The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"30 meters to the northwest of the garage, there are 6 BOWs (Biological Weapons); and then there are 40 more on the small lawn 2 meters to the northeast. These creatures may have the ability to receive orders, and they are all approaching in the direction of the garage."

"receive."

Watson flicked his right hand to remove the blood on the blade, then turned and walked towards the target location. At this time, his whole body was completely soaked, and the rainwater flowed down from his handsome face, making his flawless skin look extremely white.

Watson actually liked getting wet in the rain in his previous life.

The reason at the beginning was that the puppy house I lived in was too small and there was no place to dry an umbrella.

There is no need to use an umbrella in light rain. In heavy rain or heavy rain, the effect of an umbrella is almost useless, so just don't use it at all. Watson only uses his umbrella when the rain is moderate. Over time, he fell in love with the feeling of being soaked in the rain.

If I had to tell you what it felt like...

Probably freedom.

But there's a good chance that woman Brucie will see my face, Watson thought as he walked forward. This matter will definitely have an impact, but it is not necessarily all bad. There are some things that Zero cannot explain, but Miss Watson can.

Of course, Watson would definitely not go to Umbrella Headquarters with this unabashed face. He was actually a little envious of the cool custom-made suit that Bruce was wearing at this time, which looked a bit like a cyber ninja.

Men all like cool stuff.

There are also big things.

......

The perspective shifts to Brucey holding a sniper rifle.

Staring closely at the face in the scope, she reached out and pressed a few keys on the laptop next to her: "Afu, I'll send you a video to help me compare it with the database."

"Copy that, Miss Wayne."

Butler Afu responded immediately, but after a while, his voice rang again: "So...this is Mr. Zero, right? This appearance is really impressive, isn't it?" "

"Yes."

Brucey replied briefly, not knowing which question she was answering from the housekeeper Afu. Putting a BOW into the scope, she decisively pulled the trigger lightly.

boom!

The bullet hit the monster without any surprise, opening a large bloody hole in its shoulder. According to Brucie's previous experience, ordinary zombies should have lost their mobility at this time, but this monster did not.

It growled angrily and swung its claws around looking for its attacker.

Brucey's brows frowned slightly.

boom!

Another bullet hit it, this time in the ugly head that didn't even have a neck. The monster's figure swayed, and its steps obviously became staggering. Brucey fired two more shots before completely knocking the target to the ground.

Looking at the ferocious body in the scope.

The wound opened by the bullet was bleeding profusely. The dark red blood mixed with the rainwater and flowed to the flood drains on both sides of the street. The heavy rain extinguished almost all the places where the flames were burning, and only the roaring lightning from time to time could illuminate the earth.

In the empty drop cabin, a red and white umbrella logo was reflected in Brucey's eyes in the suddenly bright sky.

Umbrella...

The hand holding the gun trembled slightly.

At this moment, Zero's figure appeared in Brucie's field of vision, and he slashed out with a clean knife, cutting BOW's head down from the middle. The remaining monsters swarmed forward, but no one could block the knife in Zero's hand.

After more than ten seconds, the battle here ended.

The BOW coming toward the garage from the other side has only just moved a short distance.

"Um... I wonder if you have an extra helmet? It's the one you're wearing now."

Zero's voice came from the earphones: "The rain has soaked my hood. I don't want my face to be seen by any survivors or people under the umbrella. If you don't have one, I may have to accompany you later... ..."

"...I can lend you one."

"great."

Seeing Zero in the scope walking towards the other side of the garage with a samurai sword on his shoulder, Brucy suddenly had an idea.

Ah Fu was still searching for the identity information of Zero's face. If he lent Zero a helmet at this time, he could also collect his saliva and epidermal cells. And even if the opponent suddenly disappears in the end, the locator built into the helmet will betray his position.

But is Zero that stupid?

