The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

The scene just now was so bloody.

Watson touched his restored belly and tried to drive the scene of disconnection and reconnection out of his mind. He stood up and moved his hands and feet to make sure that his body had no permanent effects from the cut in half.

Just feeling a little hungry.

And the equipment was also damaged by lasers.

The wall-cutting sledgehammer and samurai sword taken from Brucey were cut into two pieces by the laser, and the MP5 submachine gun on the back waist was also useless; the blast shotgun was split in two from the middle; the abdomen The magazines, grenades and the like hanging around were even more damaged.

Fortunately, there are still a few available.

The two T-shaped swords, which were neither long nor short, were fine. Since Watson's body leaned forward greatly when sprinting, they used this angle to avoid laser cutting.

Apart from them, there are only a few fighting daggers and an M9 pistol on his leg that can be used, and there are not a few extra magazines. It is easier to expect 9mm bullets to deal with those Umbrella Company guards wearing bulletproof equipment than to use swords directly.

"Even if you kill me, I won't come back and follow your path again!"

Watson made an internationally recognized gesture towards the laser channel.

Only a few loud bangs were heard.

The passage collapsed.

Continuing to move forward, the light blue T-virus smoke was almost invisible in this area. Watson finally saw the AG-284 laboratory after several turns. Using his tentacles to climb up high with dexterity, he returned to being the ceiling war god he was best at.

......

At the entrance of the laboratory a few hundred meters away from Watson, Kingston, a man with glasses, was looking proud: "I'm glad we meet again, Mr. Howard!"

Howard glanced at him and didn't respond.

Several soldiers brought by Kingston were busy loading materials from the laboratory into the vehicle. The Tyrant Type 3 that Howard took over to adjust was lying quietly in the training chamber and was fixed alone on another vehicle.

"Are you sure you don't want to say something?"

Kingston spoke with great enthusiasm today, raising his hands in the air, the soft heels of his high-end leather shoes tapping rhythmically on the floor, and his unbuttoned suit jacket fluttering with his movements, like a high-spirited band conductor.

"Starting from tomorrow! Tomorrow! It will be a new world!"

"Can you just shut up, finish packing and go find Mrs. Viper?"

Howard finally spoke, still holding his wife, Maria. After completing the five vaporizers, Madam Viper fulfilled her promise and recovered the poison from Maria Stark.

Although her original appearance has been restored, Maria's old body has been left with irreparable damage after this devastation. The face that was originally relatively plump was now full of decay, like a patient with terminal cancer.

If I had to describe it in a visual sentence...

She looked like she didn't have many years to live.

"Who said we were going to find Mrs. Viper?"

Kingston laughed like crazy: "That woman has no energy to take care of you now! You and your wife, you two have to come with me!"

Reaching out to the Tyrant Type 3 outside the door, his expression already had a hint of ferocity: "I have not worked here for so many years just to continue to be that woman's dog! Do you understand? Mr. Stark ?”

Howard's eyes were fixed on Kingston.

The silence at this moment was a bit long.

"Did you put the virus in Raccoon City?"

Kingston let out a burst of laughter, raised an index finger in front of Howard and shook it gently. His arrogant expression instantly became calm: "This has nothing to do with me, Mr. Stark." ..."

I haven't finished speaking yet.

Mutated disciples.

A flash of light rang out among the busy soldiers at the door, followed by thick smoke. Kingston saw a man wielding two swords disappearing in the smoke, and a fierce exchange of fire broke out.

Hmm... I can't say it was a firefight. It was probably just a dozen soldiers at the door shooting at the man, but it sounded like the bullets didn't hit the target at all.

The gunfire continued.

Watson stepped on the wall with his feet, and his body was almost parallel to the ground as he ran rapidly. The dense bullets were chasing him at his feet, and he suddenly stopped at the corner of the wall. His hair splashed across his face under the influence of inertia, completely covering Watson's face.

But he had memorized the enemy's location.

His legs exerted force, and his body shot out quickly, crossing the gap between the two soldiers in an instant. Without looking at the sound of his throat being cut by a sword behind him, Watson turned and jumped towards the next target.

