The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

This journey lasted about 2 hours, and small groups of zombie dogs kept appearing along the way, but they were all dealt with by Watson one by one. The iconic zombies of the Resident Evil series have finally appeared. Judging from their costumes, most of these unlucky guys were rangers and tourists during their lifetimes.

However, because the location is not a densely populated area, the number of zombies Watson encounters is very small.

Moreover, their vitality is not as strong as in movies and games. They will still die if they are hit in the head with a stick.

A small experiment on the train initially proved that the T virus could not defeat the black light virus on his body, so after killing the incoming biochemical monster again, Watson made another attempt.

He actively absorbed the T-virus with his tentacles.

But nothing happened.

These T viruses are quickly eliminated after entering the body. The imaginary absorption, mutation, enhancement and upgrading are not felt at all. The T virus in the body is eliminated as efficiently as ordinary bacteria.

Watson felt that if he was a T virus, he would definitely curse:

Don't I want to lose face?

When Watson saw the building lights on the edge of Raccoon City in the distance, his watch showed that it was late at night. Leaving the railroad and turning onto the highway, the sky was still thundering, and Raccoon City shrouded in rain and fog was slowly approaching.

A large street sign, accompanied by two lights, stood alone on the roadside:

WELCOME TO RACCOON CITY

(Welcome to Raccoon City)

Walking to the phone booth by the roadside, Watson put away the more obvious fighting dagger.

The Ithaca M37 shotgun I picked up on the train has a No. 12 grip structure. When the butt is removed, the front barrel is also shortened, and it is stuffed into the backpack to expose a section of the gun head. However, the head of this old-fashioned shotgun looks like an iron pipe at first glance, so it is not too conspicuous.

After hesitating for a moment, he took out a few coins and called Mrs. Carter.

Biochemical monsters have appeared in the Arklay Mountains. Judging from the frequency of enemies encountered by Watson along the way, they have been spreading for some time.

Moreover, the plot of "Resident Evil 0" starting from the train attack incident also started early. In this world invaded by multiple dimensions, many things have deviated from their original tracks.

The final cause of the virus outbreak may be the invasion of biochemical monsters on the outskirts of the city, the malicious release of traitors from the Umbrella Company, the water pollution in the original plot, or even the mischief by "outsiders".

To say the least, don't underestimate Hydra's ability to mess things up.

It is very likely that the biochemical crisis will break out in this city without even needing 2 months of precipitation in the game plot.

Therefore, Watson's call clearly informed Carter of the virus attack in Raccoon City and reminded him to prepare for a large-scale outbreak. With the experience of previous Reaper attacks, I believe SHIELD, the military and relevant senior officials will no longer be so slow.

As for whether Hydra will interfere with it, this is not a question that Watson should worry about.

He has clearly conveyed the warning message. Even if Raccoon City is eventually bombed by a nuclear bomb because the situation is out of control, Watson does not feel that he should bear any responsibility for this.

He alone cannot stop this biological attack.

Now that zombies have appeared, there should also be news in Raccoon City about "people dying mysteriously in the Arklay Mountains." There is absolutely no shortage of news reports. Such shocking and mysterious events will always become the focus of reporters' efforts to dig out.

Raccoon City is the home of the Umbrella Corporation.

There was no doubt that they were going to suppress the news once it came out. However, although the information collected by reporters is no longer actively disseminated due to pressure, a considerable part of it will still be retained.

If an intelligence agency like SHIELD can't find any clues, that's pure nonsense.

If Mrs. Carter moves fast enough, she might be able to send someone here to catch a few biochemical monsters and take them back as evidence.

......

How am I going to find Clockwork and Howard?

According to the original plan, wait for the biochemical crisis to break out, and then take people directly to Umbrella headquarters?

Watson found a rooftop and stood there for several hours, sitting under the eaves and quietly looking at Raccoon City in the night rain. No matter how Watson asked, the old lady Gu Yi just said that the two of them were in Raccoon City. She didn't know whether her positioning couldn't be too precise or she didn't want to be too precise.

Maybe he wanted to test me.

At this time, Watson felt as if his left foot was touched by something.

He lowered his head and found a black cat standing at his feet.

A pair of bright green eyes looked over silently, it seemed to be the strange kitten they encountered during the last reaper attack. Seeing that Watson was just looking at him without any reaction, the black cat jumped up lightly and landed on Watson's lap.

