The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"Tyrant" started out as a 2-meter tall man with long claws and no clothes. However, as the flagship product of the umbrella company in the early and mid-term, this series has derived various models over the years.

Due to the growth characteristics of the T-virus, Tyrant's body can easily grow crooked without restraints. So the umbrella company put heavy restraint clothing on it, and the tyrant began to appear as an image wearing a windbreaker.

Then the Umbrella Company wanted to give the tyrant the intelligence to use weapons proficiently, so in a project called "Nemesis", the Umbrella Company developed a creature that could enhance the host's intelligence: the NE-a parasite.

By implanting it into the body of the tyrant, the famous "tracker" in the biochemical series was created.

But having intelligence also has its drawbacks.

The Umbrella Corporation was forced to limit the series' thinking abilities after the first "Stalker" nearly managed to escape because he was too smart. And through the built-in computer chip, it strengthens the control of its behavior.

They have been trying to break through this impasse.

But unless you are lucky, it is obviously impossible to cultivate new parasites in the short term, so the umbrella company can only choose to go the computer chip route. Thanks to the addition of technological giant Howard Stark, a new generation of tyrants has really been developed.

That is the 3-meter strong man behind him.

The above content comes from Mrs. Viper's memory.

As a person who relies more on physical appearance than combat skills, her memory cannot simply and directly improve Watson's combat theory level like Clockwork Man.

But this may not be the case...

Perhaps it is still useful when wearing women's clothing, such as studying metaphysical topics such as how to fight while wearing high heels.

Running quickly towards the center of the apron, Watson had already taken out two T-shaped one-handed swords. The body rotated in mid-air, and a graceful sword wheel directly cut off the necks of several zombies.

"zero?!"

The sharp-eyed Batwoman recognized Watson from a distance.

"You are busy with your work! Leave me alone!"

Watson yelled, and hit the licker in front of him with a flying kick in the back, who was completely attracted by the sound of gunfire. Then he missed the point of his sword and a huge head rolled to the ground.

"I'm just passing by! I'll leave right away!"

"and many more!"

Brucy threw away an empty grenade launcher and picked up an M249 machine gun from the arms box on the ground: "I need your help now!"

Batman comics fans are going to go crazy when they see you looking like you're covered in guns. Watson suppressed the urge to complain and abruptly changed his words: "You can't save all these people. You have saved enough people today."

"What do you need to do to help?"

Brucey really didn't have any extra energy to discuss this kind of topic with Watson. Since Watson left, she has been searching for survivors all over the base, and has to fight against the infected people who are waking up one after another, and the biochemical weapons that have escaped.

Since the huge Bat Fighter could not fly into the personnel passages, Brucy had to carry light equipment and search area by area on a motorcycle.

He even had to fight a few tyrants in close combat.

At this time, Batwoman is exhausted.

Two survivors wearing gas masks ran from behind and stumbled past Watson.

Although their movements were alarming, the two men did not yell. Watson speculated that the group of survivors may have had more members, but those who couldn't control their mouths probably died on the road.

Disaster survival rules:

Don't scream when you encounter a monster, otherwise it will attract a crowd.

With a backhand sword, he cut off the long tongue that popped out of the licker behind him, and Watson rushed towards Brucey in a few steps. After retrieving the memory of Mrs. Viper in his mind, Watson raised a finger with his left hand holding the hilt of the sword, pointed diagonally at the high passage behind Batwoman and shook it.

That passage is connected to a white transparent corridor that can quickly reach the top level of the hive base. But it was already occupied by zombies at this time, and it would take a lot of effort to get through.

Watson wanted to show that he was ready to run away, hoping that Brucie would not stop him, or fire at the place he pointed to avoid blowing up the passage. Afraid that Batwoman was too far away to see clearly, one finger turned into four.

"A white... leads to... is..."

"One...four million dollars? Deal."

When Brucey said this, she just glanced over and didn't even turn her head. She was currently in front of the bunker, firing her M249 machine gun at the corpses with full force. The continuous sound of gunfire bombarded her ears, making it difficult for her to hear Watson's words.

Seeing Watson wagging a few fingers at her, Batwoman, who misunderstood his expression, agreed without hesitation. She didn't have time to carefully consider the situation of "Miss Watson" before. So it turns out that the other party is also short of money?

That would be easy.

Using the headset communication to call for fire support from the guards in the CH-53 helicopter, Brucey threw away the M249 machine gun with a hot barrel and picked up the last one from her feet.

Da da da da da da! ! !

The onboard Gatling guns on both sides of the helicopter opened fire, and the crowd of corpses moving forward suddenly stagnated. The metal storm was like a scythe harvesting wheat, sweeping away a large number of infected people in a matter of seconds.

The siege of the monsters was temporarily contained.

But this is not a long-term solution.

After all, the CH-53 is not an armed helicopter, and the ammunition it carries is very limited. If it continues to undertake such attack missions, then I am afraid that the helicopter will not have the ability to protect itself when taking off.

Swooping into the helicopter's shooting blind spot, Brucy slammed down with her left hand, and the two tripods popped out. Now she is becoming more and more proficient in using firearms. It was obvious that two months ago she was still beating people on the streets with darts and sticks.

"Come here and help me reload!"