I seemed to have been hit by a bullet just now?

Still got a few shots though...

Seconds later, Watson drew the blade from the last enemy. Shaking his arm, a bullet was squeezed out of the blood hole in his arm, and there was a crisp sound when it landed on the ground.

Chi!

The transparent glass door of the laboratory was opened, and before Kingston, who had drawn his pistol, could point the gun at Howard, Watson's figure rushed out of the smoke.

He easily grabbed the opponent's gun, swung the bespectacled man in front of him with a slicked back hair, and smashed it to the ground. Watson turned to look at Howard, who was still in a daze, and asked: "(German) Howard, is this your friend?"

Howard was stunned and quickly shook his head.

Pfft!

After wiping the neck of the bespectacled man who hadn't introduced himself yet with a sword, Watson stood up and walked to Howard: "You are not injured, right? Can you walk?"

After saying that, he noticed the old woman in Howard's arms: "Is this Mrs. Maria? What's wrong with her?"

"...It's a long story, how did you find this place?"

Howard wiped his face and quickly accepted the reality of a Watson in front of him. He was still in a daze. One second he was watching the lunatic Kingston go crazy, and the next second he had his neck wiped.

"Um...it's a long story?"

Watson didn't know how to briefly summarize the many things he had encountered in the past two days. Considering that there was still Mrs. Viper to hunt down, he decided to change the topic: "We won't discuss this anymore. I will send you two out of here now." .”

He looked into Howard's eyes: "Then I'm going to find Mrs. Viper. Do you know where she is?"

"I don't know. If you hadn't killed this man so quickly, maybe you could have asked directly." Old Howard put down his wife in his arms, stood up tremblingly and walked to the computer to start operating: "But I still There are other ways.”

"To tell you the truth, I have been planning to escape for more than two months. Although they restricted my access to most areas, I still managed to get the structural diagram of this base."

Old Howard said and brought up a picture:

"Look here, this is Mrs. Viper's office, and then you can reach this small aircraft landing platform after passing through this storage room. It is specially used to receive VIPs, and there is also a separate aircraft, so Viper It is very likely that Madam will escape from here.”

"Excellent."

Watson twitched the corner of his mouth: "So I still have to find a way to get through those gates and run up dozens of floors."

"No need to bother."

After speaking, Howard took out a card-like instrument with a socket on the top from his inner pocket: "This thing can help you crack the access control system. I looked at the leaked video on the screen. The Red Queen should have been down, right? So you are completely You can go up directly using the elevator.”

I should have guessed.

Tony Stark was able to use a hammer to knock out the Mark 1 armor in a cave more than ten years later. As his father, it is very reasonable for you, Howard Stark, to create an 'access card'.

After taking the things and putting them in his pocket, Watson began to take off his gloves: "Do you two have anything else to deal with here? If not, I will send you away."

"Nothing."

Howard turned back to help his wife: "I'm afraid I need you to give me a little help. Please be considerate of me as an old man. I can't carry Maria very far by myself."

"You know what? Howard..."

Watson put the palm of his right hand on the back of his left hand: "This matter really doesn't need to be so troublesome."

In Howard's astonished eyes, a circular door opened silently behind Watson. At the other end of the door was a quaint temple-like room, and an old man with a white beard wearing medieval plate armor was shouting towards this side.

"Little boy, have you done everything?"

Ah, this damn sense of inconsistency! Watson glared and turned his head: "I have other things to do, so you don't need to worry about me. Just send these two people back to New York."

"Are you sure?" Uncle Hamil on the other side of the portal was a little worried: "Your positioning pattern has been used up now, but don't expect that I can continue to help you after this door is closed! And I really don't have any magic power. All gone!"

"yes, I'm sure."

With one sentence, Watson blocked the other party's increasingly bad lines. When Watson turned around and saw Howard still looking at him in shock, he made a gesture like a welcoming doorman: "Why are you standing there? Come over quickly. ! I know this is quite mysterious, but let’s talk about it later, okay?”

"Uh... ok, ok."

Howard finally came to his senses, picked up Maria and walked into the portal.

"What, remember to disinfect people first!"

"I know!"

