The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

In the sky hundreds of kilometers away from Raccoon City, a Harrier fighter jet was flying over at great speed.

The craft comes from Gotham, New Jersey.

Logically speaking, this vertical take-off and landing fighter with a combat radius of less than a thousand kilometers cannot fly such a distance. But Miss Bat completely transformed it with Wayne Enterprises technology, and also used a special aerial tanker for endurance support.

Ten minutes later, Raccoon City, filled with flames, came into her sight.

"Prepare for remote control operation, Alfred." Bruce pressed the earphone and spoke to the housekeeper at the temporary base in Denver, Colorado.

"Received Miss Wayne, but please allow me to remind you that although you have a protective coating against bites, we have not tested the bite force of the infected person this time, so I still recommend that you try to avoid close combat. "

"Ah."

The Harrier fighter hovered on the flat and wide roof of a building, and Bruce jumped down with an M4A1 carbine in her arms.

Yes, she has a gun.

Although this is just a precaution.

Brucey didn't want to participate in this incident as Batwoman, so she wore a full-coverage black tight-fitting combat suit, looking like a special soldier.

Last month's Reaper attack taught her a hard lesson: don't try to deal with these hordes of monsters with fists and kicks. When they swarmed up with more than twenty of them, Batwoman, who did not have a protective suit at the time, had to use a rope gun to temporarily avoid the edge.

Looking at the infected people on the street in front of me.

Two very similar infection incidents occurred in less than half a year, and this time they were on the scale of an entire city. Therefore, Brucey, who likes to stay in Gotham City, had to temporarily stop her favorite... daily patrol work.

If the test results of the samples captured later are the same as the last Reaper virus and prove irreversible, then the only thing Bruce can do is to find out the mastermind behind it.

As for these infected people who will never become human again, perhaps physical relief is the best outcome for them.

Skillfully used the rope gun to catch a lucky guy.

I easily removed the joints of its limbs and completely sealed its mouth with special tape. Then I took out the rope on its body and tied it tightly several times, and then put it in a thick ventilated canvas bag.

Finally, Brucey took off an air bag-like device from her waist and installed it on the infected person's back.

Bang!

There was a sound of gas expanding, and the airbag-like device turned into a huge balloon in just a few seconds, pulling up the infected person's body and flying high into the sky.

Fulton Recycling System.

After this "cargo" carried by a special helium-filled balloon rises to an altitude of several hundred meters, it will be recovered by an aircraft equipped with V-shaped tentacles on the nose, and secretly taken to the nearest temporary base in Denver for chemical testing.

However, this form of recycling is more suitable for first aid work in peaceful areas. If you fly the balloon so casually in a war zone, there is a high probability that the enemy will shoot it down.

After waiting for a few minutes, the goods were recovered successfully.

"Start the test as soon as possible, Ah Fu. I'll check the situation here first."

After giving instructions to the housekeeper, Brucy picked a few lone infected people to try her skills, but found that their movements were very slow, completely different from the fierce and swift reapers before.

After knocking over the infected people in front of her with a few sticks, Bruce walked onto the messy streets and began to look for survivors. Based on a cursory study of the Raccoon City map on the plane, they were most likely at the Raccoon City Police Department a few blocks away.

I looked up at the sky and saw dusk approaching.

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"The target is a young female with long brown hair, wearing a light blue dress..."

The Raccoon City substation, which had just experienced several murders, once again welcomed the U.S.S. combat team, but this time most of the soldiers stayed at the door and front hall, with only a few soldiers acting as information feedback personnel and clockwork. People went deep into the substation together.

After judging that "wild mutants" appeared in the substation, the U.S.S. command immediately adjusted its plan to fight the enemy.

Based on their past experience in responding to such incidents, capturing "wild mutants" requires heavy weapons and a lot of manpower. But now is a critical moment for employment. Since Clockwork Man has taken the initiative to take over the job, there is no need to waste the lives of these U.S.S. soldiers.

"Arrived at the incident site, no target found. Start thermal imaging scan..."

Clockwork Man led several U.S.S. soldiers to the passage where the battle had taken place quickly, but there was no movement in the passage as expected, which was consistent with their previous impressions of wild mutants.