Watson was sure that there was nothing before this small eaves, so the little thing could only have come from outside.

But it was raining so heavily, but not a drop of water could be seen on the black cat. Not only that, Watson gently pinched one of its paws and found that the entire palm surface was dry, without even the slightest trace of dirt.

The black cat did not refuse Miss Watson's touch, but just moved back and forth on the two long black legs.

Watson became increasingly certain that something was wrong with the cat.

Focus your energy on your eyes and turn on the microbial observation mode. Within Watson's field of vision, the microbiome was surging due to dense raindrops, like an endless wave.

Then he looked at the black cat on his lap.

Nothing changes.

This is very weird. Any physical creature will stir up the microorganisms in the air around it when it moves. Just like a person rushing towards the waves on the beach, the waves will definitely change accordingly because they hit the human body.

But not this black cat.

The surging microbiota just "passed" through the black cat's body without any hindrance, as if the cat was not an entity. But when Watson stretched out his hand, he could actually touch the black cat's fur.

What kind of creature is this black cat?

Even the Yuan Devouring Beast wouldn't be like this, right?

Watson felt that this involved his own knowledge blind spot.

Ignoring the Twoleg's confused look, the black cat continued to lick its paws.

"How about you tell me, where is the Clockwork Man?" Watson temporarily put aside the thought of the missing person plan. The little guy in front of him reminded him of the Siamese cat he had briefly owned in his previous life.

He decided to be lazy.

The Siamese cat is the pet of the new roommate. The roommate likes to party and flirt with girls, so he often asks me to feed him. After going back and forth, Watson also developed a relationship. Unfortunately, the roommate later moved away, and the Siamese cat was abandoned by the owner, and was finally given to a young lady who had always wanted to raise a cat.

Watson didn't say anything to keep it, even though he felt a little reluctant to let it go, and even though he had become accustomed to it waiting for him when he came back from get off work; he was used to it coming to rub his face and squeeze into his bed when he was sleeping. .....

But he was so poor that he couldn't even afford a cat.

Later, he heard that the Siamese cat suddenly ran away and never came back.

Maybe it was completely disappointed.

I know you are definitely not simple, but tonight, I will treat you as just an ordinary kitten. Watson tried to hold the black cat in his arms, but this move was not resisted. The black cat lay in a comfortable position, but the cat's face seemed to be full of indifference.

......

Just holding the black cat in my arms, I waited until the sunrise and the rain stopped.

Like a good friend who had played for half the night, the black cat jumped out of Watson's arms, stepped onto the eaves in front of him without looking back, and disappeared among the tiles illuminated by the morning light.

A car appeared at the intersection on the left. The wide windshield reflected the dazzling sunlight, making it unclear what kind of person was sitting inside. Watson packed his belongings and jumped from the roof of the two-story building.

The magical black cat left a "gift" for himself, which was a black cat paw print printed on the palm of Watson's left hand. The paw print was about half the size of a palm. It wasn't painful or itchy, but it couldn't be washed away no matter what.

Am I being tagged?

Looking at the crowds and traffic on the street, Watson took a bite of the hot dog he just bought. At this time, a violent cough sounded not far away. He turned around and saw that it was a homeless man in the alley.

The other person was sitting in front of a trash can, his face covered by messy hair and beard, and his dirty hands were stained with blood coughed up from his mouth. The homeless man's coughing continued, and he looked pitiful in the late stages of lung disease.

But passers-by turned a blind eye to this.

Those who should make phone calls will continue chatting with those who should chat. Occasionally, a few will come closer and notice them, and they will quickly speed up to avoid them. When Watson returned from running to the fourth hot dog stand, the homeless man had curled up and collapsed on the ground.

His collapse attracted no attention.

Footsteps criss-crossed on the sidewalk in front of her, one after another without stopping. The homeless man's body and the trash can behind him now become the only stationary things in the entire picture. If you zoom out further, you can still see the cars whizzing by.

The tramp slowly got up.

He raised his head slightly, his bloodshot eyes widened, and his gray beard was stained with turbid blood. The homeless man awkwardly stretched out a hand to grab a man in a suit passing by.

The man dodged easily, cursed in English and walked away quickly.

