The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

At the same time, in the U.S.S. command room at Umbrella's underground headquarters.

"Commander, we have lost contact with the team in Area 9." The communications officer in a black Umbrella Company uniform raised his head and called to Colonel Sergey, who was looking at a map in deep thought a few meters away.

"Debrief the situation."

The white-haired Sergey strode over, walked around the console in front of him and walked behind the communications officer. His tall and burly body cast a large shadow on the table in front of the communications officer.

"We detected that T-9 No. 11 operating in area 103 has lost vital signs." The communications officer quickly called up a report on the electronic screen: "According to the processing procedure, the nearest U.S.S. team went to investigate, but They were ambushed..."

Then he pressed an audio play button: "The enemy's identity is unknown. This is the last piece of communication before they lost contact."

The audio was temporarily edited, leaving only a useful part of more than ten seconds.

There were more than thirty survivors, protected by an unknown number of armed personnel... Sergey quickly sorted out the information in the audio, and opened his mouth to ask the communications officer in front of him: "What are we waiting for near Area 9?" Deployed biological weapons?"

The communications officer clicked the keyboard: "There are two S-64 transport helicopters, carrying a total of 24 Predator A-types. It is estimated that there will be 30 seconds left..."

"Change their route immediately!"

Before his subordinate finished speaking, Colonel Sergei gave the order decisively. After the communications officer in front of him finished transmitting the order, he turned around and walked out of the command room. Looking at the ground full of biological weapons under the floor-to-ceiling windows, Sergey thought for a moment and took out a communicator.

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The perspective shifts to the other side.

Watson leaned against the small door outside the garage a little bored.

I don’t know whether it was because she didn’t wear a bat costume, or because she had been misunderstood by the survivors before, so she had some thoughts of revenge. When Brucey dragged two U.S.S. soldiers who were beaten to the point of being unable to stand up into the garage... ..

Watson, who was outside the garage, heard the screams.

It's so miserable that I get goosebumps just listening to it.

Voices begging for mercy were soon heard in the garage. The two U.S.S. soldiers may have been involved in the love they had when they were young. After this wave was over, Brucy walked out of the door with her helmet stained with blood, and dragged two more U.S.S. soldiers in.

It is not difficult to imagine the psychological shadow of the survivors who were forced to watch in the garage, especially when they couldn't bear it and wanted to run out to take a breath, but were pushed back by the man in camouflage uniform guarding the door.

But not long after, the survivors began to curse, presumably because the person being tortured finally told the truth. After a while, Brucey opened the door and came out to greet Watson, asking him to help gather the remaining U.S.S. soldiers.

"Our actions were late. They have already notified the headquarters. Now the Umbrella Company may send additional forces here at any time."

While Brucey was unloading the equipment of the U.S.S. soldiers, she summarized the intelligence she had just tortured with Watson in German. The prisoners will be bundled together, slung under the helicopter, and handed over to ground transport personnel shortly after leaving Raccoon City.

"Then what are you going to do?"

Watson shrugged his shoulders: "Call your fighter jet to come back for support, or should you relocate these guys now? By the way, the helicopter you contacted will not be late, right?"

click!

After skillfully fixing a lock, Bruce made a side-thumb gesture to Watson, gesturing for him to go out and talk. The two walked to the edge of a garden not far from the door. Brucey climbed over the fence lightly and took out a gun bag from the bushes.

Pull the buckle open.

This is an M14 with a Picatinny rail on the top. Although the integrated butt guard is still a classic wooden shape, judging from the sniper scope, range-finding equipment and tripod unfolded in the gun bag, it It was obviously specially customized for sniping.

There is actually nothing inappropriate about this. After all, the US military wanted to replace the old M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle; but they required both large-caliber bullets and continuous firepower. As a result, the M14 selected was long and heavy, and looked more like a sniper rifle.

Not only that, under the same caliber, the M14 rifle bullet is 47mm longer than the AK12. This not only affected the total amount of ammunition carried by the soldiers, but also resulted in too much recoil and poor accuracy during continuous firing.

Therefore, the M14 was basically unable to compete with the fire suppression of the AK47 in the jungles of Vietnam. In the end, the US military, which was in urgent need of new rifles, had no choice but to urgently purchase the M16, which had just been finalized (it was not even called the M16 at the time).

Brucy picked up the gun and began to install the scope.

Quickly turning the knob, she did not forget to continue talking to Watson: "In about five minutes, the helicopter will definitely arrive. There is no other suitable place to land in this area, and we do not have the conditions to transfer survivors. So just hold on to these five minutes."

"Are you sure you only need to watch for 5 minutes?"

