The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

fiery.

Mrs. Viper was very familiar with the look in the man's eyes. She had seen it too many times in other people. Every time, those men and even women would surrender to desire in the constant struggle, hold them in their arms, and then die under their own poison.

Occasionally she doesn't mind relaxing when she encounters someone who is more pleasing to the eye. But the face in front of her aesthetically transcends gender boundaries, and even Mrs. Viper herself is somewhat attracted to it.

There was still some jealousy deep inside her.

When she reached out to touch the zipper of her clothes just now, Mrs. Viper had even decided to take the other person away after being paralyzed by poison, and lock him in the bed until she was completely tired of playing with him. Of course, the more important thing is to find out the secret of the other party's immortality and then take it back.

at all costs.

"Why are you still holding those two swords?"

Mrs. Viper suddenly stopped and stood in front of Watson. She didn't care at all about the gaze of the man opposite her, and even seemed to enjoy it.

"How about putting them down? The look in your eyes tells me you really want to..."

Swish!

The sound of the sword cutting through the air sounded, and the distance between the two was close enough, and Watson took action without hesitation. The two sword blades hooked up at an incredible speed and pierced into the heart of the woman in front of him.

It was like a dance performance in progress that was suddenly stopped by an irresistible voice. The woman's charming expression froze with a hint of disbelief, and then she became a little overwhelmed.

"Ah You......."

Mrs. Viper's eyes widened. It had been a long time since she had suffered such a fatal injury. She didn't understand why the man in front of her, whose eyes were filled with burning desire, would kill without hesitation, as if his expression just now was all fake.

The beautiful face covered with dark green makeup was completely distorted at this moment. Before the strength was completely lost from her body, Mrs. Viper raised her venom-filled fingers and plunged them into Watson's exposed neck skin!

"Go...die!!!"

In her increasingly blurred vision, the calm face in front of her showed no reaction.

There was no skin ulceration or bleeding from the orifices.

Instead, several foreign objects tore the skin on his waist. Severe pain swept through his body the next moment, and then his entire body completely lost consciousness.

Where did he get the third hand?

These were Mrs. Viper's last thoughts.

......

The black light virus did not give this beautiful skin any preferential treatment. After the same short seven or eight seconds, the woman's body completely disappeared. Watson took a few steps back, covering his forehead and sitting on the sofa.

The memory fragments provided by Mrs. Viper are far larger than expected, and he seems to have become the little girl fighting over a piece of bread in an orphanage in Hungary. Then he escaped from the abuse and worked as a mercenary on the battlefield.

Immediately afterwards, characters wearing the Hydra logo appeared one after another.

Baron Wolfgang von Strucker, Gideon Malik, Alexander Pierce...these familiar leaders behind Hydra emerged from my mind one after another. And more people are pursuers of power and money from all walks of life.

In one unsightly bed transaction after another, the viper slowly revealed her fangs...

At a certain moment, the scene in front of me completely changed.

Seathorn...

The figure of this ancient evil god suddenly spread across the entire field of vision in front of him. Obviously this was Mrs. Viper's memory, but at this moment Watson felt that the eyes shrouded in black mist were staring closely at him.

An obscure language sounded in my ears like an auditory hallucination. It was like some indescribable existence was whispering in a low voice, and in a daze, time seemed to have stopped flowing.

I do not know how long it has been.

Watson opened his eyes again and found himself lying on the soft sofa in Mrs. Viper's office. Slowly sitting up, it took him several minutes to get rid of the slightly panicked feeling in his heart.

He seemed to have attracted a sideways glance from the ancient evil god Sithorn. Those indescribable eyes gave people the impression that they were looking at him with interest by chance, and they disappeared into the deep darkness in an instant.

Watson wanted nothing to do with Sithorne.

Before killing Mrs. Viper, he still held a somewhat unrealistic and lucky mentality: Maybe Sithorn, the famous 'God of Black Magic', would not necessarily notice Mrs. Viper. Where are the 'traitors'?

Unfortunately, it backfired.

As one of the earliest life forms that has existed since the birth of the earth, Sithorne has been trying to rule the world by his own means since he fell into evil. Even though he was driven into the sealing circle billions of years ago, he never gave up trying to return to the human world.

For example, he controls the intelligent creatures that he has given power to and walks around the world to find a way to break the seal. But it's not Watson's turn to worry about this matter. After all, Kama Taj and Master Gu Yi are still fine.

In other words, Sithorn, the ancient evil god's combat power really affects the 'game balance', otherwise Marvel would have put him on the big screen long ago. You must know that in the comic book setting, the Scarlet Witch's power comes from Sithorne!

After being stunned for a while, Watson's eyes noticed the green dress on the ground.

