The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"Yeah~!"

"Stop screaming, okay? Please."

The black light virus has a weird ability to suspend and buffer in the air. This feature not only allows Watson to glide like a wingsuit at high altitudes, but also effectively slows down the impact when landing from a high altitude.

Theoretically, as long as there is enough distance for the black light virus on his body to be fully buffered, Watson does not need to carry a parachute when he descends from the atmosphere.

So the little baby girl got so excited. In her eyes, she was like jumping on a mushroom, jumping from one roof to another. She still couldn't understand what was going on on the street, so she devoted herself wholeheartedly to "I don't know why, but I seem to be able to fly."

Negotiations between Chicken and Duck failed, and Watson had no choice but to let the little baby girl scream.

According to his experience, shouting for a while will make you tired. Anyway, Raccoon City is a mess now, so no one will notice them.

After wandering around for a long time, Watson finally found a place that looked like a shopping mall. The big sign on the floor had the word "Supermarket" printed on it. It must be right.

But after observing for a while, he gave up the plan of going in to find something. Because this supermarket is already overflowing with corpses, it is likely to be in a mess, and the goods may have been contaminated with viruses.

Watson turned his attention to a closed clothing store not far away. This store is in a remote location, and it seems to have been closed for a long time. No one is visiting and there are no zombies paying attention to it, so the various decorations in the store are still very complete.

With both arms exerted, the locked store door was forcefully opened by Watson.

At this moment, the roar of a propeller came from far to near.

Watson looked up and saw an S-64 crane helicopter flying across the sky.

This was the first time I had seen this kind of helicopter designed specifically for lifting and transporting. It only had a nose and no belly. It looked like a pufferfish with its entire belly cut off. At this time, the crane helicopter was flying towards the center of Raccoon City, carrying six large cans.

Those six jars should contain Tyrant, the famous biochemical weapon in the Resident Evil series.

In fact, the T virus is the abbreviation of Tyrant. The Umbrella Company first developed the T virus to create tyrants. They never thought about releasing it on a large scale to cause a biochemical crisis...

At least I didn't think so at first.

Now it seems that the Umbrella Company's response is much faster than in the original game plot. Watson doesn't know whether to praise Mrs. Viper for her strong judgment or scold her for being too greedy for money. In just one afternoon, the Umbrella Company has decided to release biological and chemical weapons into Raccoon City.

Businessmen actually know how to be flexible.

While erasing evidence and eliminating survivors, it can also be used as a real demonstration of biological and chemical weapons for potential buyers to watch. It is simply killing three birds with one stone. If nothing else, Umbrella Company's U.S.S. is most likely on its way to paralyzing communications and destroying power.

They want Raccoon City to be completely destroyed.

It would be better if the National Guard and the like came in for rescue. A truckload of biological and chemical weapons would give them a painful surprise. And Hydra will try its best to promote the suggestion of launching nuclear bombs behind the scenes. As long as it proves that the Beacon Country government has nothing to do about the "biochemical crisis" and can only end the problem with a single nuclear bomb...

Then these sneaky virus buyers will only be more satisfied.

It would be better to come here a few more times and then fully expose it and write about it in a big way.

Hydra has been dormant for decades, so it would be easy to find a secret channel to poison it. As long as there is "proper publicity", when people discover a sudden biochemical virus infection around them... they will feel that a nuclear bomb is on the way.

When people are desperate, they can do anything.

Except for math problems.

As a result, this country may completely decline and be forced to give up a large piece of cake that it originally held in its hands, triggering a reshuffle of the world structure. And for some organizations that want to retaliate against the world, it’s hard to buy nuclear bombs, isn’t it also hard to buy biochemical viruses?

So nuclear weapons may not even be the only means of deterrence.

After all, nuclear radiation is difficult to eliminate, and the T virus has an antidote, so its controllability is theoretically quite good. Maybe a customized model can be developed in the future, and only a matching exclusive antidote can eliminate it. Umbrella Group (crossed out) and Hydra will use this to become the "arms tycoons" of the new era.

Of course, we all know about biochemical mutations, and we may one day become immune to the antidote.

But if humans don’t seek death, what role will superheroes have?

We must hurry up and send this little baby girl away.

Kill the clockwork man and rescue the Howards before the nuclear bomb that may be launched at any time falls. Not wanting to waste any more time, Watson took off his coat, put the palm of his right hand on his left shoulder, and activated the positioning mark according to what Master Hamil said before.