The tramp seemed to have just woken up from drunkenness. He stood blankly and shook his head. He saw a person standing in front of him.

Watson looked at the zombie that had just "awakened" in front of him, turned sideways to avoid the opponent's slow grab, and took two steps forward to walk behind it. Watching the zombie turn around awkwardly, Watson slowly backed away and led it deeper into the alley.

The baton takes action.

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boom!

A 7.62mm bullet shot through the head of the zombie dog. The fast running body fell to the ground, twitched a few times and then completely stopped moving. A hundred meters away, a man in black combat uniform put down the FAL automatic rifle in his hand and spoke a clear Russian sentence:

"yдapntь (hit)!"

"Okay Ghost, get moving! This area hasn't been cleared yet."

Captain Luper's voice came from the earphones. The sniper ghost, who had been standing still for a while, reluctantly stepped forward and trotted to keep up with his team: "These disgusting things have no IQ at all. Now there are all the people in the mountains and forests." It was the sound of gunshots, and their little minds were already covered."

"Well... maybe they don't have brains."

As soon as the ghost finished speaking, a headless zombie fell out from behind the nearby tree trunk, and a blond woman wearing a gas mask came out. She was wearing a tight black short-sleeved leather jacket, holding an M4 carbine in one hand and a bloody machete in the other.

A few minutes later.

"Have you solved it over there?"

Captain Luper walked out of the bushes, followed by three people. One of them was a burly fat man holding a Remington M3 shotgun, Beltway.

As a group of well-known mercenaries, the wolf team led by Luper was hired by the Umbrella Group to clean up the Akurey Mountains. It has been a week now.

Several other mercenary teams were also hired. They invaded the Aklay Mountains from multiple directions on the periphery. Although they were still far away from the railway that ran through the center, they had already achieved considerable results.

Although biochemical monsters, mainly zombie dogs, are not difficult to deal with under normal circumstances, the jungle terrain in the Aklay Mountains is complex and there are many bushes. You can always encounter some enemies lurking in hidden places to launch attacks.

The mercenaries inevitably suffered casualties.

"So, was anyone hurt?"

After the assembly, the blond woman wearing a gas mask asked, and the team members shook their heads, with the male team members shaking the hardest. "It's so boring." The woman lowered her body, picked up a few leaves from the ground and wiped the blood on her knife.

"You scared them, Bertha."

A woman with short black hair came over and stood next to the blonde Bertha. Captain Luper emphasized: "This time is completely different from the previous situation. If you are injured, you must accept treatment. Do you understand?"

Getting the virus is a surefire way to die.

Representatives of the Umbrella Group have made it clear that the viruses on these biochemical monsters are incurable, and even minor infections can kill people. After witnessing the transformation of personnel, all mercenary teams began to be extremely cautious.

Therefore, even if the injured person is scratched by a branch, everyone will spontaneously lock him up and closely monitor him.

However, Party A is Party A after all, and the Umbrella Group issued an ultimatum of one week. This forced the mercenaries to unite and try some more efficient methods, but the risks skyrocketed.

The Wolf Pack team soon continued into the battle.

High in the sky above the Akurey Mountains, the Umbrella Group's surveillance satellites were quietly observing everything happening below.

......

Dozens of kilometers away, the Umbrella Group headquarters.

"Fire Saber Team has requested to withdraw from the operation."

Kingston, the bespectacled man, received a report from his subordinates. The Fire Saber Team suffered the heaviest casualties among the mercenary teams hired to clean up the Arklay Mountains. More than half of the personnel were lost, and only the deputy was left in the entire team. The captain and several members.

"I understand, just follow the old rules."

The so-called "old rules" actually refer to silence. The Umbrella Group has its own armed forces, the most elite of which is the Umbrella Security Service (Umbrella Security Service), referred to as U.S.S.

The most common thing this force does is to eliminate evidence against the company.

Naturally, this also includes silence. The Umbrella Group has been able to steadily control Raccoon City for so many years because of more than just money. The Fire Sabers were not the first to be silenced, nor would they be the last.

These poor mercenaries probably thought they would get all the commissions in the end, right? It's really ridiculous that someone secretly videotaped and blackmailed me. And as long as you all die, won't we save the money?

Kingston, the man with glasses, sneered.

They are just pawns.

No one can escape alive with these secrets.

except me.