After all, Mrs. Viper misjudged the character she was facing. Even if the scene, time, and woman were changed, the outcome of this matter would probably not be surprising.

Watson is not a normal person.

There is no doubt about this.

Given his penchant for dressing up across gender lines, Watson isn't even considered a normal male in the mainstream sense. If you want to examine it from the perspective of physiological science, then he is obviously not even a human being.

This also makes Watson's thinking logic different from that of normal men on certain things. For him, the purpose of his trip was to kill this woman, not to make her submit. Therefore, Mrs. Viper's behavior is actually a provocation to a certain extent.

Yes, it's a provocation.

Putting aside the gender issue, and not even focusing on the God-given beautiful skin, Mrs. Viper just wanted to use some special means to induce Watson to give up his original intention of killing her.

Therefore, taking away these factors related to men and women and looking at it calmly, Watson's willpower was actually tested in this incident. For him, there is only one way to prove his determination.

Draw your sword.

Having said that, it does not mean that Watson does not have that desire in his body. In fact, otakus often have stronger urges than anyone else. However, this also makes Watson accustomed to this long-term energetic state, and is even better at enduring and suppressing it than ordinary people.

Therefore, he would not be confused by Mrs. Viper's experienced move.

The attack before the other party's death also proved that her poison was not enough in the face of the black light pathogen. Watson feels that he may be too cautious sometimes, and perhaps he should be more bold in testing some unknown things and enemies that he must come into contact with.

There is probably only one last thing left...

It's time to meet Michela.

According to Mrs. Viper's memory, although other Hydra secret lines have been promoting the nuclear bombing plan, the biggest decisive factor is whether the troops and troops sent by the military and Colorado National Guard to Raccoon City can ultimately control the situation.

If the virus is successfully suppressed, Hydra will have to pay a considerable price if it wants to complete this plan. In other words, no matter whether or when the nuclear bomb is likely to fall, we will have to wait until the soldiers arrive and start fighting.

He quickly came to Mrs. Viper's desk. On it were several tubes of T-virus and antidote, as well as several palm-sized hard drives, which contained all the important research materials of the Umbrella Group over the years. Watson put everything into the bag on his back, turned around and walked out of the room.

He had to search through the memory he had just absorbed before he could 'remember' how to leave this underground base quickly.

Didn't go far.

Watson heard the gunfire.

Did those soldiers invade the underground base so quickly? Watson pushed open the small metal door in front of him, and it turned out that Miss Brucey was standing on the huge apron in front, holding a rifle to cover the survivors.

Parked behind her was another CH-53 transport helicopter, while a heavily armed Bat fighter was suspended in the air. The sound Watson heard just now came from the special cannon installed under its wing.

That fighter plane should be controlled by the steward Ah Fu.

An unknown missile was seen falling off the belly of the aircraft, igniting and launching into a group of corpses at an entrance on the edge of the tarmac. Huge flames and explosions instantly covered the field of vision, and the passage door that was large enough to pass through a large truck was completely blown down along with the wall.

Never mind what monsters there are in that passage.

It can't even get out through that road.

But Nuoda's helipad is like a hub extending in all directions. Batwoman alone and a fighter jet are not enough to stop the biochemical monsters spreading from all directions. Moreover, the noise made by Brucy was so great that it is estimated that all the infected people and escaped biochemical weapons in the entire base are coming here.

"Roar!!"

Watson was discovered by several zombies passing by on the edge of the tarmac. They were still wearing dirty white coats and looked like they should be researchers in a laboratory at the Hive Base.

"sorry for disturbance."

Watson slammed the door shut. After devouring part of Mrs. Viper's memory, he now knew the Hive Base much more deeply than before. Watson didn't want to stay on the tarmac and play a tower defense game with Brucy when he could get out by changing another route.

But just as he turned around, Watson saw a huge figure striding behind him.

It was the specialized tyrant at the entrance of the laboratory before.

The gnarled muscles all over this guy's body clearly show how strong he is. He is wearing a simple pair of boxer briefs. If you don't take his pale skin into consideration, he looks like a bodybuilder that has been enlarged several times.

There was an air of philosophy in the air for some reason.

If old Howard were here, he would definitely tell Watson: The Tyrant Type 3 lying in the cultivation warehouse needs to be injected with a large amount of a specially prepared mixture to stay asleep during transportation. Unfortunately, before the soldier who performed this task had time to finish, he was wiped across the neck by Watson's sword.

"(German) Good evening, can I come over?"

"Roar!!!!"

"alright."

Watson turned around without hesitation, kicked away the weak metal door in front of him, and ran out on the bodies of several zombies outside the door.