The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"Hey! Watson boy, where are you going again?"

The face of Uncle Hamil was facing me.

"Please help me open a portal to Gotham City, the Gotham in New Jersey. You should have been there, right? There are a lot of psychopaths there." Watson took off his helmet and showed a righteous expression: "Gotham is currently suffering from a biochemical crisis. The people there need help. I must step forward."

"Row."

Uncle Hamil nodded, closed his eyes for a while, raised his hand to draw a portal, and accompanied by a faint smell of gunpowder, fierce gunfire came in immediately.

Gotham City still has a simple folk customs today.

After thanking Master Hamill, Watson stepped through the portal, and the first thing he did was to find a commanding position with his MSG90 sniper rifle. This gun had been reassembled, so due to the manufacturing tolerance of the parts themselves and other factors, the sight and the barrel axis had a slight deviation, causing "zero loss", and it was no longer possible to hit the same point as the aiming center at a specific distance. For weapons such as sniper rifles that rely on optical sights to achieve long-range precision shooting, "zero loss" will seriously interfere with the shooter's performance.

In addition, if the gun is made of inferior materials, not strong enough or has design defects, then strong impact, gun body shaking during shooting, heat deformation of handguard, etc. may cause "zero loss". What Watson needs to do now is to use his strong body, which is comparable to a mechanical bracket, with the help of tentacles to make this MSG90 "return to zero".

Simply put, it is to adjust the scope while shooting.

After measuring the distance, he fired continuously at the wall of an unlucky building 200 meters away. The calibration was quick, and the bullet holes formed a long straight line along the seam between the two windows. Watson extended the shooting distance by another 100 meters, and after confirming that there was no problem, he used the rope gun to send himself back to the ground.

As soon as I came out, I encountered a three-way fight.

Two gangs and a group of police. There wasn't a single zombie to be seen at the scene, but the gang members were screaming with excitement.

It's really lively early in the morning.

Watson didn't want to pay attention to it, but he accidentally observed a familiar face.

James W. "Jim" Gordon.

After thinking for a while, Watson climbed onto a nearby rooftop, hid his ammunition backpack and sniper rifle in a corner, and then cut into the battlefield from above with two T-shaped swords. The magnetic field that had not been used for a long time was immediately deployed, and with the spider sense, it captured every piece of flying metal nearby. Several bullets happened to hit his body, and Watson flipped the blade to block them all.

This kind of blocking is not as exaggerated as the clockwork man's sword flower in the movie "Hellboy". Watson basically does it as fast as he can, and he never makes any unnecessary movements if he can block the bullet with his elbow. The police behind him only saw a figure fall to the center of the field, then shake his two swords a few times, and two gang members on the opposite side were shot and fell to the ground.

"Put down your weapons! Surrender now!"

Considering the presence of police officers on the scene, Watson half-crouched and said a few words, which was rare.

"Fuck you!"

Bang bang bang bang bang bang-!

I don't know who cursed first, and then more than a dozen guns opened fire at Watson, but the spider sense had already given a warning, and he kicked his legs and jumped into the air, and his tentacles immediately pulled out two flash bombs. The piercing explosion almost hit everyone's ears at the same time, and Detective Gordon, who was more than ten meters away, had no time to react before his eyes were burned by the high-brightness flash.

Gordon's heart skipped a beat and he quickly squatted down.

In comparison, the damage to his ears was much less severe. He could hear a lot of gunshots and screams coming from the direction of the two gangs. They obviously had no time to take care of his side. Gordon blinked hard, and when his vision recovered a little, he raised his body again.

All I saw was a flash of blood.

The gang members who were still shouting and shooting a while ago fell to the ground, many of them had injured their hands and feet, and the injuries were to the aorta, and the blood spurted out like a broken water pipe. But these people were not the worst, the worst ones had their legs and feet cut off, even if they could survive the period of heavy blood loss, they would be disabled for the rest of their lives.

He quickly found the mysterious man who entered.

The other party approached the corner with strides as if taking a walk, and there was only a hysterical gangster left on the other side, firing repeatedly with an AK with the stock removed.

What happened next made Gordon's hair stand on end.

The two strangely shaped one-handed swords began to shake, forming small afterimages, and flashes of fire appeared on the surface, blocking all the bullets. Gordon was not the only one who was stunned by this scene. The other police officers were also stunned. The gangster emptied his magazine, and no one in the field made any more noise.

"Shxt..." After pulling the trigger a few times and finding no response, the gangster finally realized and changed the magazine, but Watson was already approaching him, and he was so anxious that his movements were deformed. In the end, the magazine accidentally fell to the ground, announcing the failure of the plan. The gangster stared with his eyes wide open, his dirty face covered with sweat, staring at the figure who was stepping in front of him.

