The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Clockwork Man's memory provides critical information.

Umbrella headquarters is now on the brink of civil unrest.

In Watson's original plan, Umbrella's headquarters would fall into chaos due to the spread of the biological crisis. This was also the prerequisite for him to single-handedly rescue the Howards.

Due to the lack of information channels, Watson knew nothing about the real situation at Umbrella Headquarters and could only rely on guesswork. It's been a day since the biochemical crisis broke out, and he doesn't know whether there is any virus infection or whether there is an outbreak of corpses there.

Night has fallen. Can the photophobic "Leech Queen" survive the protagonists and launch her own revenge plan? If none of the above happens, then to take a step back, how many combat forces in the headquarters are deployed to perform the task of destroying evidence?

Do you have a chance to eliminate Mrs. Viper?

Will the Howards be transferred early?

In previous battles with U.S.S. soldiers, Watson was also trying his best to search for all information about Umbrella Headquarters, hoping to confirm the true situation there.

The reason for the imminent civil unrest at Umbrella Headquarters is simple: most of the Umbrella employees have family and friends living in Raccoon City.

Fortunately, the biohazard is still on its first day of outbreak.

As expected, Mrs. Viper blocked the news of the virus outbreak, and because the tragedy in Raccoon City was completely irreversible, the middle-level and lower-level employees of Umbrella Headquarters were divided into opposite sides by the management within a day.

There is no way these employees will make it out alive.

They have been involved in Umbrella's illegal activities for many years and have too much potential evidence. There are more than a thousand employees in the entire underground headquarters. A small group of people who escape and testify can put the umbrella company into big trouble.

After all, U.S.S. is only a department created for covert operations. Therefore, in order to kill people and silence them, Mrs. Viper will most likely lure these unsuspecting employees to gather together, then block all external channels, and finally release BOW to kill her former "self" people".

The time has come to invade Umbrella's underground headquarters.

The only thing you need to know for sure is...

When will that possible nuclear bomb appear?

......

After a hearty meal, Uncle Hamill re-engraved the positioning spell pattern on Watson with ease, and then opened the portal to Raccoon City.

Watson had an M9 pistol on each leg, an MP5 submachine gun hanging on his chest, and an M37 Ithaca shotgun and a T-shaped sword dropped by Clockwork Man on both sides of his backpack.

Slowly stepping out of the store, the sky outside the store has entered night.

Unlike the calm rainy night of the previous night, tonight's Raccoon City was full of firelight. Nearly one-third of the buildings on the street where Watson's clothing store was located were on fire, illuminating the road brighter than normal street lights.

The sounds and movements of people around him have become much quieter, leaving only a large number of zombies walking slowly on the road littered with damaged cars.

In one day, Raccoon City has turned into hell.

It's time to act.

How to change the magazine of MP5 submachine gun?

By the way, first pull the charging handle until it is stuck in the groove, and then reset it after replacing the magazine. The MP5 submachine gun and the G3 automatic rifle have the same roller locking structure, so it is difficult to change the magazine and pull the bolt again like a normal gun, otherwise the locking may not be in place.

But this action of smashing the charging handle is so cool...

Snapped!

Watson lightly slapped his fist on the charging handle of the MP5, and the charging handle returned with a pop. After pushing the door open and walking onto the street, several zombies eating corpses in front of him noticed his movements.

Pulling out the telescopic butt and turning on the semi-automatic mode, Watson picked up the MP5 and fired. This kind of close-range shooting of about 10 meters is really not difficult, not to mention that the opponent is a relatively slow-moving zombie, so it is basically a headshot with one shot.

If it weren't for the limited ammunition, Watson would have wanted to spend half an hour clearing all the zombies on this street.

After absorbing Clockwork Man's combat experience, Watson needed some time to adapt to combat again. After the submachine gun comes the shotgun. After the shotgun, it’s the pistol’s turn. Next, it’s time to try cold weapons.

Watson's previous close combat relied solely on hard hitting.

The so-called hard attack is to use the crushing power and reaction nerves given by the black light virus to increase the speed and power several times. Then the original rough and simple attack movements will become completely deadly in Watson's hands.

Just like a simple straight punch, Watson's full force will make any blocking action meaningless. Just like the human body cannot stop bullets, no ordinary person can withstand the power of a fist augmented by the black light virus.

