much sense left in his mind today, and he was drunk. He just wanted to vent at the moment, so he took two steps forward and wanted to put his fingers on the other person's chest. Miss Watson didn't tolerate Tony. She grabbed his wrist and raised her leg to sweep Tony over half a circle to the left and fell heavily to the ground.

"Ah-Fxck you!"

Tony was completely out of control.

He jumped up and punched out.

Snapped!

Miss Watson dodged sideways and slapped the handsome face with her backhand. It didn't hurt much, but it was very insulting. Tony continued to step forward and punch. This 28-year-old Stark young man seemed to have never touched anyone. His fists and feet were unorganized. He was relying on adrenaline and anger to support him. He would probably run out of energy soon. Got physical strength.

A few dozen meters away, patrol convoys arrived at the scene one after another. Some policemen jumped out before the cars stopped, raised their guns and shouted:

"Freez!"

"Hands up!"

"Put your hands up!"

"Let me see your fxcking hand!"

Why haven't you arrived yet?

Listening to the sound of the approaching helicopter engine, Ms. Watson raised her head. The Black Hawk helicopter finally approached from above. The two rows of large cans hanging on the belly of the aircraft successfully separated from the fuselage, and a large plume of thick gray smoke appeared in the air. . This smoke-generating device designed by Howard Sr. was extremely efficient. Miss Watson kicked Tony away, and the surrounding area began to be enveloped in thick fog.

While her vision was still clear, she pulled out two SIG P229s and pulled the trigger toward the sky.

Bang bang bang bang bang——

The patrolmen who jumped out quickly hid.

Miss Watson's foot control just now was very good. The place where Tony fell was covered by her, and the bullets fired by the patrolman were blocked. But until now, the feedback from the spider sense was not strong, proving that the police did not intend to shoot back. After all, no one dared to risk injuring the eldest son of the Stark family unless they had to.

Speaking of spider sense, this thing is really incredible.

Tony rushed up again with fists clenched, and Miss Watson started to retreat while fighting with him. With a gun pressed against his head, he could roughly tell whether the gunman was really going to pull the trigger just by relying on the strength of his spider sense.

"Huh...huh..." After about a minute of frantic output, Young Master Stark was breathing heavily, and his movements were no longer as brisk as before. At this time, the thick fog had spread to the side, and Miss Watson no longer had any scruples, deflected Tony's punch, and hit him in the ribs with an elbow. Tony screamed in pain, covered his ribs and backed away, then got hit on the face.

In order to avoid breaking her teeth, Miss Watson's strength had been reduced to a very low level, but Young Master Stark was still stunned by the punch. Looking at the other person's blank eyes, Miss Watson began to circle around him and said her first words since meeting in a hoarse female voice: "Tony... Tony... Tony Stark ..."

The tune was different every time, and although the voice was relatively low, it still managed to get into Tony's ears.

Is this a woman?

"You...you know who I am, how dare you hit me?!" Tony touched his face, with an expression on the verge of crying. Miss Watson didn't reply. She took two steps forward and punched Tony in the stomach. She deliberately slowed down her movements to give him time to bend down and dodge.

Miss Watson's movements suddenly quickened, and her second punch turned upwards, hitting the man's nose from the side.

"Uh-Fxck!!!!"

Tony hunched over and covered his face, his palms covered with blood.

"Has your father ever hit you like this?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Miss Watson clenched her teeth when she saw Tony, and the chewing muscles on both sides of her jaw tightened until they were slightly bulged. He roared angrily and rushed over again, but Miss Watson stopped fighting and took two steps back, disappearing into the thick fog. At this moment, Tony was drunk, his eyes were in a trance, and he couldn't catch the dim figure at all.

"Come out——!!!" He shouted several times, but as expected, there was no response, and only the police siren continued to act as the background sound. The effects of adrenaline were wearing off, Tony took two steps forward, his legs gave out and he knelt on the ground. Only then did exhaustion and pain flood into his brain. He belatedly touched his face, and the slightly hot liquid had already covered his cheeks before he knew it.

This isn't blood, it's tears.

He knelt down and suddenly felt confused. The anger that was still burning a few seconds ago had disappeared. Tony turned his head to look at the thick fog around him, gathering the last bit of strength in his chest, but even he didn't realize it. There was a little pleading in his roaring voice: "Come out...!!!"

The woman seems to be gone.

Slowly raising his hands, the outstretched muscles barely supported his forearms, which shook and trembled uncontrollably. After being in a daze for a while, the pain from the nasal cavity finally aroused a physical reaction. Tony covered his face tightly and let out a suppressed sob from his throat.

A figure appeared beside him.

Then gradually disappeared into the thick fog.