The activation method is actually very simple, just touch the palm of your right hand with the invisible spell pattern on your left shoulder and press it for about 10 seconds.

Soon, a circular portal slowly opened around him, and Uncle Hamill, wearing a medieval plate armor, walked out with a hammer in hand and spoke in authentic Mandarin:

"Little boy, have you found him?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was stunned for a moment, glanced at Watson up and down, and asked with an uncertain tone: "Why are you wearing doll clothes?"

Miss Watson's beautiful eyebrows twitched. She really didn't want to let Mr. Hamill talk anymore. That weird tone of voice was really disturbing. Combined with the opponent's shining silver plate armor, it looks weird.

Taking off his tactical sling, Watson handed over the babbling little baby girl: "I just want you to take this little baby out first, and be sure to disinfect it. I will go find the clockwork man later. , can you carve another positioning mark for me?"

Time is getting increasingly tight, and there are not many options for Watson to consider.

Clockwork Man is only located in Raccoon City, but not necessarily in the Umbrella Corporation headquarters.

Find the most likely relevant people as soon as possible and confirm the clockwork man's last location. Even if he has to try to extract the living memories of U.S.S. soldiers, he must complete the task as soon as possible.

Perhaps we should also find ways to collect criminal evidence of the umbrella company.

A few minutes later.

Watson, who was light and without a baby, walked out of the clothing store, jumped to the top of the building in two steps, and started heading towards the top of the tallest building nearby. Watson will use the "gliding" ability of this body to patrol the skies above Raccoon City in search of U.S.S. tactical teams.

Unlike the Raccoon City police, who only have small pistols and a handful of shotguns, the U.S.S. soldiers are armed with plenty of firepower. As soon as they opened fire, Watson could easily distinguish the sounds of grenades, assault rifles and light machine guns.

And after he started gliding, he had already seen several Black Hawk helicopters in the distance.

The most obvious "road sign" appeared.

These Black Hawk helicopters are not here to rescue people, but are used to drop U.S.S. soldiers to perform tasks such as erasing evidence and destroying key facilities. As long as you follow these helicopters, you will most likely find the U.S.S. action team.

A warm wind filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke blew past my ears.

Watson locked onto a UH-60 Black Hawk helicopter that was conducting a personnel rappel from a distance. He turned his center of mass in mid-air and flew in the direction of the helicopter.

......

Thug, tug, tug, tug!

A dense, dull sound of gunfire rang out. This was the M134 rapid-fire machine gun (commonly known as the airborne Gatling gun) mounted on the Black Hawk helicopter that was firing at the group of corpses. The terrifying rate of fire of more than 5000 rounds per minute caused the bullets to form a deadly whip of death, and all the zombies it touched were beaten to pieces.

"The area has been cleared."

"Copy that, start heading to the substation."

The hovering Black Hawk helicopter raised its tail and flew towards the Umbrella Group headquarters, preparing to transport the next batch of personnel. The U.S.S. operations team on the ground set up a tactical formation and marched towards the substation in front of them.

These soldiers wore uniform black combat uniforms. Even the tactical vests and helmets they wore were black. Each of them also wore a uniform SF-10 gas mask on their face. The specially processed dark red eyepieces looked particularly scary. people.

Approaching the door of the substation, a woman opened the door and ran out.

"Thank God! Are you the police? Please help us! This is really scary. I don't know what happened. Many people suddenly started biting everywhere like crazy..."

A U.S.S. soldier raised his hand to interrupt the woman: "Calm down, madam, are there any other survivors here besides you?"

"Yes! Yes! I have a few colleagues..."

The woman said, waving behind her, and after a while, several men and women in work clothes ran out.

"Are these all people?" The gas mask on the face of the U.S.S. soldier made it impossible to see any expression. After receiving the woman's affirmation, several U.S.S. soldiers quickly raised their MP5 submachine guns and fired at the survivors in front of them.

This move was too sudden.

The expression of joy and relief on the woman's face didn't even have time to change before she collapsed with several bloody flowers appearing on her body. Several other survivors could not escape their fate, and fell to the guns of the soldiers in an instant.

"Survivors cleared, continue operations."

The captain's emotionless voice sounded in the earphones, and the U.S.S. soldiers continued to move towards the gate of the substation.