Batwoman's paranoia returned. She was sniping from a high place. Could it be that Zero didn't realize that his face was seen? But could this person have something else in mind when making such a seemingly unsuspecting request?

"Hello? Are you still there?"

Just when Brucey was distracted, Watson over there had once again dealt with the incoming hunter. He turned on the headset and wanted to ask Brucey on the high building if she had seen more enemies, but received no response from the other party.

"exist."

"Did you hear what I just said? Are there any remaining enemies?"

"Only the street south of the garage is left. I can't see BOW anywhere else for the time being." Brucey blinked hard, quickly wiped the rain off her face a few times, and a stream of cold air was sucked into her lungs. , eliminated some stubborn sleepiness.

"There are a lot of them in that place, more than 10 by visual inspection."

She continued: "After you deal with them, you can go to the street in front of the side door of the garage. There is a floor tile with a hexagonal mark on the ground next to the mailbox. I have hidden a spare combat uniform in it. Just lift the floor tile. "

"...how much else do you have hidden? A tank?"

Watson couldn't help but joke.

"you guess."

Brucy rarely answered this irrelevant question, and then stopped talking. Watson did not continue and ran towards the south of the garage with the knife in hand. Sure enough, he saw a wave of predators running towards him from a distance.

The number is indeed quite large, but it only makes Watson spend a little more time. The combat experience from Clockwork Man is slowly being absorbed by him. Perhaps after a period of training, Watson's combat skills will be able to enter a new field.

After quickly resolving the battle, Watson walked towards the mailbox that Brucy mentioned, stretched out his foot and stepped on the right side a few times, and sure enough he found a loose floor tile.

Opening the suitcase taken out from under the floor tiles, there was a combat uniform that was exactly the same as Brucey's.

It's a pity that this is a women's model.

Wait, except for the two big ones, there doesn’t seem to be much difference in our figures between Brucey and I, right?

Maybe I can try it?

Watson thought for a while and gave up on this strange idea that suddenly appeared. Forget about using someone else's helmet, wearing someone else's clothes is something only a pervert would do, not to mention it's a woman.

I'm a real hunk.

The kind that can punch someone through with one punch.

Watson, who didn't know what to do, lied to himself, took out the helmet from the box, put it on, and stuffed the box back under the floor tiles. Then he picked up the sheathed katana and returned to the garage door to wait for the arrival of the helicopter.

......

Amidst the continuous heavy rain and thunder, the sound of helicopter rotors breaking the wind once again reached my ears from a distance.

The CH-53 transport helicopter called by Batwoman Bruce Wayne finally appeared in the night sky. There was enough space for nearly 40 people to transport the survivors in the garage at once. Just from the appearance, Watson feels that its body has undergone a lot of modifications.

镲！

He lit the burning signal stick in his hand, and a thick green smoke suddenly filled the air. Watson threw it to the wide open space in front of the garage, then opened the garage door and waited for the helicopter to land.

The survivors in the garage were startled by this action, and it took them a while to calm down.

They had been frightened too much today, especially the torture a few minutes ago.

"Are there any other abnormalities?"

Seeing the helicopter getting closer and closer, Watson was really worried that someone would be ambushing him in a corner nearby and would launch rockets to shoot down this bulky thing.

"I haven't noticed it yet, I'm watching."

This was Bruce's reply.

Batwoman is still holding a sniper rifle for observation and cover from a high place. In the past few minutes, in addition to helping Watson deal with the BOWs released by the umbrella company, she also cleaned up many scattered zombies that were approaching.

However, no unknown persons were found.

The roar of the propeller was near.

The green smoke and the rain on the ground were swept up by the air current, and the plants not far away also bent their waists. In the open space near the landing zone, 11 tightly tied U.S.S. soldiers were lying together feebly.

The transport helicopter came to the top of Watson's head and landed steadily on the ground under the superb operation of the pilot. The rear hatch slowly opened, and several crew members wearing chemical protective suits ran out.