With a thud, the rifle fell to the ground.

"I surrender! Hey! Hey! I surrender!"

There was no way to retreat behind him, the thug shouted and raised his hands, but Watson did not stop and continued to stick to him. The man's hair stood up, and although he could not penetrate the other's eyepiece, he could still feel two beams of light cast on his face, which was as painful as needles.

The strong desire to survive prompted him to reach for his waistband, where a short dagger was hidden, which was his last means of struggle. If he didn't do this, he would be at the mercy of the man in front of him, and he might draw his sword and stab him through the heart in the next second.

However, thinking back to the other party's horrific performance just now, the man almost used up all his strength to control himself from touching the weapon on his belt. The needle-like pain reached its peak after the distance was close to more than ten centimeters. The other party finally stopped, stared at him for a long ten seconds, and suddenly turned and left.

His whole body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

Watson walked straight toward the group of police officers.

He took the two T-shaped swords back on his back to show that he was not a threat, but no one, including Gordon, let down their guard. Some even began to retreat nervously.

However, no one dared to raise their guns again.

"James Gordon?"

Watson casually changed his voice to a deep one and stood in front of Gordon.

This famous character who is always present in the "Batman" series, one of the few consciences of the Gotham City Police Department, now has a sweaty and tired face, his brows are tightly knitted together, like an unemployed middle-aged uncle who has just been kicked out of the company in a mess.

"......Who are you?"

Hearing the other party say his common name, Gordon's heart skipped a beat: "How do you know my name? What do you want?"

"I don't need anything." Watson simply wanted to get a closer look at Detective Gordon. After recognizing his face, he didn't stop, took out his rope gun and returned to the rooftop where he hid his ammunition, without giving him a chance to talk. Master Hamill was really lucky, the portal happened to open next to Gordon, who knows if it will open directly next to Batwoman.

Speaking of Batwoman... With Ms. Wayne's ability to monitor Gotham, if she gets involved in a few more gang fights, the other party will probably come looking for her. Who knows, when Detective Gordon reports to the headquarters via the walkie-talkie, it might be overheard by some shady woman.

In comparison, Watson is more interested in this city because he has always had a weird feeling about it since he came to Gotham.

An indescribable weird feeling.

Standing in the rain, it seemed as if someone was whispering in my ears, and there was a faint melody, but when I listened carefully, I couldn't catch anything.

Looking up, Gotham's sky was thick with cumulus clouds, and there was a hint of green in it, which looked like the aurora at first glance, but a closer look revealed that it was simply air pollution. But even so, the entire sky seemed inexplicably warm, like an outdoor heating pipe steaming in the middle of winter.

It's strange, but I can't tell what's strange about it.

As Watson wandered around, the feeling never left him.

He saw many citizens, such as the homeless, still going about their normal lives, eating and drinking, as if the biohazard outbreak had nothing to do with them. Watson was not sure whether these people were aware of the situation or whether Batwoman had acted too quickly and had completely controlled the spread of the infection.

A disaster like the one in Raccoon City probably won't happen.

Just as I was thinking about it, a gunshot was heard in the front.

"Fuck you!"

boom! boom! boom!

I leaned over to take a closer look and saw that the couple was arguing.

......Fine.

It was like a chain reaction. Watson had just turned his head when a car on the street below crashed into the store window at full speed. The whole scene turned into chaos in an instant. With the unfortunate store as the center, the windows on the opposite side and on both sides were pushed open. Several more gunshots were heard, followed by all kinds of abuse.

Although the scene was chaotic, it was not too complicated for Watson, as his eyes had already been fixed on the people who fired the guns - they seemed to be the residents upstairs, but at this moment they took out their homemade masks, climbed down from the upstairs one after another, and rushed towards the store as robbers.

Then he was driven out by a volley of bullets.

"Don't think I can't recognize you just because you're wearing a mask! You bunch of idiots! I'm not dead yet!" The shop owner was a fat lady. Holding a Thompson submachine gun equipped with a classic drum magazine, she cursed at the fleeing robbers.

......Fine.

Watson's attention turned to the car.

For some reason, he hoped that the driver was suffering from a viral infection and could not support his body, rather than being affected by some other mess. Seeing the fat lady walking back, Watson simply took a running start and jumped, landing lightly behind her: "Ma'am, wait a minute."

"I told you guys..." The fat lady quickly aimed her gun back, her speed was so fast that it didn't match her size at all. Seeing the person in front of her whose equipment level was obviously better than that of a large section of the street, the fat lady was stunned for a moment: "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm looking for the driver."

Watson pointed to the broken window.

A figure inside was slowly standing up.