This kind of hard hitting actually consumes energy and significantly affects the time limit for Watson to continue fighting. Therefore, even if he wants to rush into the crowd and launch an unparalleled wave, Watson must learn to save every ounce of his energy. Of course, it would be another matter if the body's devouring ability was completely released and the enemy was directly used to replenish energy.

But the above description is only for ordinary people.

I found a place like an underground garage, which was bustling with people.

But none of them are alive. Even if there are survivors wandering around, they probably won't take the initiative to join in after seeing this scene. Putting the backpack weighing nearly ten kilograms on the hood of the car at the door, Watson pulled out the two T-shaped swords.

The group of corpses noticed the sudden visit of "prey" and began to move closer to the garage door.

Instead of relying on his strong physical fitness to hit him like before, Watson's eyes jumped between the zombies in front of him, thinking about the most labor-saving solution.

The battle with Clockwork Man made Watson realize the importance of fighting skills.

If the opponent is no longer an ordinary person, but a superhuman or monster who can catch up with or even surpass Watson in any aspect such as vitality, recovery, reaction and endurance, poor combat skills will become his Fatal shortcoming.

For example, Spider-Man, the Hulk, and even Thanos, any one of them can catch Watson's fist, and can even turn around and smash Watson like a wine bottle.

Of course, they may not be able to resist the engulfing power of the black light virus in Watson's body. But there are many ways to defend against the black light virus. Among other things, the Black Panther's fully covered vibranium armor can completely prevent Watson's tentacles from finding their way out.

For now, the black light virus is just a trump card with obvious flaws. You cannot always rely on it to fight. The more you use it, the easier it will be to be known and targeted. One more means of winning means one more hope of victory.

So Watson needs to learn in combat.

Lots of fighting.

Swinging out a simple sword flower, twisting to avoid the attack of the zombie in front of him, Watson took a small step to stand behind the opponent. Then the sword blade held in his left hand stabbed lightly, and the back of the zombie's head was penetrated.

Before it fell to the ground, Watson had already turned around to face the next target.

In just one minute, the underground garage was already crawling with mutilated zombies. When surrounded, Watson would frequently use the spinning sword arc, and the zombies' long arms and legs would often suffer from this.

The T-shaped double swords turned over in his hands, and he slowly felt a little bit. Watson's attacks are no longer just two monotonous movements of straight thrusts and side cuts, but incorporate more body skills and combat steps.

Between two, three or even more consecutive goals...

Simpler actions.

More minor consumption.

The combination translates into greater combat efficiency.

puff!

The last zombie standing in front of Watson passed by the sword. The headless body staggered a few steps and then fell to its knees heavily. There were only a few people left in the entire underground garage. Tossing on the ground.

After briefly cleaning up the blood stains on his body, Watson walked out of the underground garage carrying his bag.

Breathing fresh air again.

It's great, although the air smells a bit burnt.

Looking up at the night sky, Watson began to think about how to find a phone to ask Mrs. Carter about the nuclear bomb. However, the Umbrella Group headquarters has already sent a U.S.S. team to blow up the substation in the afternoon, and the destruction of other communication facilities should not be slow.

After all, if the news is to be blocked, the first thing to be destroyed must be the communication facilities. Therefore, the public communication system in Raccoon City is now in all likelihood completely scrapped. There is no way for him to find a phone booth on the street like he did during the Reaper attack.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the roar of an engine overhead.

Watson looked up and saw a fighter jet flying over at low altitude. The airflow brought by the jet nozzle also stirred up smoke, dust and waste paper, which hit him with a splash.

Has the army already arrived?

Watson put his feet on the wall and quickly climbed to the roof of a two-story building, hoping to see the shadows of armored vehicles and infantry from the street. But as far as the eye could see, there were still large expanses of building fires, groups of wandering zombies, and piles of vehicle wreckage, with no movement of any living people.

Apart from the hovering fighter jet, there were no other aircraft in the sky.

Wait, hover?

The shape that just passed by does not look like a flying saucer. Could it be that the F35 fighter jet that can take off and land vertically came out ten years early? The aircraft was not too far away or too close, and Watson got as close as seven or eight buildings, just enough to see it clearly.

Oh, it’s an antique like the Harrier, so that’s okay.

Wait, it’s still wrong!

A single vertical takeoff and landing of the Harrier fighter consumes nearly one-third of the aviation fuel. Which pilot in the military would turn on the vertical takeoff and landing mode of his Harrier in a war zone? Danger or not? Also, does he still have the fuel to fly back when he hovers?