Mage Hamill on the other side of the door might really be a little unable to hold on. As soon as Howard carried the person over, he couldn't wait to close the portal, and cut off the last sentence before it even finished, as if there was a power outage.

Turn around and walk out of the laboratory.

He saw the Tyrant lying in the cultivation warehouse head on. Perhaps because it needed emergency transportation, this thing was locked in a thick protective case, leaving only a few windows for observation. Watson felt that it was a mistake to rush to chase Mrs. Viper and send the person away without having time to ask Howard.

This must be a specialized tyrant, right?

No matter who gets the research materials and biochemical weapons in front of them, it will not be of any benefit to the world. Watson wanted to destroy all these hard drives, files, and culture chambers, but he had neither explosives nor any acid-soluble liquid on hand, which meant it would take a lot of time.

Even if I hide here for a few minutes...

Mrs. Viper might have escaped.

Although Batwoman's 'secret weapon' may be able to stop her, this also means that there is a high probability that the two will meet. If he wants to kill Mrs. Viper again, he will inevitably have to face Batwoman Brucey.

do not care.

There is no shortage of T-Virus in this world. Even if someone takes it away, what does it have to do with me if they must commit suicide? After making up his mind, Watson took one last look at the strange-looking tyrant, picked up some equipment from the soldier's corpse, then turned around and ran to the elevator in the distance.

He won't do anything stupid like shooting a tyrant a few times, stabbing a few times with a sword, and then leaving. If this thing wakes him up, it's unclear whether he can get on the elevator smoothly, although the other party may not be able to escape from the protective shell. Just come out.

I ran to the elevator and swiped the 'access card'. The elevator door beeped a few times and it opened.

The vertical staircase is very long, and there is also a beautiful sightseeing passage. Watson guessed that this transparent sightseeing passage should be used to show off the 'mysterious customers', and you can see the magnificent architectural layout of the entire hive base.

It's a pity that now there are only dead people all over the ground.

And soon there will be zombies everywhere.

With this thought in his mind, the scene in front of Watson immediately returned to the cold steel wall. Amidst a heart-wrenching sound of gears twisting, Nuoda's elevator platform finally came to a slow stop.

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"I know, so good luck to you, Nick."

Far away in the SHIELD building in New York, Deputy Director Alexander Pierce put down the phone, frowned and leaned on his chair, lost in thought.

It was obvious that Director Carter had carried out an operation called "Project Cobra" without telling him. Even Nick Fury who participated was suddenly notified before the operation. Everyone else in the plan was not on the "list".

Is this a coincidence?

Could it be that the tails of our ‘Tail Cutting Operation’ a few months ago were not clean?

The calm old face of Director Carter came to mind. Even after lurking in S.H.I.E.L.D. for so many years, Pierce was not entirely sure how many backup plans this woman had.

But she must be under a lot of pressure now.

First, the recent Reaper attack nearly destroyed half of New York, and now there is a large area of ​​unknown virus infection in Raccoon City, Colorado. As the leader of SHIELD, an international intelligence organization, Peggy Carter will undoubtedly have to Accept inquiries from the Board of Directors.

Not only Hydra, but also the secret voice within the Federation that wants Peggy Carter to step down is getting louder and louder.

It stands to reason that she should have retired a few years ago.

The end of the Cold War in 1991 changed the entire world, and Peggy Carter's biggest role as director of S.H.I.E.L.D. had disappeared. According to ancient Chinese culture, she has refused to retire and has become more and more "conquering the master" in recent years.

In the Federation, this ‘lord’ refers to the ten major families.

The director of S.H.I.E.L.D. should be replaced a long time ago.

Peggy Carter is not stupid. She should understand that taking this opportunity to submit her resignation is the best outcome for all parties. Fortunately, this old woman's physical condition has not been good for a few years. Otherwise, if you really try to assassinate her, you will definitely come into contact with the other party's terrifying connections.

After thinking for a moment, Pierce picked up his phone.

He had to warn Mrs. Viper.

Call out,

No one heard.

......

The flip phone vibrated on the floor.