Seeing that Watson was still stunned over there, Brucey took out a pair of headphones from her pocket and threw it over.

Watson grabbed the flying headset and twitched the corner of his mouth. Why is this woman talking about money? And it’s still 400 million? Does she think she can impress me directly with money? Do I look like someone who has no money?

...As if I really am.

After all, Karma Taj won’t pay me a salary either.

If you want to go out to eat, watch a movie or travel, or buy a car or a house in the future, you will need money. As a lazy person, Watson does not want to go to work every day to make money.

His dream in his previous life was to work for a year and earn millions a month, and then spend the remaining 11 months at home playing games and becoming a useless person. Unexpectedly, Batwoman directly proposed such a condition, earning several million a month instead of earning 400 million a day.

It was simply irresistible.

"The help you are talking about is the 'help' that protects the survivors of this plane from leaving; or the kind of 'help' that tonight we kill through the entire hive underground base, destroy all biological and chemical weapons, and search for the remaining survivors?"

Watson put on the headset and ran behind Brucey, picked up the M249 machine gun and started loading, not forgetting to confirm the details with the other party. He had developed the habit of caution in the workplace in his previous life. He would always get into trouble if he was too careless when signing a contract.

Verbal promises are especially unreliable.

That is to say, Batwoman, a super rich woman, has a good character and can spend money easily.

If there was another person here, Watson would most likely leave directly, and at most he would help a little bit. After all, in his view, the employees at this base were all accomplices to the T-virus outbreak, and they knew exactly what they were doing.

"I scanned it and there are no other survivors!"

Brucey's voice rang out from the headset, sounding a little out of breath: "The area where biological and chemical weapons are stored is completely out of control, and most of the people are in that helicopter. I installed surveillance cameras in the passage, and now it's still There are a few people on the way.”

Batwoman's exhaustion could no longer be concealed.

"You want me to pick someone up?"

It's not just about killing the entire underground base, otherwise the fight might not be over even when the sun comes up, so I might as well not take this job. After determining the most important part, Watson quickly entered the state and showed the working attitude he had when facing Party A in his previous life.

"No, you stay here and use your weapons as you like. I'll pick them up!" Batwoman took out her rope gun, hooked the bat fighter in mid-air, jumped up, and disappeared into the passage above the platform.

Brucey is obviously not a qualified Party A.

There was no intention of squeezing him at all.

call out!

The Bat Fighter fired another rocket towards the group of corpses, and the fire ignited with the sound of the explosion. From a distance, it looked like a pile of swaying small trees on fire. But amidst the raging flames, a huge black shadow strode out.

It was a T-3 Tyrant nearly 103 meters tall.

The thick dark green military coat was burned with a layer of burnt surface by the high temperature of the flames, but this did not hinder the charging pace of this tyrant. Oversized military boots stepped on the ground. Although the distance was still more than a hundred meters, the metal floor was already shaking.

An unstoppable running beast.

"Do you have any longer knives?"

"Under the box!"

Watson turned around and ripped open the bottom layer of the ammunition box. In addition to some large-caliber weapons, this special storage layer also contains two standard-length katana swords and several rope guns.

Watson suddenly had an idea.

He had secretly observed Brucey using this device many times before, and he had completely learned the basic operation method. Although the tyrant is thick-skinned and thick-skinned, his heart and head are still fatal weaknesses. He can be defeated by completely destroying any one of them.

Then just cut off the head.

The military coat on the Tyrant fulfills its role well and doesn't suddenly sprout another arm or spikes. This means that the tyrant in the regular form will only use fists and feet, but will not mutate into other shapes, and then use some unpredictable attacks.

Place two rope guns at your waist.

The skin of the tear in the clothes that had been cut in half by the laser squirmed, two tentacles wrapped around the handle, and two tentacles hooked the trigger. Because the tentacles extend very short distance, the two rope guns look like they are fixed on Watson's waist.

If a Wings of Freedom patterned cape is added to his back, Watson, who is carrying two samurai swords, can COS (role-play) the Survey Corps soldiers in "Attack on Titan."

Picking up the RPG rocket launcher on the ground, Watson quickly fired a rocket towards the tyrant who was still dozens of meters away. Then he immediately threw away the empty barrel, and the tentacle on his waist pulled the trigger of the rope gun.

呲!

The arrows of the rope gun flew out left and right and were nailed to the belly of the Bat fighter in mid-air. The double pull force directly caused Watson to eject from the spot. Maybe Batwoman didn't expect this kind of use when she designed the rope gun.

By the way, the plane won't be damaged by doing this, right?

Using the buffering ability of the black light virus to adjust, Watson thought for a moment, and drew a long arc in the air with his body holding the two swords, flying towards the tyrant at high speed.

After being hit by a powerful rocket, the T-103 was staggering and shaking its head. The dark green military coat had many conspicuous holes scratched by shrapnel, and it was about to be 'broken'.

Wait until it notices the 'little man' flying in front of it...

It's already a little late.

Under the influence of the black light virus, Watson's body rotated incredibly in flight. The tips of the two samurai swords flashed with sharp cold light, cutting straight into the tyrant's neck!

After all, I have never fought against a tyrant, so to be on the safe side, this blow...

Watson used his full strength.