No one glanced at the bodies of the survivors on the ground.

Just then, Watson arrived.

Seeing a dozen U.S.S. soldiers disappearing into the substation gate, he thought for a moment and decided to launch an attack from the ceiling according to the old method. There are many pipes in the substation, which is very suitable for sneak attacks and maneuvers. It would be better if these enemies enter and then divide into small groups.

After checking for objects that might have fallen or moved on his body, Watson removed his backpack and the Ithaca M37 shotgun, leaving only a baton, two M9 pistols, eight magazines and several fighting knives on his body.

Easily climb in through the upstairs window.

By hanging his tentacles upside down from the pipes in the ceiling, Watson put his eyes into microbial observation mode. The microorganisms stirred by the bodies of U.S.S. soldiers surged and showed moving trajectories.

Judging from the general trajectory, these U.S.S. soldiers really split into two paths.

......

Da da da! !

In the long and narrow passage, the unique sound of the MP5 submachine gun rang out. There were more than a dozen zombies crowded at the end of the passage. Most of them were wearing electrician uniforms and looked like workers in a substation.

But they were no threat to the U.S.S. soldiers with sufficient firepower.

"Reloading."

A U.S.S. soldier stepped aside as he spoke, and the man behind him immediately took up his position with a gun in hand.

The fight was in full swing on this side of the passage, and Watson on the other side of the passage quietly crawled on the ceiling like a licker. Fortunately, the lighting system above the passage is basically a chandelier type, which is far away from the ceiling, so Watson will not expose his shadow.

I watched the moment when another soldier started to reload...

Watson let go and fell.

Holding the three-stage police swing stick in his hand, he swung it hard from top to bottom towards the lower back of a soldier.

A heavy muffled sound was heard along with the sound of bone cracking.

The tactical vest could not stop Watson's power. The unsuspecting U.S.S. soldier's waist was shattered and he fell to the ground screaming. Before anyone around him could react, Watson leaned over and swung his stick with his backhand, hitting another soldier in the knee.

Another groan.

The soldier with a wounded knee fell to the ground and was immediately punched in the stomach. This time he couldn't even hum, his upper and lower limbs were arched twitchingly, and a few thin lines of blood spurted out from the filter of the gas mask on his face.

Da da da!

The third soldier quickly turned around and fired, but the distance between the two sides was too close. Several bullets flew close to Watson, and then the soldier was grabbed by the neck and lifted up by Watson.

Using the human body in his hand as a human shield, Watson strode towards the soldiers a few meters away.

"We were attacked by a suspected special mutant! High speed and agility! Huge power! She looks like a young woman, wearing a light blue dress..."

The team leader pressed the earphone with his left hand and shouted quickly to the team in another part of the substation. When carrying out these sudden cleaning and destruction tasks, their calls would be simultaneously monitored and recorded by the command room at the headquarters, so he is actually pretty good now. Yu Zai reports to the headquarters.

After a few words, the two men in front of him had been killed by the "special mutant".

The soldier who did not have time to reload the magazine of the MP5 submachine gun took out his pistol decisively, but in the end still missed the critical opportunity to fire. He watched helplessly as his teammates with bullets in their guns were knocked into the wall by another teammate, and he followed in his footsteps.

Da da da!

The last U.S.S. soldier standing on the field: the squad leader finally fired. However, Watson was carrying another human shield in his hand. The 5mm caliber bullet of the MP9 submachine gun could not penetrate the bulletproof vest on the human shield.

The squad leader turned around and wanted to run, but Watson had already drawn his M9 pistol, and several bullets hit his leg.

After rushing forward with a few punches, the 6-man U.S.S. team was completely wiped out.

Picking up the submachine gun on the ground, Watson shot down the remaining zombies at the end of the passage. After solving the latest trouble, he turned his attention back to the six U.S.S. soldiers in front of him who didn't even have much energy left to cry.

In this round of sneak attacks, Watson deliberately retained his strength, so these soldiers were basically still alive.

Although most of them are not far from death.

Another group of U.S.S. soldiers in the substation may arrive at any time. Before that, he needs to use the black light virus to obtain the memories in the brains of these soldiers.

I hope my trip won't be in vain.

The tentacle stretched out from his left wrist and reached towards a U.S.S. soldier whose mask was taken off by Watson.