The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Dusk.

Slowly walking into the door of the Stark family manor, Miss Watson took off her helmet, revealing a beautiful expressionless face.

"Watson is back."

Michela saw him first, turned around and shouted.

"I saw it live on TV, Watson..." The trembling old Howard was helped out. He hadn't been seen for a few hours. It seemed that he was a little older and smelled of alcohol. He didn't know. How much he drank: "I'm glad nothing happened. Let that brat stay in the police station for now. He really needs a lesson."

"I taught him a lesson for you." After taking off the helmet, Watson's voice returned to its original tone: "Tony is a genius, but his strength is obviously not in close combat."

"Humph."

Old Howard made a nasal sound and his beard trembled a few times: "It's okay to give him a beating. That brat is really annoying sometimes."

"It's time for you to rest Howard."

Mrs. Peggy stood behind and sighed: "You have already drank 3 bottles. I don't want to lose another old friend today. Do you have a private doctor? Call him over for a checkup quickly, and then don't let him leave tonight." I'm on standby at any time in case your body has any emergencies."

"I'm fine, Paige." Old Howard smelled of alcohol and stared with a drunken look in his eyes. He walked up and hugged Watson's shoulders: "By the way, are you satisfied with this suit?"

"pretty good."

Watson shrugged: "Now I'm short of weapons."

"No problem!" Old Howard took Watson in his arms and walked directly downstairs: "Go to my weapons collection room. You can find whatever you like. If you have any... modification requirements, I will get it done for you today."

"No, you'd better have a good rest..."

"No, beautiful boy, I need to work! Do you understand? Only work can make me feel at ease and calm now, otherwise as long as I am free, I can't help but think of Maria..." Old Howard said As he spoke, he suddenly cried: "Oh God...Mary..."

"Okay, how about we talk about work?" Watson said again after the other party calmed down.

"That's right! That's it! Listen to me, Watson..." Howard, who was drunk, raised his head, blinked hard, and his eyes became more and more blurry: "Listen to me, I know, I know Tony can be very annoying at times, and I can't stand him...but I know my son, and Tony has a good heart at heart, and he's a good kid, right?"

"uh-huh."

Watson sighed.

it has started.

"Right? Tony's a good kid, right?"

"uh-huh."

"He's a good boy, right?"

"Ah yes yes."

"I have lived for so many years, and I know the most important truth, what truth? That is, people must have friends to take care of them, right? Look at me and Paige...me and Steve... .Everyone has to have friends, right? But Tony... I must say, with his personality, it's hard to make friends, I mean reliable friends. I'm old, I can't take care of him much longer. , you know Watson, Tony needs friends too, he’s a good kid, right?”

"uh-huh."

"You're a good boy too, right?"

"Um...let me remind you, I beat the crap out of him."

Watson rolled his eyes helplessly.

"Oh, it's okay, that's how some good friends come to be." Hearing Watson's words, Old Howard waved his hands vigorously: "What's wrong with men fighting? It can promote friendship if you talk about it. You are all good boys. Isn’t it?”

"Well, I'm afraid Tony still thinks I'm a woman."

"Hahahahaha that stupid boy!!! Oh, Tony...hehehe..." Smiling, old Howard suddenly stopped again, squatted on the steps and covered his face. . Watson could only stay with Paige and Michela. He listened to Howard Sr. cry for a few minutes, then lay back and fell asleep.

......

Wednesday, September 5th.

"I love your clothes so much." Miss Butterfly Knife leaned against the tram seat and glanced up and down at her boyfriend across from her. She supported her chin with one hand and raised the corners of her mouth slightly: "When will you wear it again and show it to me?"

"You want to take it off with your own hands again?" Watson rolled his eyes: "I won't do it."

"No..." A gust of wind came into his arms. Watson still wanted to speak, but was blocked by Michelle's hot lips. Feeling the other party's strong movements, he simply stopped resisting. This train was heading to the outskirts of the city. There were no passengers now, so it was convenient for the two of them to play some couple games.

The dusk sunlight shines through the car window, warming the two bodies that are close together.

Four days had passed since Maria's funeral. Howard Sr. was drunk that night and couldn't stand upright. He didn't talk nonsense about some things. He really needed to put in work to calm down. Considering that brat Tony is still squatting in the police station, Watson and the others simply moved into the Stark family manor, especially old Mrs. Peggy. In addition to spending time with her old comrades, she would also spend time with people she hadn’t seen in more than half a year. "Sleeping Beauty" Steve said.

Old Howard's security force must be sufficient, so Watson and Michela were freed to go out and wander around while staying in New York for a few days.

Tonight is special.

Because Nisha called.

She needs help.

Since the Reaper incident last year, the entire blood clan in New York has been purged. It was not until recently that the new underground order was basically stable. Large-scale infighting no longer occurs, and the vampires in New York are finally able to make room to face the vampire hunter group headed by the "Sunwalker" Blade.

The above is part of what Nisha stated on the phone, but the actual situation is more serious. The vampires have fully learned their lessons and tried to activate the relationships among people hidden in the power class of human society, trying to put the already illegal vampire hunters into danger. Organization list.