Watson rolled his eyes. He had seen countless biological weapons from Clockwork Man's memory, and there were naturally many mass-produced models such as Tyrants, Lickers and Hunters. To be honest, he felt that these things were already in use. On the way here.

"Umbrella definitely has no shortage of biological and chemical weapons. If they weren't busy "fighting fires" across the city right now and there are not enough helicopters, we might have faced a biological and chemical army."

"I know, but don't forget that I also have support."

Brucy loaded the 20-round magazine full of bullets, loaded the sniper M14 with a "click", and handed the gun to Watson: "Find a high place to use as sniper cover. Your marksmanship should be poor." Problem?"

My marksmanship is very problematic!

The face behind the hood hesitated for a moment, and Watson pretended to be cold and shook his head: "I'm not good at using this."

"Then I'll come. You stay here and I'll tell you through the earphone if any enemy approaches." Batwoman didn't care and took out two burning signal rods and handed them to Watson.

After giving instructions on how to use it, Brucey hurriedly picked up the sniper rifle and set off towards the nearby commanding heights. As she left, Watson was the only one left at the entire street intersection.

There was a trace of moisture in the breeze, and the originally clear night sky gradually became turbid at some point, and it looked like a heavy rain was about to begin. Watson turned his head and looked at the closed garage behind him. There was no movement from the survivors inside.

In the end, no one apologized to Brucy.

Although they learned the truth from the mouths of those U.S.S. soldiers, everyone seemed to have selectively forgotten the dramatic misunderstanding. No one asked to leave again, they just waited silently for the rescue helicopter to arrive.

During the conversation just now, Watson saw traces of drool and food residue on Brucey's body. Coupled with the dust all over her body from the previous battle, she didn't look like the mysterious and awe-inspiring Dark Knight. Instead, she looked like a big-headed soldier who had been covered in dust by a cannonball.

Batwoman didn't even have time to clean herself up before continuing her journey of protection.

Very embarrassed.

Although this can't cover up the other person's amazing figure at all.

It has to be admitted that, excluding the identity of 'Batwoman', Bruce Wayne is a very beautiful woman in her own right, and this does allow Watson to give her more patience than normal people.

Seven years ago, Bruce was just coming of age. Although her talents were beginning to show, she still had a lot of youthfulness left. Now she has officially begun to enter the best age of a woman's life. The sexy figure wrapped under the tight combat uniform can always catch Watson's eyes inadvertently.

To be honest, this is what Watson really thinks.

If Bruce Wayne had been replaced by the annoying Nick Fury, Watson would have broken his legs in the first scene.

......

Using the rope gun to jump to the top of the building, Brucy set up the gun on the flat concrete floor. There were seven or eight strung magazines and a range-finding telescope stacked next to her. In addition, there was a clamshell laptop computer as big as two palms.

On the screen,

It is the figure of "zero".

"The X testing machine will be in place in one minute."

Butler Afu's voice came from the earphones: "The Bat Fighter has been refitted and has just taken off. It is expected to arrive at the same time as the rescue helicopter."

"very good."

Brucey took off her helmet and placed it next to her, taking a few deep breaths. The face exposed behind the helmet is still beautiful, especially the red and full lips, which are full of the temptation of a mature woman no matter from any angle.

But this face was now stained with a touch of fatigue. Brucey looked like a person who had just woken up, with sleepy eyes, her head turned sideways and motionless. It took more than ten seconds before he put his head back behind the scope again.

Those eyes became sharp again.

Slowly adjusting the scope, he gently pulled the trigger with his right index finger in a vertical position. A 51mm long 7.62 caliber powerful rifle bullet roared out of the gun chamber and hit the neck of a zombie a few hundred meters away.

In the scope, the headless body fell to its knees silently.

The smell of burning gunpowder wafted from the barrel of the gun. Brucy picked up the hot bullet case, put it on the tip of her nose and took a deep breath. She turned her head and looked at Zero leaning on the telephone pole on the computer screen, and was slightly relieved when she saw that he didn't do anything strange.

At this time, a few lights appeared in the distant night sky.

Brucey grabbed the telescope on the side and raised it to her eyes. The sight she saw made her pupils shrink suddenly: they were two crane helicopters with many cylindrical cabins hanging on them, flying towards the garage.

"Zero, there's a situation! Two crane helicopters from the Umbrella Company are heading towards you." She immediately pressed the earphone on her face: "I saw they had a cylindrical cabin hanging, which should be a biological weapon. "

"Why don't you give them a few shots to make them retreat?" Due to the restriction of the viewing angle on the ground, Watson saw nothing. I looked up at the darkening night sky, but I could only hear the faint whistling of propellers.

But this did not prevent Watson from conjecturing that there were only two helicopters sent by the Umbrella Company, and they arrived so quickly. It was most likely that they were temporarily transferred from nearby areas where missions were performed.