A U.S.S. soldier hung an M4 carbine with a grenade launcher on his chest, raised a thermal imager and began to scan the rooms he passed one by one. But after walking for a long time, no obvious thermal creatures appeared in the instrument.

......

The enemies at this end of the passage were moving slowly. Watson at the other end of the passage made a small exploration around the corner, confirmed the number of enemies, and then quickly returned. This is a staff canteen hall, where he is preparing to complete an ambush.

Just a few minutes ago, Watson picked a long-haired zombie that was wandering in the hall, destroyed its mobility (actually by breaking off its limbs), put his own clothes on it to act as a bait, and used a slender steel beam to Pin it up.

"Are you ready? Mage Hamil?"

At this moment, Watson was wearing a bulletproof helmet, a camouflage combat uniform taken out of his backpack, and his body was covered with grenades. He touched the MP5 submachine gun in his hand and couldn't help but whisper to Uncle Hamil beside him.

The MP5 submachine gun was of course picked up from U.S.S. soldiers. In addition to guns and ammunition, these well-equipped soldiers also had several flash blast bombs, smoke grenades and fragmentation grenades.

It's a pity that Watson, with his half-experience, could only understand these devices. As for those messy things that looked like walkie-talkies, cameras, and detectors, he was completely confused.

Originally, Watson wanted a mirror space spell of the kind commonly used by ancient wizards, so that he could directly imprison this group of enemies, including Clockwork Man, from space, but the cruel reality gave him no chance to fantasize at all.

Just like time spells, there are only a few people in the entire Kama Taj who can use advanced space-side spells such as mirror space. Most mages can only master basic spells such as portals throughout their lives, although this is enough to defy the heavens.

As for the major projects of these mages, most of them are simple and direct combat spells such as transformed weapons, shields and trace treatment.

I'll give you another hand to dispel the sky, no more.

But fortunately, the target this time is not of demonic blood. Clockwork Man is a demonic power acquired through acquired means as a human being. Therefore, it is possible to gather several mages with dispersion skills and give them a group bonus version of joint dispersion spells.

Footsteps near the hall door.

Uncle Hamill, who was wearing plate armor, nodded to Watson, turned around and disappeared into the dark corner.

Ga...

Dozens of seconds later, the crooked iron door slowly opened on both sides, and the U.S.S. soldiers who had stopped spying through the cracks of the door entered with guns.

The center of the hall was filled with human bodies.

Some are substation employees;

Some are U.S.S. soldiers;

Others were so badly damaged that their identities could not be determined.

And on the top of these wreckage stood a figure, motionless under the flashing lights. Although she looked like a woman from the curves on her back, the blood stains on her body were too thick to be seen clearly under such poor lighting conditions.

"Light blue dress...suspected mission target."

A sharp-eyed U.S.S. soldier observed the woman's clothes that were not completely contaminated, and whispered his judgment. At this time, his teammate holding a thermal imager added: "The target is still 'alive'."

Having reached a preliminary conclusion, several soldiers stepped back to reveal Clockwork Man who was walking at the end. His turn was next. As information feedback personnel, the soldiers only need to record the battle information, and they can retreat decisively if the fighting situation on the scene is too fierce.

Well, these are the exact words of Commander Sergei.

The clockwork man moved.

Approaching the crowd in front of him, he raised a pistol and pulled the trigger. The bullet accurately hit the shoulder of the woman in the light blue dress who was surrounded by people, causing her body to tremble.

The sound of gunfire echoed in the hall, and the U.S.S. soldiers tightened their grip on their guns, fearing that the target in front of them would suddenly violently kill. But the target didn't move at all. Instead, several metal can-like objects appeared on the floor under the dim and flickering lights.

"Grenade!!"

Everyone shouted in low voices and tried to jump away, rushing towards the nearest bunker.

But it's too late.

boom!

The power of several frag grenades exploding together was very terrifying. Two people who could not dodge were half-pierced by the explosive fragments and fell to the ground motionless. It seemed that they would not survive.

With the help of the tentacles, he pulled out several pull tabs again. This time, Watson threw out several flash bombs and smoke bombs. The hall suddenly flashed frequently, and then was filled with smoke screens.