Upon seeing this, Watson waved to the survivors:

"Move! Now!"

No one said anything more, and everyone ran towards the helicopter as fast as they could. After the helicopter arrived in Raccoon City, it maintained communication with Brucey at all times, so there was no need for any further code confirmation, and the helicopter boarded the plane as soon as the door opened.

A crew member helped Watson connect 11 U.S.S. soldiers to the chains at the bottom of the cabin. Half a minute later, the transport helicopter began to slowly lift off the ground amidst the rapidly increasing roar of the engine.

This is the most stressful time!

Watson's fists were clenched, and now it was a classic moment that appears most often in movie blockbusters and games. The aircraft that has just taken off will be hit by rockets flying from nowhere, and then with a "boom", everyone's efforts will be in vain.

"Are you really sure it's safe around here?"

"Zero, shut up."

Brucey's calm voice sounded as if it was accompanied by the sound of a gunshot. However, Watson was staring intently at the helicopter at the moment. He had seen too many similar famous scenes in his previous life, and he simply could not let himself forget the scene of the plane exploding.

The helicopter slowly rose.

Go away slowly.

Slowly disappeared into the night sky.

The sound of the propeller was completely inaudible, and the sound of thunderstorm was heard all around again. Watson suddenly felt a little emotional while standing in the rain. There was no particular reason, he just felt that the bad scene he expected did not happen, which was really great.

"Just now there was a man carrying a sniper rifle who wanted to shoot the helicopter pilot."

Brucey's voice sounded again.

"what?"

Watson's reaction was a bit late.

"I fired a few shots and drove him back." Batwoman obviously didn't want to repeat herself: "I'm on a hunt. The target is on the roof of an office building with a pink sign on the right, 300 meters southwest of you. Come here quickly. "

The headset given by Brucey is made of very good materials and can reflect the user's voice quite realistically. Brucey on the other end of the call was obviously running at high speed, and her words were accompanied by obvious gasps.

After all, wearing a full-coverage helmet, the wheezing sound is really, really obvious.

It was as if her mouth were right next to her ear.

Reminiscent of the seductive red lips he glimpsed at the Stark Industries Expo in 1990, Watson's rich otaku experience in his previous life actually gave him the illusion of listening to ASMR.

Climb over several rooftops along the way.

By the time Watson arrived at the "incident scene", the chase was completely over. Batwoman stepped on the attacker's abdomen, grabbed the opponent's collar and slapped him.

"So this guy is..."

Watson was stunned as soon as he spoke. The white man in front of him, wearing a SWAT uniform and with short silver-gray hair, looked very familiar. After staring at the other person's cunning appearance for a while, Watson remembered who he was.

Isn't this one of the most hated villains in the history of "Resident Evil", the senior inspector of the Umbrella Company...

Mr. Nikolay Genoviev?

Finally meeting a character from the first official biochemical series, Watson's mood was a little complicated for a while. The appearance of this guy in front of him reminded him that besides the Howards, there was another person who needed to be rescued from Raccoon City.

Watson had really put this matter aside for the time being.

There is no other reason.

It's really because I'm too busy.

Who would have thought that within one day of arriving in Raccoon City, he would experience a series of events such as a train attack, a virus outbreak, rescuing a baby girl, ambushing a substation, and killing Clockwork Man, and then met Batgirl. Heroine Bruce Wayne, and played a round of 'tower defense' around a garage full of survivors?

Where do you have the energy to think about other things?

Just as Watson watched Nicholas leave, Batwoman Brucey had already begun to ask questions with her fists:

"Who ordered you?"

tom!

Brucey punched Nicholas in the face: "Speak quickly!"

"I told you this was just a misunderstanding!" Nicholas, who had one arm removed, looked pale, but still had a tough tone on his face: "I'm just cleaning up those monsters!"

"The direction you were aiming at just now was not the street!"

"That helicopter is so conspicuous, so I took a look with the scope. Isn't it reasonable?"