But Mrs. Viper has no time to answer the phone anymore, she is facing the threat of death. A man holding two swords was fighting with the last few guards outside the door, but Mrs. Viper, who was trapped in the room, did not have confidence in her men.

She recognized the two weapons as belonging to Clockwork Man.

boom!

The door to the office was kicked open, and Watson walked in holding two swords. Mrs. Viper was sitting peacefully on the sofa, holding a glass of wine in her hand: "Before you do anything, can I ask what your relationship is with Karl?"

Mrs. Viper was carefully recognizing Watson's handsome face.

Watson's eyes traveled over Mrs. Viper's body.

Towering breasts...

Slender waist branches...

White thighs...

Well, it looks like he doesn't have a gun on him. This woman is very skilled in close combat. She may be scratched a few times in a fight later, but I wonder if the black light virus can resist Mrs. Viper's toxin?

Although a plate of bacterial viruses was tested in Heidelberg 7 years ago and proved the top position of black light virus in the food chain. But Watson was still a little unsure at the moment: Is the poison in this woman more powerful than the T-virus?

"Wait, you're...Watson Taxner!"

Mrs. Viper stood up and quickly switched to fluent German: "Am I right? Your appearance has changed a lot since 7 years ago, but I am very impressed by you."

She makes no secret of knowing me.

Slowly walking around the sofa calmly, Watson's eyes were fixed on Mrs. Viper's every move. The fingers holding the sword hilt used a little more force, waiting for the moment to strike.

While in a daze on the elevator, Watson planned to rush over and stab the person directly. But there is a question: Did Mrs. Viper reveal to others that 'Miss Watson' was still alive?

Objectively speaking, retrieving memories through devouring is more like a lottery.

Information that seems important to you may seem like an insignificant moment to others. So before killing Mrs. Viper, Watson wanted to know the answer to this question.

Although he has little confidence in his questioning skills.

At this moment, the woman opposite spoke again: "I've always wanted to see you. How about we sit down and talk? I admit that the method I used to invite you was really...inappropriate, but I believe there must be a way to compensate you."

Wearing a narrow one-piece dress that is slit to the waist, Mrs. Viper's appearance has nothing to do with the head of the scientific elite, but more like the female celebrities on the red carpet who compete with each other to see who is dressed more seductively. Feeling the gaze of the man in front of her, she felt a sense of pride in her heart.

"How do you like it?"

Her hands gently caressed her waist and slid up her chest inch by inch. Mrs. Viper slowly walked closer to Watson with two long legs. In those dark green pupils, the emotion called desire was surging, sending out a signal of invitation.

You cover it up really well.

Watson thought to himself, yes, if you take a few steps closer, you won't be able to hide when I stab you with my sword.

"Have you ever talked about me with anyone else? Ma'am." Watson spoke.

"With someone else?"

Mrs. Viper showed a charming smile: "I wouldn't do that, Mr. Watson, or... Miss Watson, do you know how fascinating you are? You are my little secret. ....."

The distance between the two gradually narrowed.

Great, come a little closer.

Watson silently tightened the hilt of the sword. Many years ago, Mrs. Viper made a deal with the ancient evil god Sithorn and gained the ability to live forever. But with her ambitious betrayal, this evil god's blessing no longer exists.

This is why she wants to find another path for herself.

But no matter what, as long as you melt the person...

She will definitely die.

Although Mrs. Viper is not as fast and powerful as herself, she is not the same as the soldiers lying on the ground at the door. So I have to let the other party get closer. From the moment I was cut in half by the laser channel until now, isn't it just for her to keep an empty stomach?

"I don't think you're telling the truth."

Watson pretended to relax his guard, but his face remained expressionless. He felt that when he went out to find a job in the future, he would be more suitable to be a killer rather than an agent. Every time I encounter this kind of situation where I need to ask questions and gather information... I behave like a rookie.

Although this has something to do with the fact that the opponent's skill level is not low.

Wait, what is this woman doing with her zipper?

Ah...this familiar picture...

Mrs. Viper's uncovered arms slowly stretched out, targeting the pair of T-shaped swords held by Watson.

"Put them down, why not try to conquer me in another way?" Mrs. Viper licked her tongue and looked at the man in front of her: "Right here..."