Just under Watson's strange gaze.

The Harrier landed on the top of a building, and a man with a rifle climbed up from downstairs. He took out something like disinfectant equipment from the storage device on the belly of the plane and sprayed it on himself. Then he took off his hood and started eating and drinking while leaning on the plane.

really big......

No, it's really beautiful.

Seeing the impressive bright red hair and the familiar pretty face, Watson recognized Miss Bruce Wayne without a cape. After a brief moment of surprise, he figured out why Batwoman appeared here.

And Ms. Bat Master (crossed out) is indeed not short of black technology, let alone money. Therefore, the Batmobile is already unscientific enough, and it is very simple to get a Harrier fighter jet and modify it.

But Watson was thinking about something else.

Miss Bat should have a phone on her, right?

I remembered correctly that she should speak German.

How about trying to borrow one from her?

Although with Batman's virtue, the phone call he gave would most likely have a recording function, but there seemed to be no faster option at the moment, so Watson decided to emphasize it with Mrs. Carter when he answered the phone. .

......

"Afu, how long until the transport helicopter arrives?"

"Half an hour left, Miss Wayne."

Brucy chewed an energy bar in her mouth, took another sip of saline, and confirmed the specific arrival time of the evacuation helicopter with the housekeeper Afu.

In order to protect the more than thirty survivors she had spent several hours saving, she contacted a CH-53 transport helicopter in advance through a secret account in a manner similar to that of a mercenary.

In fact, the last time the New Jersey border was attacked by reapers spreading from New York City, Brucey also used this method to rescue the survivors.

But that rescue nearly failed.

There are infected people in the crowd.

Fortunately, Brucey was present at the time and subdued the rising reapers, thus avoiding the tragedy of machine destruction and fatalities. Therefore, she was prepared this time. In the previous airdrop of supplies from Harrier fighter jets, a freshly prepared virus detector was delivered.

Just like testing alcohol, one person "drops" it, it's simple, direct, fast and effective.

Brucy was not the Virgin. After learning that there was no ready-made medicine to treat this viral infection, she gave up the last bit of luck in her heart. She would save them if she could, and there was nothing she could do if the infected ones couldn't be saved.

Although attempts to develop an antidote were already underway, looking at the infected people who were tied up and looking depressed, Bruce had already prepared the worst plan in her mind: these people might not be able to survive the development of an antidote. When it comes out.

However, those infected mutating aren't actually the worst thing.

Worse things happened soon after.

A man who was nearly 3 meters tall appeared from the corner of the street and walked towards the small garage where Brucey kept the survivors. This strange "man" was wrapped in a dark gray leather windbreaker, and his exposed bald head was covered with pale wrinkles.

It doesn't look like a human being.

After just a few hours of rescuing people and not having much time to investigate clues, Brucey became vigilant. She felt that this man might be some special mutated infectious agent, or simply what she had guessed: a man-made biochemical weapon.

After all, how can an infected person be so neatly dressed?

Sure enough, the man in the trench coat walked to the iron barrier outside the garage and began to tear at the barbed wire used to block the infected.

Puff puff!

Several bullets hit his back. The man turned around and saw Brucey standing dozens of meters behind him.

The man started to run.

A line of white smoke came out, and what greeted him was a 66mm M72A1 armor-piercing rocket. A violent explosion sounded, and the man's forward figure suddenly stopped, staggered back a few steps and fell to his knees.

Brucey did not hesitate. The M202 4-barreled rocket launcher on her shoulder fired again. The rocket hit the man in the trench coat on the side of his chest with a long white tail smoke, and blew him up with a "bang". On the ground.

Two consecutive rockets blasted the ground near the man into a cloud of smoke and dust, making it impossible to see what was going on inside.

The smoke gradually dispersed.

Bruce frowned.

She saw the man stand up, but the broken body of the windbreaker had completely changed: the entire upper body had grown slightly stronger by half a circle, the exposed muscle tissue was glowing red, and his arms had turned into sharp claws that reached to the ground.

call out!

The rocket was launched again, but at the moment it was about to hit the man's body, it was blocked by a huge claw waving in front of his chest. The warhead was detonated in advance, causing smoke and dust to spread all over the place again.

"Roar!!!"

A huge body rushed out of the smoke, and the man missing one hand came straight towards Bruce. The face that was completely covered with dark veins was filled with a violent expression, and a roar resounded throughout the street.