After taking a few breaths, Nicholas took out a small notebook from his arms with trembling hands: "Look at this ID clearly. I am from the RPD (Raccoon City Police Department). Do you know what you just did? You were talking to a Police shoot!"

That being said, the acting is quite good.

But it's no use.

Watson then noticed the RPD police uniform that Nicholas was wearing, and he immediately realized that this might be another influence caused by his little butterfly. After all, in the original plot, Nikolai was lurking in other troops.

As for why it is necessary to "lurk"?

This is related to Nikolai's status as an inspector.

Due to the limitations of technological surveillance methods in the 90s, Umbrella Company secretly recruited a small group of people specifically to conduct on-site tracking, observation, recording and analysis of the biochemical weapons developed by the company, and to submit corresponding combat performance evaluation reports.

These people are "ombudsmen."

The so-called "battle" naturally means driving biological weapons to attack unsuspecting humans in a relatively remote and closed place, or vice versa. These humans can be small groups of police or soldiers, or non-combatants such as journalists and survival experts.

The Inspector's identity is even more mysterious than that of the U.S.S. force, which specializes in covert operations. He usually lurks on the human side with corresponding identities such as soldiers and police officers. When necessary, they will also destroy evidence for the Umbrella Company, such as shooting down a rescue helicopter to kill survivors.

Now the entire Raccoon City is full of biological monsters.

It is self-evident why Nicholas came here.

Of course, the reason why Nikolai is said to be a veteran is that he has been quietly dealing with the umbrella company and its competitors for many years. After all, commercial products will always have competitors, even if the commercial product refers to biochemical weapons.

Throughout the Raccoon City Crisis, Nikolay assassinated other Inspectors and took away their work. With the only report data in his hand that summarized the entire Raccoon City incident, he even threatened his boss, Colonel Sergey, to demand huge compensation.

The most annoying thing is that Nicholas not only achieved his goal, but also escaped from Raccoon City alive (the official ending).

In his last life, when Watson was playing the Biochemical series of games, he was often disgusted by this bastard who had done all kinds of evil, spoke poorly and had plot protection. However, Watson really didn't expect that Nicholas would choose to attack Brucey's escape helicopter in order to eliminate witnesses.

Now that he was caught red-handed by Batwoman, he finally had the chance to beat him up.

No... let's find a way to give him a bullet, it would be better for everyone.

Shaking his head slightly, Watson focused his attention back on Nicholas in front of him. This is only the first day of the biochemical crisis in Raccoon City, and the other party should have many things that they haven't had time to do yet.

He didn't want to do it again.

Watching Batwoman prepare to perform her torture technique again, Watson spoke out:

"(German) Wait a minute."

Watson walked up to Brucey: "I know who this person is, and I just have some questions to ask him. Can you translate it for me?" Watson's words were obviously a bit surprising to Brucey. Unexpectedly, she paused for a moment before turning her head: "Do you know him?"

"Yes."

"......Row."

Even through their respective helmets, Watson could see Brucey's suspicious look. In all likelihood, this woman already believed that she was related to the umbrella company, and under the influence of paranoia, she tried her best to check her information after returning home.

Maybe Brucey will have some doubts about life when she discovers that "Miss Watson" has lived from 1944 to now. That way, she could slowly realize how many monsters, gods and aliens there are in this world besides the lunatics in Gotham City.

In this world, the Dark Knight deserves to be on a bigger stage.

But it's fine now.

Let her continue to suffer for now.

With the support of Batwoman's translation, Watson knelt down in front of Nikolai and called out the other person's real full name as soon as he opened his mouth: "Mr. Nikolai Genoviev... ."

When he heard his name being spoken, Nicholas' expression froze for a moment, but he immediately concealed it. Unfortunately, this small movement has been caught by Watson.

"How's your information selling job worth hundreds of millions going? I hope it's not going too smoothly."