This means that the enemy's "arms configuration" may not be so perfect.

"They were flying too high for me to attack."

Brucey's voice came from the earphones again: "I saw the helicopter dropping an object... They added a low-altitude parachute buffer device to it. Zero, there is still mine hidden in the bushes next to you. arms."

Watson also saw the cylindrical cabin with parachutes hanging in the night sky all around. It was indeed a device used to release biological and chemical weapons. As they scattered and landed, the sound of "dong-dong-dong" sounded from everywhere around them.

In front of the overturned truck seven or eight meters in front of Watson, there were two circular cabins that had just fallen. The parachutes were obviously unable to counteract their enormous weight, and the asphalt was smashed into debris and smoke.

There was a pop.

The two hatches of the circular cabin erected on the ground flew away at the same time, and four figures walked out through the smoke, gradually revealing their ferocious appearance: covered with cyan scales, sharp claws, and white fangs. , looks like an upright lizard man.

Hunter.

Another masterpiece of mass-produced biochemical weapons by the Umbrella Company, the genes of reptiles (mainly lizards) were combined with human embryos. Under the promotion of the T virus, the fusion formed this agile hunting weapon.

It has strong combat effectiveness, is physically resistant to beatings, is low-cost, and can adapt to various extreme environments. It requires no logistics at all on the battlefield, and no pension is required when it dies. To put it bluntly, this is simply cannon fodder that is even more perfect than the Reaper.

Just drop it into the enemy group like a high-altitude bomb, and send manpower to clear the battlefield the next day. There is no need for soldiers to bear combat risks. Watson feels that if he were a commander, he could wake up from his dreams with a smile.

But no matter how good they are, they are just cannon fodder after all.

These lizards with low intelligence also have no long-range attack capabilities. The last thing Watson is afraid of is this kind of biological cannon fodder. As long as it can be devoured, it can kill as many as it comes. The black light virus can completely replenish energy from the enemy. In theory, it will never get tired.

Of course, he didn't intend to let Brucey see his devouring ability. This woman had a very dirty mind. Maybe after learning about this, he will create a lot of inedible drones to defend himself.

Climbing into the trees, Watson quickly stepped on several hard objects.

Pull it out and open it, you will see an RPG-7 and a katana.

......

call out!

A 40mm rocket was fired into the smoke, fire and explosions lit up, and several roars were heard immediately. Immediately afterwards, four predators rushed towards Watson like crazy.

Slowly pulling out the katana, Clockwork Man's pair of T-shaped swords, which are about the same length as batons, are obviously not enough to deal with a creature whose body is more than twice as thick as a normal human being.

Wow!

The first thunder before the heavy rain exploded, illuminating the cold light on the blade. Watson raised his leg and kicked back, using the force of his slender curved blade to cut the approaching hunter in half. The hunter's scales, which were strong enough to withstand small-caliber rifle bullets, seemed to be nothing at the moment.

A little lighter.

Watson turned the blade and slashed diagonally across the long claws of a hunter from bottom to top. Unsurprisingly, after the blow, the predator let out a painful howl, and it only had one claw left.

Without any hesitation, he held the katana at an angle to his chest and advanced sideways, the blade piercing the hunter's body. Watson pulled hard, and most of the hunter's strong upper body and spine were severed. The howling stopped suddenly, and the monster fell to the ground without making any sound.

This move is inappropriate and too laborious.

He exhaled, and his eyes behind the hood were fixed on the two remaining targets in front of him. One of the predators obviously couldn't hold it any longer and rushed forward with its claws raised.

The light of the knife flashed.

Its legs spurted with blood as it left the body.

Watson did not stop his movements and continued to rush to the next target. The predator swung out its sharp long claws, but Watson was already close to its arms. The samurai sword pierced through the lower jaw and passed through the top of the head in an instant.

With a heavy sound of falling to the ground, only the hunter with one leg missing was still flopping on the field. Watson strode over and stabbed him with a knife. There was no movement at all.

Tick ​​tock…

The sound of water drops falling to the ground broke the silence. In just a few seconds, it gathered into a torrential force, and the heavy rain finally started.

But Watson was a little embarrassed at this time, because his gangster hood was made of cotton and was filled with rainwater in less than a minute. Wearing a soaked hood is really uncomfortable. Every breath brings a large amount of water droplets into the nasal cavity, making it easy to choke.

What a mistake.

I should be wearing a gas mask from those U.S.S. soldiers. Why does the Blacklight virus need to breathe?

After being choked several times, Watson finally couldn't stand it anymore. He pulled off his hood and threw it to the ground. He reached out and ruffled his shoulder-length hair that turned into brown and black. Only then did he feel that he was freed from the illusion of drowning just now.