He didn't dare to show his head, but huddled behind the half wall and threw it in the direction of the door. As early as that night in 1944, when he was hit by a rifle bullet after shrinking his head for two seconds, he had already fully experienced the Clockwork Man's marksmanship.

Kara...

The clockwork man immediately changed his position, pulled out another pistol from his body, and looked around in the smoke screen. At this moment, a figure appeared in his field of vision. Clockwork Man reacted very quickly, firing out several bullets with a flick of his wrist.

These bullets had no effect. Instead, a helmet flew in front of him.

Without any hesitation, he turned sideways to avoid the helmet, and then dropped his guns to the ground. The two gleaming T-shaped swords on his back were unsheathed in an instant, and they stabbed the person coming up and down.

puff!

The blade of the sword pierced Watson's chest, but like the bullets just now, it had no obvious impact on him. The two sides were already very close. Watson took the opportunity to reach out and grab the clockwork man's body. Spell lines suddenly appeared on the skin under the camouflage uniform.

He yelled one word:

"Come!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an arc portal opened next to Watson and Clockwork Man. The slightly confused Clockwork Man only had time to kneel Watson, who was holding two swords, before he rushed into the portal with his swords and his men on his shoulders.

"We are under attack! The target will use weapons..." The U.S.S. soldier, stunned by the sound of the grenade, shouted into the earpiece: "This is not a wild mutant, this is a trap!"

After more than ten seconds, the smoke gradually faded, and there was no trace of the clockwork man in front of him.

A burly figure wearing full plate armor, carrying a mace and shield, and dressed like a medieval infantryman walked slowly towards them.

"Fire!"

The U.S.S. soldiers in the hall did not hesitate this time, raised their guns and started shooting.

Clang, clang, clang! ! !

The bullet bounced off the spell shield. Uncle Hamill quickly charged forward and started his warm-up activities.

......

tom!

Knocking his opponent away in mid-air, Clockwork Man's back fell to the stone tile floor, and he jumped up like a carp. He quickly looked at the surrounding environment and saw dark green bricks and torches everywhere he looked.

This is a deep underground arena.

Sudden heart palpitations interrupted Clockwork Man's thoughts, and he felt an inexplicable thing disappearing from his body. There was a sharp pain in the already hollow heart. Clockwork Man, who had not felt pain for a long time due to the removal of the pain nerve, couldn't help shouting:

"Roar!!!!"

A demon-like roar sounded from behind the metal mask. Clockwork Man hunched over and tightly grasped the handle of the T-shaped sword with both hands. He roared in pain, and thick smoke-like particles emitted from his arched back.

Under the action of the dispersing array, these particles ignited when they came into contact with the air and turned into ashes floating in the air. After a while, the sky over the small arena was filled with ashes.

Watson turned his head and looked at the mage beside him.

The other party shook his head.

This is the code that Watson had agreed with these mages before. Nodding means that the dispersing magic circle has completely stripped away the power of the devil; shaking the head means that the power of the devil has not been completely eliminated; and if the magic circle is completely ineffective, then a warning must be issued.

Watson was not surprised by this result. For someone like Clockwork Man who has been with the power of demons for decades, the power of demons in his body is not so easy to completely remove, so one cannot expect that a dispersing magic circle can turn the opponent into a waste.

But everyone’s original goal has been achieved.

Clockwork Man's soul has been imprisoned in this dispersing circle. As long as he kills the body in front of him, his soul may not seek death reports like normal people, but at least it will not be rescued by the demon behind him for resurrection.

Da da da da da da!

Watson picked up the MP5 submachine gun hanging on his back and opened fire, hitting the clockwork man with a hail of bullets. But from the body wrapped in a tight-fitting combat uniform, no blood burst out. Instead, objects like decayed sand flowed out.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Clockwork Man staggered, the pain of his soul being torn apart alive was enough to make anyone lose their mind. His movements were no longer as graceful as before, and now he had transformed into a berserker.

He looked at Clockwork Man, who was charging towards him with his swords raised high.

Watson threw away the empty gun, made fists with both hands and shook them to both sides, and the scarlet bone blade stretched out. Just like that rainy night in 1944, the two fought together again after 53 years.