The trigger was a shooting incident. Blade mistakenly killed a human "Hagui" who was doing errands for the vampires, but he didn't expect that the other person was actually a policeman. The vampires secretly arranged for a reporter to record the whole process. The video immediately attracted widespread attention after being exposed. Under the pressure of public opinion, law enforcement agencies headed by the New York Police Department quickly made a decision and formed an action team to target "Day Walkers".

The FBI follows suit.

So Blade's lair was quickly exposed.

Fortunately, they reacted quickly and with the support of Nissa, the Sunwalker group escaped successfully. The development of the incident did not lead to heavy casualties like in the plot of "Blade Runner 3", and the old man Whistler is still alive. But no matter what, several police officers and FBI agents were killed in the crossfire, and the official could not tolerate Blade, a dark-skinned man in a trench coat and sunglasses.

In fact, Watson finds it a bit outrageous that the human government has not concentrated its efforts to capture Blade until now. It can only be said that over the past many years, the Vampire Clan has indeed fully penetrated into human society like Hydra - not to mention, many Vampire Clan forces are already part of Hydra.

What's more, the vampires aren't the only ones interested in Blade's secrets.

Watson immediately decided to help.

Although she and Nisha were love rivals, Michela was very aware of Watson's attitude on this matter, so she did not express any objection. However, Watson could see that his girlfriend was somewhat interested in protesting this time. The two spent an afternoon purchasing equipment at the vampire hunter store introduced by the old man Whistler, and then boarded the tram to rush to the new address.

This time it turned directly into the basement.

Entering the abandoned sewer entrance, turning a few corners, and saw Nissa's figure at the end. The princess in distress still wore the familiar leather outfit. Her tall and curvy figure was very attractive, especially the semi-open neckline. The skin on her chest and neck was white and soft, which made Michel straighten his eyebrows and frown: "Ugh..." ..”

"Watson."

Nessa gave Watson a hug, and then hugged her again without waiting for Michela to speak, directly knocking Miss Butterfly Knife out of control. Watson, on the other hand, pinched his nose a little guiltily, because Nessa had just taken the opportunity to lick his ear.

"Come in, they are all inside." Nisha pushed open the iron gate next to her and led the way into a curved walkway without any cover. There were two machine guns standing at the end. Watson could see the clockwork and gears installed on the gun racks. , probably as long as the mechanism is triggered, they will automatically shoot forward.

"Blade!"

Staying where she was and shouting, she heard the bell ringing from inside, and then Nisha continued to move forward.

Blade stood at the entrance with his arms folded.

"Blade." Watson nodded towards the other party as a greeting, but the black man turned his attention to Michela and raised his chin slightly: "Who is she?"

"This is Michela, my girlfriend."

As soon as Watson finished speaking, Michela cast a provocative look at Nisha.

"This place is not suitable for couples to travel, Watson." Blade shook his head slightly, his gaze lingering on the scar on Michelle's face for a moment, and then looked at teammate Nissa in surprise: "Although multiple helpers are good, I hope You know the dangers of this kind of thing."

"I can protect myself." Michela said quietly, "You can ask Nisha."

"Well, Michela is a doctor." Watson couldn't sense the smell of gunpowder between Miss Butterfly Knife and the Princess in Distress, and quickly spoke out to control the topic: "She is very good at playing with torturing things, I mean, you know Yes. Your girlfriend Karen is a blood expert, right? I remember she has been studying the bodies of vampires, and I think Michela can help."

"...I'll introduce you to you later."

Blade nodded, turned around and walked inside.

The new den here is much smaller than the original one. After walking around a few shelves, Watson came to the center. Old man Abraham Whistler was holding a toothpick in his mouth and was sitting at the table maintaining his firearms. When he saw Watson walking in, he raised his head and raised his eyebrows a few times, then continued his work.

There was a man lying on the camp bed next to him, hanging up a pair of headphones and enjoying himself. However, as soon as Watson saw that side face, he couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

It can't be such a coincidence, right?

"This guy... was helping other vampire hunter teams in New York." Nyssa noticed Watson's gaze and took the initiative to introduce: "Strictly speaking, he is a mercenary, just like you. We escaped before He helped when the police chased him, so he is considered a temporary teammate now."

"So why would he help?"

"This...is a bit complicated."

Blade unexpectedly took over the topic: "There is a new member in our team. Wade is following her. You will know when she comes over."

Wait, is this the plot of "Blade Runner 3"?

Watson recalled that everything stemmed from the raid on Blade's lair by the police and FBI. According to the original plot, the old man Whistler was shot and killed, and Blade himself was arrested. Just when he was taken to the police station for questioning, two young vampire hunters came in and successfully rescued the confused Sun Walker.

Just as he was thinking about it, the man on the camp bed jumped up.

"Wow! I can't believe it!"

The man has a short beard and a very young face. His handsome temperament is somewhat similar to that of Tony Stark, but with an inexplicable sense of joy. He glanced at Michelle first, and then put his eyes on Watson's face: "Hi, beautiful lady, you may not believe it, but you just appeared in my dream, and I didn't know you yet. Name…oh, sorry.”

He coughed twice, smiled and stretched out a hand: "My name is Wade, Wade Wilson."